Waiting For Godot by Samuel Beckett
There’s a little theatre at a university campus in Sandy Bay and at some point in my teens I saw this performed there. As well as King Lear, which strangely, thirty years later, or so, I met the man who played Lear in that performance and I met him here, where I type this up from the East Coast of Tasmania. I digress. I can’t explain this play outside of the sensation – a kind of vortex fascination with a compelling emptiness. If you want more, there are academic reams.
This is a gorgeous Faber and Faber paperback edition. First published in 1956. This is the 1985 reprint of the 1965 second edition.0571058086
Replete with annotations in biro.