Carol's Reviews > Death of a Salesman
Anyway, now I've read it and won't likely forget it....and, yes....poor Willy Loman. He is a lost soul and aging 63 year old salesman who has spent his sorry life traveling from state to state selling (or trying to sell) women's hosiery ultimately in search of the American Dream.
He has a house, now boxed in between two tall brick buildings, a somewhat nagging wife, Linda who loves him and two grown sons, one, Biff, a realist and Happy who, well, just seems to be there.
DEATH OF A SALESMAN so expressively defines the lost, disappointing and just plain worn out living of a man in a world of unrealized dreams, the reader can just feel his anguish and desperation for wanting more....to have accomplished more as a proud, hardworking (?) family man who has served the same company honorably (?) his entire life, but is now being put out to pasture. (The prose makes us question Willy's conversations and sanity from beginning to end.)
First published in 1949, DEATH OF A SALESMAN is a dark and depressing look at the downside of not being able to cope when all does not go according to plan.
Although written with an abrupt (sometimes confusing) flashbacks throughout the story, still 4 Stars for this lover of old screenplays.