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    <![CDATA[ It's a &quot;late evening in the future&quot;, Krapp’s 69th birthday. As customary, he hauls out a tape recorder, reviews one of the earlier years &amp; makes a new recording commenting on the events of the previous year. &quot;I saw Krapp small &amp; wizened,&quot; Beckett wrote. &quot;Krapp has nothing to talk to but his dying self &amp; nothing to talk to him but his dead one.&quot;<br/> In early productions he'd a white face &amp; purple nose, details excised later. &quot;Beckett has been extremely wary of over stressing the clownish elements in Krapp’s physique, dress &amp; behavior. Even in the 1st production at the Royal Court Theatre, the purple nose of the tippler, which is referred to in the printed text, was much toned down &amp; has since been abandoned&quot;. The &quot;surprising pair of dirty white boots, size 10 at least, very narrow &amp; pointed,&quot; suggesting an &quot;ex-dandy rather than the former cricketer,&quot; survived longer. Like Henry in Embers, another failed writer, he's a man of independent means.<br/> &quot;When the plays that follow All That Fall begin, the 'action' in traditional terms has already taken place. From Krapp’s Last Tape onwards all that's left in most of the plays is recapitulation, a struggle with voices in the head &amp; a masochism that both demands &amp; dreads the assault of memory.&quot;<br/> Krapp sits at a desk in his den. There's a white light above. The stage's extremities are in darkness. Black &amp; white imagery continues throughout; in fact, Beckett’s Berlin &quot;notebook lists no less than 27 points in the play at which the alternation of light &amp; dark is stressed.&quot; Twice he turns, peering into darkness. Beckett explained to Martin Held at rehearsal: &quot;Old Nick’s there. Death is standing behind him &amp; unconsciously he's looking for it.&quot;<br/> He checks his pocket watch periodically as if waiting for the exact moment when he was born before he begins. He's time for a banana, a fruit he's fond of. He retrieves a large one from a locked drawer, sensuously strokes it, peels it &amp; nearly slips on a dropped skin. Finishing, he locates another. He throws the skin into the pit but ends up not eating the banana which gets stuck into a pocket of his waistcoat, its end rudely hanging out. He decides on a drink instead &amp; shuffles into the darkness to get one. Finished, he returns with an old ledger.<br/> On his desk are a reel-to-reel recorder &amp; some tins (originally cardboard boxes) holding recordings. In some productions the desk is empty at 1st &amp; he brings out the tapes &amp; recorder after the ledger. He consults the ledger. The tape he's to review is 5th in Box 3. He reads aloud from the ledger. It's obvious that words alone aren't jogging his memory. He takes childish pleasure saying ‘spool’.<br/> The tape we get to listen to along with Krapp was recorded when he turned 39. The voice on the tape is strong, self-important, clearly him. As he settles himself in his seat he knocks a tin on the floor. He curses, switches off the playback, sweeps the remaining tins onto the floor,  rewinds the tape to begin again.<br/> The voice on the tape mentions the fact that he’s just celebrated his birthday alone &quot;at the wine house&quot; jotting down notes in preparation for the recording session later. In earlier drafts the place was peopled but Beckett progressively emptied the play of all but essential characters. The voice confesses to having consumed three bananas &amp; only just resisting urges for another. His bowels are still a problem, one obviously exacerbated by eating too many bananas. &quot;The new light above my table is a great improvement,&quot; reports Krapp, before describing how much he enjoys leaving it, wandering off into the darkness, so he can return to the zone of light identified with his essential self. He notes how quiet the night is. Even his neighbor, elderly Mrs. McGlome, who habitually sings in the evenings, is silent.<br/> The voice reports he's just reviewed a tape from his late 20s. It amuses him to comment on his impressions of what he was like in his 20s. The 69-year-old Krapp joins in the derisory laughter. The young man he was back then is described as idealistic, even unrealistic in his expectations. The 39-year-old looks back on the 20ish Krapp with the same level of contempt as the 20ish Krapp appears to have displayed for the young man he saw himself for in his late teens. Each can see clearly the fool he was but only time will reveal what kind of fool he's become.<br/> The taped voice continues with a review of his last year, the year his mother died. He talks about sitting on a bench outside the nursing home waiting for news she'd passed away. When the moment comes he's in the process of throwing a ball to a dog. He ends up simply leaving the ball with the creature even tho a part of him regrets not hanging onto it as a memento. Krapp at 69 is more interested in his younger self’s use of the rather archaic word &quot;viduity&quot; (&quot;widowhood&quot; in early drafts) than in the reaction of the voice on the tape to their mother’s passing. He stops listening to look it up in a large dictionary.