June 9, 2011
Ever since I saw the production of the Ionesco play, The Chairs, I have been a big fan of the Theater of the Absurd. In that play, there are many invisible characters, and three that you can see, but the only genuine protagonists are the chairs.
In turn, Albert Camus used the concept of the absurd to try and express the imperfections of our world. According to him, the absurd doesn’t aspire to anything; it doesn’t have a particular set of values, or a sense of self-worth. It’s a sort of clear vision of the world without any metaphysical hope.
Here is where I am going to naively debate with the greats, by saying that the absurd – in all its forms – is just something that defies easy classification. This often means that the absurd can be something funny. And wherever you can find laughter, you can also find hope.
I’m not sure how you feel on the subject of Alice in Wonderland, but I think that a healthy dose of absurdity never hurt anybody.
As Alice said, “"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”
And I definitely agree with that.