Before Breakfast by Eugene O’Neill
This is an interesting play, with only one character…
At least only one talks, the other cries something, at one point.
There is only one act and the play is finished in about half an hour.
I am not sure if I empathize with the Mrs. Rowland who complaints all through this act, or with the husband that has to listen to this.
On a daily basis, I guess.
Since I am passing through my own desert and ordeal in marital relationship, I tend to fraternize with fellow men.
Up to a point.
After finishing this play, I have read that O’Neill was influenced by Strindberg.
So much so, that he paid a tribute, in his acceptance speech, after receiving the Nobel Prize for literature-
- “It was reading [Strindberg’s] plays . . . that first gave me the urge to write for the theatre myself. If there is anything of lasting worth in my work, it is due to that original impulse from him, which has continued as my inspiration down all the years since then.”
In terms of content, the play is rather good even if very short.
Actually, I better keep this note confined to a few lines; otherwise the description would be longer than the act.
Even if I enjoyed it, there are some mixed feelings since I tend to hear a number of the reproaches rather often.
And I have some of the shortcomings of Mr. Rowland, without his skill as a poet and probably other advantages.
About the idea of the play, Eugene O’Neill has said
- “I wonder how long an audience will stand for a monologue?”
It would take you half an hour, if you contemplate reading or listening to this play.