Everyone, whether we like to admit it or not, wants nothing more than to lay on their deathbeds and be able to say "I have led a beautiful life." This intense desire lives within us all. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it causes us to worship other human beings as something more than human, sometimes it destroys us.
In Chekov's The Seagull, the brilliant playwright displays his passionate understanding of the desire that wrestles with the human soul. Subtly complex, The Seagull is a play meant to be read many times, and each time readers are bound to meet a different facet of themselves in the play's characters and their quests to satiate that voice within each of them, constantly whispering "you need more, more." It is a voice that leads one aspiring writer in the play to suicide, and cuts off another's capacity to embrace anyone but himself and his own entrapped mind.
Almost every facet of desire is explored here: love, life, death, dreams of glory, success, achievement. And, as with our very best playwrights, Chekov incorporates a masterful metaphor in his Seagull, which tightly wraps the play in a bundle of genius. Like Williams's breathtaking 'Night of The Iguana," and Ibsen's eerie 'The Wild Duck," The Seagull blends tragedy and beauty in an unforgettably delicate union. This is the kind of play that will stick in readers' minds for a lifetime.