<br/> Done, he returns to the tape. The voice starts to describe the revelation he experienced at the end of a pier. &quot;The dark that Krapp has always struggled to keep under is, one may guess, in reality his most valuable subject-matter &amp;, in particular, his greatest source of enlightenment.&quot; He grows impatient, getting worked up when his younger self starts enthusing about this. He fast-forwards almost to the end of the tape to escape the onslaught of words. Suddenly the mood has changed. He finds himself in the middle of a description of a romantic liaison between him &amp; a woman in a punt. He lets it play out, then rewinds the tape to hear the complete episode. Throughout he remains transfixed &amp; visibly relives the moment.<br/> Afterwards, Krapp carefully removes this tape, locates a fresh one, loads it, checks the back of an envelope where he's made notes earlier, discards them &amp; starts. He's scathing when it comes to his assessment of his 39-year-old self &amp; is glad to see the back of him. He finds he's nothing he wants to record for posterity, save the fact he &quot;Revelled in the word spool.&quot; But he does mention a trip to the park &amp; attending Vespers where he dozed off &amp; fell off a pew. His sex life has been reduced to periodic visits by an old prostitute recalling the jibes made in Eh Joe: &quot;That slut that comes on Saturday, you pay her, don't you?...Penny a hoist tuppence as long as you like.&quot;<br/> Unlike his younger selves, Krapp has nothing good to say about the man he's become. Even the idea of making one &quot;last effort&quot; when it comes to his writing upsets him. He retreats into memories from his distant past, gathering holly &amp; walking the dog of a Sunday morning. He then remembers the girl on the punt, wrenches off the tape he's been recording, throws it away &amp; replays the entire section again from the previous tape. It is a scene of masochism reminiscent of Croak in Words &amp; Music, tormenting himself with an image of a woman’s face. This time he allows the tape to play out. It ends with the 39-year-old determinately not regretting the choices he has made, certain that what he'd produce in the years to come would more than compensate him for any potential loss of happiness.<br/> Krapp makes no response to this but allows the tape to play on until the final curtain. &quot;Krapp’s spool of life is almost wound, &amp; the silent tape is both the time it has left to run &amp; the silence into which he must pass.&quot; Whereas the younger Krapp talks about the &quot;fire in me&quot;, the tired old man who sits listening is simply &quot;burning to be gone.&quot; The title of the play seems obvious, that what we've witnessed is the recording of Krapp’s final tape, &quot;yet there is an ambiguity: 'last' can mean 'most recent' as well as 'ultimate'. The speaker in Browning’s My Last Duchess is already planning to marry his next duchess…Still, one hopes for Krapp’s sake that he will be gone before another year is over.&quot;]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[If You Love Beckett's Way You'll Lovin' It<br/>The Idea Amazing about Our looking To Our Memories That Put On Tape, It's Make Me Ask:If our Memories Can die In our Hearts Or life In Our Tapes Or spools ??<br/>SO, I'll take The answer From Krapp And Say Like His Said  &quot;SPOOL&quot; <br/>I Lovi...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/70588058">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I love Beckett. When I want a lot of Beckett, I read the Mallory novels. When I want a normal amount of Beckett, I read Happy Days or Endgame. When I just need a Beckett fix, I read one of his short works. KRAPP'S did the job splendidly.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[In the first of these two plays, an old man records his comments as he listens to a tape recording of his own observations on how life felt when he was 39. In the second, a man walking along the seashore recalls his dead father while other familiar voices speak to him from the past.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Really weird.  This is a about a guy who is listening to tapes of himself talking about his life.  Very memorable quotes though about looking into the eyes of someone's soul. ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I love Beckett, particularly his trilogy (the Malone Dies one) and his fiction generally but his plays are fine too.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[ It's a &quot;late evening in the future&quot;, Krapp’s 69th birthday. As customary, he hauls out a tape recorder, reviews one of the earlier years &amp; makes a new recording commenting on the events of the previous year. &quot;I saw Krapp small &amp; wizened,&quot; Beckett wrote. &quot;Krapp has nothing to talk to but his dying self &amp; nothing to talk to him but his dead one.