In a preface to his collected plays, written when he was 33, Clifford Odets wrote: "If you have acquired by now the distressing sense that I am situating myself historically, correct! Talent should be respected."
Writing something like that about one's own self takes some serious stones, but the fact that Odets already had six major plays ready to be collected (four of them had appeared on Broadway in a single year!) lends some weight to his self-assessment.
The first of the four 1935 plays, Waiting for Lefty, is hardly a play at all, but rather a series of vignettes based on the New York City cab driver strike of the previous year. Odets was closely associated with the Group Theatre, birthplace of "Method" acting, and he almost might be called a Method playwright. Waiting for Lefty is a raw, rousing, angry call to arms (workers of the world, unite!) that must have hit 1935 audiences like a literal punch to the face.
It's almost impossible to read the play today (for me, at least) without hearing all the characters sound vaguely like Jimmy Cagney, the men and women alike. But damn, some of those speeches still burn.
"Your boss is making suckers outa you boys every minute. Yes, and suckers out of all the wives and the poor innocent kids who'll grow up with crooked spines and sick bones. Sure, I see it in the papers, how good orange juice is for kids. But damnit our kids get colds one on top of the other. They look like little ghosts. Betty never saw a grapefruit. I took her to the store last week and she pointed to a stack of grapefruits. 'What's that!' she said. My God, Joe — the world is supposed to be for all of us."
Or this exchange:
— "The world is an armed camp today. One match sets the whole world blazing in forty-eight hours. Uncle Sam won't be caught napping!"
— "The say 12 million men were killed in that last one and 20 million more wounded or missing."
— "That's not our worry. If big business went sentimental over human life there wouldn't be big business of any sort!"
Odets also manages to capture the simple wistfulness of lives never fully realized, weighed down by poverty or oppression or just plain exhaustion:
"I'm glad we never got together," a young man tells the woman he's been seeing. "This way we don't know what we missed."
The play ends with a breathtaking scream of rage that brought audiences to their feet and, in later regional productions, got actors arrested right off the stage:
"Don't laugh! Nothing's funny! This is your life and mine! It's skull and bones every incha road. Christ, we're dying by inches! For what? ... Working class, unite and fight! Tear down the slaughter house of our old lives! Let freedom really ring. ... Hear it, boys, hear it? Coast to coast! Hello America! ... We're storm-birds of the working class. Workers of the world ... our bones and blood!"
Waiting for Lefty isn't Odets' best play, or probably even his most important play. But man, does it hit like a white-hot bolt from the sky, even today. Maybe especially today.