Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett. I picked up a copy of this book from a small, quaint bookshop, packed with a real classics section (finally!). You don’t get many of them in this country. The previous owner seems to be a literature student as the pages are littered with thoughts, notes, and comments. I tried not to read them first so as not to influence my reading. That aside, it’s a strange play. I remember watching it in South Africa at the Civic Theatre on a school trip. Reading it now… I still don’t get it. 
It’s one of those books where you never really ‘finish’ it; it’s rather the book that you keep on coming back to until your understanding becomes clearer and clearer.
I spent some time on the Internet, researching Beckett and understanding the context to his writing. I’m looking for critical and textual commentaries on the text, so please drop a comment with a link if you know of any. Also, as an intellectual and artistic pursuit, I’ll be working on the text as if I would be directing it, to help me understand more the play .
