It’s a rather touch and go situation whether or not I can truly understand a single word that emerges from DeLillo’s mouth. And this particular instance was definitely one of those times when I simply didn’t.

We have a dying man, accompanied by his son, as well as his former and current wives, delving into the profound topic of death or something along those lines. However, the dying man doesn’t actually utter a single word throughout the entire exploration.

It all seems to be Very Very Deep, but unfortunately for me, it just leaves me feeling Very Very Bored. I struggle to connect with the supposed depth and significance that is presumably there, but it all goes over my head, and I find myself longing for something more engaging and understandable.

I sit there, trying my best to follow along, but it’s like trying to grasp at smoke. The whole experience is rather frustrating, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m just not the right audience for this kind of thing.

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A truly marvelous read!

This short play has the remarkable ability to instill a plethora of profound thoughts within your mind.

What exactly is death? Is it simply the cessation of physical functions, or is there something more profound and mysterious at play?

When do we truly die? Is it when our hearts stop beating, or does it occur at some other, less tangible moment?

Don't we all have the inalienable right to live out our lives to the fullest, free from the constraints and limitations imposed by others?

And perhaps most intriguingly, when does self-sacrifice morph into a sense of satisfaction? Is it when we give up something dear to us for the greater good, or is there a more complex psychological and emotional process at work?

These are just some of the questions that this captivating short play forces us to confront, making it a truly thought-provoking and engaging piece of literature.

An interesting play can truly be a thought-provoking experience. It makes us stop and ponder over various aspects of life. We start to question the meaning and significance of life itself. What is our purpose here? How do we make the most of the time we have?

Death is another aspect that such a play might bring to the forefront. It makes us face the reality that life is finite and that one day, it will come to an end. This realization can be both terrifying and liberating. It forces us to think about what we will leave behind when we are gone.

What kind of legacy do we want to create? Will it be one of love, kindness, and positive impact? Or will it be a life lived in vain? These are the questions that an interesting play can inspire us to ask ourselves. It can make us look inward and evaluate our lives, our choices, and our values. In the end, it is up to us to decide how we want to live our lives and what we want to leave behind.

Love-Lies-Bleeding appears to be a continuation or an alternate telling of the novel The Body Artist.

A significantly younger woman marries an older man who has led a long and eventful life prior to her. Now, he is dying (or in The Body Artist, he's already dead), and she sits, thinks, and talks, with not much else happening.

Although DeLillo is undoubtedly a talented writer, I believe his talents don't translate as well to novels and definitely not to plays as some other reviewers seem to think. Perhaps he should focus on writing poems or philosophical ponderings. This is the third work of DeLillo's that I've read, and I've noticed that there's always a point in the story where a character's monologue truly captures the essence of the whole. I just wish DeLillo would write a collection of those and present them together, rather than adding an extra 100 pages to encase these little gems.

In Love-Lies-Bleeding, a 70-something-year-old man is in a vegetative state after a stroke. His current wife (in her 30s), ex-wife (50s), and son (30s) have all gathered to care for him and consider euthanasia. I simply can't envision this play being performed on stage without boring the audiences to... well, death. Besides the lack of a real driving force in the plot, there are three acts and probably around 15 total scenes, maybe more. Each scene is short and stilted, and while reading, one can see that time has passed and perhaps grasp the meaning of the scene. However, on stage, this seems like it would be far too distracting. And I know I wouldn't want to sit through the wooden deliveries of these stylistic lines.

Sometimes artistic creative work is truly moving. But sometimes it's just self-indulgent and dull. I feel that this play leans more towards the latter. There's a line in here where one of the stroke victim's ex-wives remarks, "I'm not sure how it works, but men who don't know themselves have a power over others, those who try miserably to understand." I think Don DeLillo has a power over others for the same reason.

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Unremarkable is a word that often describes something that fails to stand out or attract attention. It implies a lack of distinctiveness or special qualities. It could refer to a person, an object, an event, or a situation that is ordinary and unexceptional. Something that is unremarkable may blend in with the background and go unnoticed in a crowd. It may not have any remarkable features or characteristics that would make it memorable or worthy of mention. However, just because something is unremarkable does not mean it is unimportant or without value. Sometimes, the ordinary and unremarkable things in life are the ones that bring us the most comfort and stability. They are the foundation upon which we build our lives and experiences.