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107 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1947
“No quiero realismo. Quiero... ¡magia! ¡Sí, sí, magia! Trato de darle eso a la gente. Le tergiverso las cosas. No le digo la verdad Le digo lo que debiera ser la verdad”En el otro lado del ring se encuentra el pragmatismo de un capitalismo que no entiende de honores ni respeta estatus. Stanley es decidido, firme, sin dobleces, sentimental, un ser primario siempre con miedo a que se tambalee su posición de macho alfa, nada amigo de contemporizar, un extranjero que reniega de sus raíces, una fuerza de la naturaleza que, con la ayuda del esnobismo aristocrático de Blanche y de esa idea tan roussoniana sobre lo natural, nos empuja a simpatizar con él en un principio… solo en un principio.
“No creo en héroes y villanos, creo tan sólo que las personas toman el buen o el mal camino, y no por elección, sino por necesidad o por ciertas influencias que les afectan y todavía no comprenden, por sus circunstancias y por sus antecedentes.”Yo sí creo en buenas y malas personas, yo sí creo que existe el mal y que este no es solo consecuencia de las circunstancias, aunque sí pueden propiciarlo y amplificarlo. Yo sí creo que Stanley Kowalsky es un ser egoísta y ruin, dominante y colérico, un maltratador que enmascara sus miedos y su necesidad de dominación en el afán de rescatar a su familia de las garras de la ninfómana Blanche y a la que impone su justo castigo por sus cuantiosas perversiones. Quizá el final de la película era necesario para contrarrestar esa imagen magnética que Brando transmitía.
With two women and one hot-tempered, suspicious man in a dinky one bedroom flat, trouble starts brewing at the onset and never lets up until the ill-fated end.
"Whoever you are.......I have always counted on the kindness of strangers."
As a first time read for me, the story behind A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE was a complete surprise as were the multitude of controversial subject matters often understated in presentation throughout the play, but still.......
A powerful and emotional drama. Loved it! (need to get my hands on a copy of the film version with Brando and Leigh.....fast)
“I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that's sinful, then let me be damned for it!”Her desperation for romance, for magic, in her life is the only avenue remaining for her escape. That's what Streetcar Names Desire is about: escape. Escape from the shameful past, drinking to escape from the dully painful present, and escape from the violent future. Blanche eventually retreats fully into her own self-delusions of romantic escape when her past creeps unexpectedly into the present.
"They told me to take a street-car named Desire, and transfer to one called Cemeteries, and ride six blocks and get off at—Elysian Fields!"Desire and death: the only ways to reach paradise!
“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.”
“I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.”
I'll tell you what I want. Magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try and give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be the truth. And if that is sinful, then let me be damned for it!
BLANCHE: I feel so hot and frazzled. Wait till I powder before you open the door. Do I look done in?
STELLA: Why no. You are as fresh as a daisy.
BLANCHE: One that's been picked a few days.
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STELLA: No. Stanley's the only one of his crowd that's likely to get anywhere.
BLANCHE: What makes you think Stanley will?
STELLA: Look at him.
BLANCHE: I've looked at him.
STELLA: Then you should know.
BLANCHE: I'm sorry, but I haven't noticed the stamp of genius even on Stanley's forehead.
BLANCHE: What sign were you born under?
STANLEY [while he is dressing]: Sign?
BLANCHE: Astrological sign. I bet you were born under Aries. Aries people are forceful and dynamic. They dote on noise! They love to bang things around!
There is a crash; then a relative hush.
BLANCHE [brightly]: Did he kill her?
BLANCHE: We are going to be very Bohemian. We are going to pretend that we are sitting in a little artists' cafe on the Left Bank in Paris! [She lights a candle stub and puts it in a bottle.] Je suis la Dame aux Camellias! Vous etes Armand! Understand French?
MITCH [heavily]: Naw. Naw, I-
STANLEY: I have a lawyer acquaintance who will study these out.
BLANCHE: Present them to him with a box of aspirin tablets.
STELLA: Blanche, you saw him at his worst last night.
BLANCHE: On the contrary, I saw him at his best! What such a man has to offer is animal force and he gave a wonderful exhibition of that! But the only way to live with such a man is to-go to bed with him. And that's your job-not mine!
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