&quot;<br/> In early productions he'd a white face &amp; purple nose, details excised later. &quot;Beckett has been extremely wary of over stressing the clownish elements in Krapp’s physique, dress &amp; behavior. Even in the 1st production at the Royal Court Theatre, the purple nose of the tippler, which is referred to in the printed text, was much toned down &amp; has since been abandoned&quot;. The &quot;surprising pair of dirty white boots, size 10 at least, very narrow &amp; pointed,&quot; suggesting an &quot;ex-dandy rather than the former cricketer,&quot; survived longer. Like Henry in Embers, another failed writer, he's a man of independent means.<br/> &quot;When the plays that follow All That Fall begin, the 'action' in traditional terms has already taken place. From Krapp’s Last Tape onwards all that's left in most of the plays is recapitulation, a struggle with voices in the head &amp; a masochism that both demands &amp; dreads the assault of memory.&quot;<br/> Krapp sits at a desk in his den. There's a white light above. The stage's extremities are in darkness. Black &amp; white imagery continues throughout; in fact, Beckett’s Berlin &quot;notebook lists no less than 27 points in the play at which the alternation of light &amp; dark is stressed.&quot; Twice he turns, peering into darkness. Beckett explained to Martin Held at rehearsal: &quot;Old Nick’s there. Death is standing behind him &amp; unconsciously he's looking for it.&quot;<br/> He checks his pocket watch periodically as if waiting for the exact moment when he was born before he begins. He's time for a banana, a fruit he's fond of. He retrieves a large one from a locked drawer, sensuously strokes it, peels it &amp; nearly slips on a dropped skin. Finishing, he locates another. He throws the skin into the pit but ends up not eating the banana which gets stuck into a pocket of his waistcoat, its end rudely hanging out. He decides on a drink instead &amp; shuffles into the darkness to get one. Finished, he returns with an old ledger.<br/> On his desk are a reel-to-reel recorder &amp; some tins (originally cardboard boxes) holding recordings. In some productions the desk is empty at 1st &amp; he brings out the tapes &amp; recorder after the ledger. He consults the ledger. The tape he's to review is 5th in Box 3. He reads aloud from the ledger. It's obvious that words alone aren't jogging his memory. He takes childish pleasure saying ‘spool’.<br/> The tape we get to listen to along with Krapp was recorded when he turned 39. The voice on the tape is strong, self-important, clearly him. As he settles himself in his seat he knocks a tin on the floor. He curses, switches off the playback, sweeps the remaining tins onto the floor,  rewinds the tape to begin again.<br/> The voice on the tape mentions the fact that he’s just celebrated his birthday alone &quot;at the wine house&quot; jotting down notes in preparation for the recording session later. In earlier drafts the place was peopled but Beckett progressively emptied the play of all but essential characters. The voice confesses to having consumed three bananas &amp; only just resisting urges for another. His bowels are still a problem, one obviously exacerbated by eating too many bananas. &quot;The new light above my table is a great improvement,&quot; reports Krapp, before describing how much he enjoys leaving it, wandering off into the darkness, so he can return to the zone of light identified with his essential self. He notes how quiet the night is. Even his neighbor, elderly Mrs. McGlome, who habitually sings in the evenings, is silent.<br/> The voice reports he's just reviewed a tape from his late 20s. It amuses him to comment on his impressions of what he was like in his 20s. The 69-year-old Krapp joins in the derisory laughter. The young man he was back then is described as idealistic, even unrealistic in his expectations. The 39-year-old looks back on the 20ish Krapp with the same level of contempt as the 20ish Krapp appears to have displayed for the young man he saw himself for in his late teens. Each can see clearly the fool he was but only time will reveal what kind of fool he's become.<br/> The taped voice continues with a review of his last year, the year his mother died. He talks about sitting on a bench outside the nursing home waiting for news she'd passed away. When the moment comes he's in the process of throwing a ball to a dog. He ends up simply leaving the ball with the creature even tho a part of him regrets not hanging onto it as a memento. Krapp at 69 is more interested in his younger self’s use of the rather archaic word &quot;viduity&quot; (&quot;widowhood&quot; in early drafts) than in the reaction of the voice on the tape to their mother’s passing. He stops listening to look it up in a large dictionary.<br/> Done, he returns to the tape. The voice starts to describe the revelation he experienced at the end of a pier. &quot;The dark that Krapp has always struggled to keep under is, one may guess, in reality his most valuable subject-matter &amp;, in particular, his greatest source of enlightenment.&quot; He grows impatient, getting worked up when his younger self starts enthusing about this. He fast-forwards almost to the end of the tape to escape the onslaught of words. Suddenly the mood has changed. He finds himself in the middle of a description of a romantic liaison between him &amp; a woman in a punt. He lets it play out, then rewinds the tape to hear the complete episode. Throughout he remains transfixed &amp; visibly relives the moment.