This is a Fictional Friday post, where I review a book (but it might not always be fiction)
Most people don’t read plays; they watch them.
That makes sense; that’s what plays are made for.
I read plays because I study them, but try to watch any play I’m studying, because you don’t get a real sense of it otherwise.
A Streetcar Named Desire isn’t the same as other plays. Obviously, it was still written to be seen, but reading it gives tantamount pleasure. Continue reading