Essays on the glass menagerie

Despite the many travels that characterized much of my childhood, I had never been on a trip quite like that of my first visit to South Africa. To me Africa existed through my father's journals, letters exchanged between my grandparents, an array of photographs and wonderful stories of what it was like having Africa as a home. However now for the first time, I was actually arriving at the small town on the eastern coast of South Africa where four generations of my paternal side had grown up. Driving through the town of Estcourt for the first time seemed somewhat like a dream. As we passed the small stone church where my grandparents were married, a small black- and-white picture rushed to my mind. The beautiful stained windows over my grandparents' heads were somehow familiar. Jacaranda trees stood proudly between houses and along sidewalks with little blue flowers seated delicately on the top of most branches, so fragile due to the heat that when a warm breeze ruffled the branches, the flowers would float slowly to the pavement.

All human beings seem to always look back on the ‘glory days’ to relive this glory. Everyone like to recollect memories, assuming their happy ones, and have them back again. The play, just like our lives, is filled with possible escapes. Each character tries to escape form their life but end up tangled in their problem. Williams uses the theme of memory and escape throughout “The Glass menagerie” to demonstrate the hopelessness and despair of each character’s dreams and the inevitable failure of their escapes. Could this be Williams way of suggesting that solving the problems is the right way to go?

Essays on the glass menagerie

essays on the glass menagerie


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