Tuesday, April 08, 2014
Reader's Diary #1109- Eugene O'Neill: The Iceman Cometh
A very brief synopsis: a bunch of rather miserable people, pining over "pipe-dreams," drink away their regrets at a bar. One of their own, Hickey, comes back into the bar, advising them to accept their failures, to give up hope, and they'll finally be happy. This new outlook wreaks havoc on everyone and threatens to upset their status quo. Hickey, however, turns out to have murdered his wife and the rest of the barflies pounce on this: if they can brush Hickey off as crazy, they can also write off his advice as the musings of a madman, and return to their happily miserable existence.
And it's that oxymoron that sends my mind veering. If hope is what truly has made these characters unhappy, believing that shedding oneself of hope will make them happy is a form of hope in itself, is it not? Now we're out of oxymoron territory and into paradox country. Fun.