What to say about A Streetcar Named Desire?
It is impossible to ignore the voices of these characters. Even though you are constantly given some background noise that could easily take over, it simply does not work that way. Instead, it lulls you in, even further.
This could easily be a dissertation on humankind. Progress seems to be in the hands of Stanley, Stella’s brute husband. With a physical strength that smells of personal failure, he wears a skin of fake realism. On the other side we have Blanche Dubois, a dreamer at heart. She craves magic and keeps trying to find it no matter how hard people seem to try to convince her, to show her, that it doesn’t exist, that it isn’t possible to achieve.
“I don’t want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don’t tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that’s sinful, then let me be damned for it!“
It’s interesting how Stanley goes out of his way to prove her wrong. To be fair, proving her wrong doesn’t even begin to cover what he does. He not only lets her know that she can’t fly away, he also cuts off her wings. Or tries to. Blanche might reach her low points, so low they make you doubt that the floor is a limit or boundary of any kind, but she always seems to find a little bit of fairy dust. And so she goes on!
“Whoever you are – I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.”
I don’t think it’s a matter of who’s wrong or who’s right, I believe it’s a matter of difference and of it being accepted as just that, different.
This was my first Tennessee Williams. I must confess I am rather curious about the rest of his work. I guess it’s time to go book shopping again!