Monday, September 22, 2008

Lecture

Dr. Chekhov was a cranky old man. He died of tuberculosis in Yalta. The one thing he always wanted to do -- to write a novel -- eluded him, so he made up half a dozen of plays and hundreds of short stories. He was married to an actress, that didn't help. The actress was independent and lived in St. Petersburg, so they only saw each other once a year. But still, they were married. Perhaps, the cost of opportunity of finding a new wife was too high. They also could've been romantics. The only thing that mattered were letters, words. One theory goes, theatre is a process of othering the self in order to constitute self. Go ahead, explain that to undergrads.

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