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Absurdity in Beckett, Pinter and Shakespeare

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An-Najah National University Faculty of Arts Department of English Absurdity in Beckett, Pinter and Shakespeare Written by: Anas Kamal Khanfar 10507510 Supervised by: Dr.Odeh Odeh In Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements of the B.A. Degree in English 2nd Semester – 2008/2009 Literature review Life is absurd as a game of chess which is played by a blind man and a sighted man from the point of view of the observer to the patient. In this paper, absurdity is observed and detected in a critical point of view that covers Shakespeare's "Hamlet", Beckett's Endgame and Pinter's "The Birthday Party". Absurdity in these works is at two levels which are character's absurdity and language's absurdity. Bradbrook …show more content…

The role of Hamlet is absurd in the play in the sense that he keeps his life purposeless. Psychologically speaking, Hamlet suffers from a psychological illness that prevents him to find his way. Throughout all the play, he is a floating man who can not make one good or reasonable conclusion. He restricts his mind in the words of the ghost of his dead father. This psychological state of Hamlet makes him trace nothing by the means of nothing that he keeps sailing in his ideas in the whole play. Hamlet can not trust any one except himself because he expects that some of them participate in the conspiracy against his father. Kott (1967) considers the absurdity in Hamlet’s character by examining his character as a player in revenge drama. He says that a game of murder is totally absurd especially when the character is involved in game without having any piece of information about the killer except for the apparition of his father. When Hamlet discovers that his mother marries his uncle, he starts to theorize and throw statements that empty the anger and depression inside him: Fie on’t, ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature Posses it merely. That it should come (to this)! But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two So excellent a king that was to this Hyperion to a satyr so loving to my mother (I, ii, 135-140)

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