The Man Who Had Three Arms
a play by Edward Albee
Now, the whole point of this is The
Metamorphosis presented as "A Report to an Academy" under the
shade of Nabokov (who is directly cited) and "An Evening of Russian
Poetry." It's a three-character play in two acts in the form of the
eponym's lecture on the condition of his eponymity. No, as he might say,
it's not catching. The play focuses in on the precise condition, and
focuses out any generalities that might interfere. Anomaly,
celebrity, monstrosity. The specific Albee type: "There was a
loathing to it, a condemnation that I dare be articulate, coherent."
The author removes all mickey with something more than
fastidiousness, less than abstemiousness.
The nice concluding gag will do for one of Pinter's Revue Sketches. "Be careful when you go on a talk show, though: the dumb ones use a club, and the bright ones have a knife." Any fool who watches television can see that, now Broadway knows it as well.