When I started to read this, I was super confused. There are Actors, Characters, Managers, and so many other characters to keep up with; I couldn't handle it. The relationships all seemed to blend into each other and at times I lost interest in the story. When I realized everything that happened with Father, I started to regain the interest that I had when I read the title. Unfortunately, I lost it, and I never got it back. On top of my dislike to read, I couldn't focus on the story; not to mention the little stories within.
This play did make me think though, what if we (people) were born characters in a play? The play of life. Truthfully, I did not dwell on this subject, because I realized how ridiculous this was; to me at least. But I do understand a point Pirandello was trying to make, some people are born to play characters, others are just actors trying to be themselves. Overall, I think this sounds like a very difficult production to put on, and I was quite discombobulated throughout.
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