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Melvin Peabody is an awesome, proud, defiant, defensive, embattled, embittered, eloquent and furious figure. Somebody should write a play about him.
And this is just what Irwin Shaw has failed to do in ["Children From Their Games"]…. He has fashioned a whale of a dramatic portrait, on the assumption that it constitutes a play.
It does not. A play must move—progress from here to there. The characters, once developed, must participate in either a purposeful action, or the construction of a point of view.
"Children From Their Games" eventually does bring Peabody out of his suicidal gloom and into a reminiscent escape from present misery. Through the help of an old friend, he is able to recall, or imagine, the image of happiness.
But this is too small a movement, and of too little consequence. It has not been worth the sustained fury of Melvin Peabody. Or...
This section contains 234 words (approx. 1 page at 300 words per page) |