<br/> Afterwards, Krapp carefully removes this tape, locates a fresh one, loads it, checks the back of an envelope where he's made notes earlier, discards them &amp; starts. He's scathing when it comes to his assessment of his 39-year-old self &amp; is glad to see the back of him. He finds he's nothing he wants to record for posterity, save the fact he &quot;Revelled in the word spool.&quot; But he does mention a trip to the park &amp; attending Vespers where he dozed off &amp; fell off a pew. His sex life has been reduced to periodic visits by an old prostitute recalling the jibes made in Eh Joe: &quot;That slut that comes on Saturday, you pay her, don't you?...Penny a hoist tuppence as long as you like.&quot;<br/> Unlike his younger selves, Krapp has nothing good to say about the man he's become. Even the idea of making one &quot;last effort&quot; when it comes to his writing upsets him. He retreats into memories from his distant past, gathering holly &amp; walking the dog of a Sunday morning. He then remembers the girl on the punt, wrenches off the tape he's been recording, throws it away &amp; replays the entire section again from the previous tape. It is a scene of masochism reminiscent of Croak in Words &amp; Music, tormenting himself with an image of a woman’s face. This time he allows the tape to play out. It ends with the 39-year-old determinately not regretting the choices he has made, certain that what he'd produce in the years to come would more than compensate him for any potential loss of happiness.<br/> Krapp makes no response to this but allows the tape to play on until the final curtain. &quot;Krapp’s spool of life is almost wound, &amp; the silent tape is both the time it has left to run &amp; the silence into which he must pass.&quot; Whereas the younger Krapp talks about the &quot;fire in me&quot;, the tired old man who sits listening is simply &quot;burning to be gone.&quot; The title of the play seems obvious, that what we've witnessed is the recording of Krapp’s final tape, &quot;yet there is an ambiguity: 'last' can mean 'most recent' as well as 'ultimate'. The speaker in Browning’s My Last Duchess is already planning to marry his next duchess…Still, one hopes for Krapp’s sake that he will be gone before another year is over.&quot;]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[One of Beckett's best. A short work about memory and technology. Utterly devastating.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[If you like Beckett this is a must read.  Very short but should be read more than once]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[این نمایش نامه هم با نام &quot;آخرین نوار کراپ&quot; بی تردید به فارسی برگردانده شده برای آن که خود من آن را بازی کرده ام. یک تک گویی بلند از یک پیر مرد که در طول یک شب از گذشت...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2260782">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[One of BEckett's best. Spoooooooool!]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[FAVORITE PLAY OF ALL TIME! bar none]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I saw this play in a dark little theater in Paris.  The man playing Krapp had wild gray hair, dark clothes, and white, very pointy-toed shoes.  I found those shoes a bit odd at first, almost distracting, but it all made wonderful sense when he sat down, toes pointed out.. and peeled his first banana...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/9729040">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This is the only Beckett play I've seen performed- reading it I liked it well enough, and thought it had a lot of pretty bits, but guessed that it probably was too lacking in plot or action to play well; on stage (performed by amateurs at a local &quot;irish fair&quot;, what's more) it was much more...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/9456475">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[i LOVE sam beckett...think he was an absolute genius! this play is great--one man, one tape machine...a million memories and thoughts...<br/><br/>if i had my way, i would direct and star in this play, off-broadway or someplace...maybe my house? ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[the setting just welcomed me to enter the world of theater which now is one of my interest. I still digging on the concept of something between man and women. Krapp really done it in his own way. such a solid personality.  ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[hear that? its my heart exploding (on cassette tape); everything you've ever wanted to know about loving, longing and the passing of time in a 48 pg one-act play.<br/>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Sad idea, this listening to your birthday tapes. Wonderfully crafted.  This fellow was too talented to be so devoted to the idea that life is a death sentence.]]></body>
    
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