I’m sorry, my fellow bloggers, but you’ll have to excuse me. It’s about three in the morning, and I’m almost becoming slightly hysterical, but I’m going through déjà vu; The Glass Menagerie is not as different from A Raisin in the Sun as I had previously thought.
For example, take Tom; like Walter, he is also the main provider for his family, but he struggles financially as well, frustrated with the crummy job which he endures on a daily basis. He vents by constantly going to the movies, kind of like how Walter would go and drink his problems away. For Tom, a few hours at the theater calms his nerves and makes his life a little easier.
Then, the reader also notices the single woman in the play, Laura. Like Beneatha, she is trying to find a suitable man for herself, although it doesn’t seem to be as much of an importance to Laura as it is to Beneatha. She is supposed to be seeing a gentlemen caller soon, only who makes more money than Tom does, a trait slightly reminiscent of George. But, the catch is that the caller, James, has no idea he’s being deceived by a mother and his son.
I’m barely awake, and I still can tell that this play is terrific and filled with suspense. I wonder if this book is a clone of A Raisin in the Sun for a reason or not; the variety of similarities between the two works is quite unusual.
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