David Alan Mamet is an American author, essayist, playwright, screenwriter and film director. His works are known for their clever, terse, sometimes vulgar dialogue and arcane stylized phrasing, as well as for his exploration of masculinity.
As a playwright, he received Tony nominations for Glengarry Glen Ross (1984) and Speed-the-Plow (1988). As a screenwriter, he received Oscar nominations for The Verdict (1982) and Wag the Dog (1997).
Mamet's recent books include The Old Religion (1997), a novel about the lynching of Leo Frank; Five Cities of Refuge: Weekly Reflections on Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy (2004), a Torah commentary, with Rabbi Lawrence Kushner; The Wicked Son (2006), a study of Jewish self-hatred and antisemitism; and Bambi vs. Godzilla, an acerbic commentary on the movie business.
Edmond: Yes. Alright...I'm going. Wife: Will you bring me back some cigarettes... Edmond: I'm not coming back. Wife: What? Edmond: I'm not coming back. (Pause) wife: What do you mean? Edmond: I'm going, and I'm not going to come back. (Pause) Wife: You're not ever coming back? Edmond: No. Wife: Why not? (Pause) Edmond: I don't want to live this kind of life. Wife: What does that mean? Edmond: That I can't live this life. Wife:"You can't live this life" so you're leaving me. Edmond: Yes. Wife: Ah. Ah. Ah. And what about me? Don't you love me anymore? Edmond: No. Wife: You don't. Edmond: No. Wife: And why is that? Edmond: I don't know. Wife: And when did you find this out? Edmond: A long time ago.
Devoid of likable characters, yet impossible to stop reading. I’m guessing a mass misinterpretation of this play ironically catapulted Mamet toward mainstream opportunities and success.
normally hate Mamet, but i actually surprised myself by liking this one. like literally out of nowhere. made me think there was something wrong, but it's got a kind of natural sobriety and bite to it that i find his other plays (Oleanna, Race, etc.) trying too hard to manufacture. apparently this play was dedicated to Wallace Shawn? which is majorly freaky, because it felt like Mamet trying to channel Shawn, but maybe this made him realize how much better of a playwright Shawn was and he got angry and ran away. or something.
About 2/3 of the way through I would have said that I really liked this play, and I don't want to spoil it, but it then turned in a direction that it didn't have to and it was hard to come back from that. Edmond (the play, not the character) is dark and funny and interesting, so maybe I'm at fault for not being able to get over that one left turn, but I just can't. Nevertheless, reminds me of how good Mamet can be. When he's "on" there is no better playwright.
Its got a lovely voice of whimsy, portraying a darkness of existence with humour. I liked how it feels as if being sucked into a depraved whirlwind. Bars, massage parlours (icky name), street racketeering. It felt a little more claustrophobic than I led myself to hope for Edmond in every place under the setting of NY in the 80s?
Recommended by a potential mentor as it is alike my script idea.
Un gran texto literario-dramático. Me encanta la evolución de Edmond durante la trama y la crítica a la sociedad capitalista así como del racismo y la xenofobia, tan vigentes hoy día.
I read this at a time in which I was of a more conservative mind and when I finished it I wanted it out of my house immediately ha ha ha. But it resonated deeply
Tightly written. I think this is about as close as art can usefully come to a thesis. It's focused and simple but not pedantic or quick to jump to conclusions. Like mamet keeps looking at these themes of money, power, sex, religion and is convinced of how his character moves through these scenarios, but less certain of what that inexorable unfolding means.
Quentin Tarrantino has cited Mamet as an influence in how he writes his dialogue. Take Edmond, mash it together with American Buffalo, and you've got Reservoir Dogs. I love it when I can pick out the influences from artist to artist, as well as pick up that influence myself along the way.
Edmond is thought provoking, uncomfortable at times, and truly dark. My kind of play.
Not a fan of Mamet anyway, and this one is the quintessential misogyny and nihilism that I detest. I find the story uninteresting and hard to believe, the moral (if you can call it that) disgusting and highly objectionable, and the main character despicable.
I'd love to see this play on the stage. I found the character Edmond fascinating and curious. He's a testimony to Mamet's writing, which is controlled and sparse, leaving just enough leeway for the reader to imagine and wonder what is going on in Edmond's mind.