I only read The Bald Soprano from this collection, and it was sufficient.
Dear Friends,
I firmly believe, yes, I truly believe that this is the final time I'll have to inundate your feeds with negative play reviews. The coronavirus, along with other factors, has abbreviated my Modern Theatre class, and I no longer have to endure reading any more dreadful plays (HURRAH! I've been longing to say this for so long!).
The Bald Soprano, although by no means an "enjoyable" read in any sense of the imagination, was surely not the worst among the lot of absolute drivel we had to peruse. I dare say it was even a touch humorous, to the extent that absurdity can be amusing. What kindled a spark of appreciation for it in me was the fact that Ionesco was inspired to pen this play from using textbooks to learn a second language.
It transported me back to German class, where we had such a silly textbook filled with unrealistic scenarios and conversations that no real human would ever have, yet were intended to teach you how to "properly" speak the language.
Knowing that The Bald Soprano was, in a way, a parody of a textbook made it a little more entertaining, and I could appreciate it for what it is without necessarily having liked it.
Some parts were indeed funny. I let out a chuckle. Out loud.
But it's also just a jumble of nonsense that serves no purpose, and we all have better things to do and read than this ;)
MODERN THEATRE, OUT!