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From the shelf: Books with MINDBLOWING titles.

In this play, Edward Albee writes about the quarrels of a middle-aged couple who seem to be hating eachother. And all throughout, I was asking myself how can someone paint the picture of being desperate, of being stuck in a situation without a way out, and of giving up on all morality and common sense so damn well? 

How can he paint the picture of a life so disgusting that you tell yourself the most absurd lies, lies you cling to so desperately just to have one last hope, one last resort, this amazingly?

How can someone paint this pictures so well that I, someone who's never even fallen in love, can connect to these characters and understand them TO THE BONE? 

And that title, ties all the great things about this play (on the surface and on deeper levels) beautifully together. Who's afraid of Virginia woolf? Who's afraid of being stuck in the stream of consciousness where everything is real and there's no illusion and no lie to sheild you from the truth? Who's afraid of being so depressed that no one, not even someone you love could prevent you from killing yourself? Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf indeed?