A great one-act by Eugene O'Neill. It was written in his early career before his first Pulizter, and you can tell that he is still figuring out his voice and his style. It is written in a realistic style, and somewhat reads like a mystery novel. He weaves the story very carefully and the end is definitely a good payoff. I also left thinking about the father for many days after, how you hate that character at the beginning of the play because of how all the other characters talk about him, so when he asks his son to hang himself, you have no idea that it is only a joke, and, actually a gift for the prodigal son's return. However, the tragedy is that the son will never know that, and the father, the audience assumes will be dead. Also, the description of the father's hurt as his son beats him, is not fully understood until the secret is revealed at the end. So few plays leave such an indelible mark in my memory of a moment missed or a beautiful humanity that will never be known. I liked it for the shadows it left in my mind after I read it, and I will continue to like it for that.