Small remainder mark on bottom foreedge; W.W. Norton price sticker replacing New Directions, which Norton bought out. A handsome copy in a Mylar dust jacket cover.
Born in Fuente Vaqueros, Granada, Spain, June 5 1898; died near Granada, August 19 1936, García Lorca is one of Spain's most deeply appreciated and highly revered poets and dramatists. His murder by the Nationalists at the start of the Spanish civil war brought sudden international fame, accompanied by an excess of political rhetoric which led a later generation to question his merits; after the inevitable slump, his reputation has recovered (largely with a shift in interest to the less obvious works). He must now be bracketed with Machado as one of the two greatest poets Spain has produced in the 20th century, and he is certainly Spain's greatest dramatist since the Golden Age.
3,5 Sterne. Es ist immer schwer, unfertige Werke zu bewerten. Noch schwieriger wird es wenn es sich dabei um ein surrealistisches Meta-Werk handelt. Ohne irgendein Vorwissen bezüglich Surrealismus oder Lorca wahrscheinlich kaum lesbar. + 0,5 Sterne für die theaterwissenschaftliche Analyse am Ende, wenn auch etwas mehr historischer Kontext nett gewesen wäre
Versuch, den Surrealismus auf die Bühne zu bringen. Auch noch selbstbezüglich. Ein bisschen zu viel gewollt für meinen Geschmack. Aber es lohnt sich wegen der einzelnen Szenen, die dann doch wieder sehr amüsant sind,.
Good, well researched translation. Also- Play w/o a Title looks like it would be SUCH a cool theatrical experience, even in the brief one act form. Lorca: ily.
3.5 stars.Play without a Title could define the early 20th century: an author and his cast attempt to put on a production of Shakespeare, but are interrupted by both the rattled audience and the bombing of a revolutionary war. While the first part seems to be a critique of theater similar to Tieck’s Puss in Boots from 1797 – complete with characters in the audience critiquing the events on stage, as in Tieck’s play – things shift gears dramatically when the bullets start to fly. Unlike Lorca’s The Public, this doesn’t descend into maddening nonsense. The experimentation enhances the work rather than overshadowing it.
I... did not get it. I read the French version of it. It goes from one idea to twenty others in the blink of an eye, I didn't follow the train of thought, I understood very little of what was going on, especially in the first play. The second is not much better, I got the references to Shakespeare and the kind of meta-discourse about what is theater but not much else. There are a lot of discussions around what is love and love between two men and that's impressive for a book written so early but it wasn't enough to keep me hooked, I just didn't get the appeal of these stories.