Death is such a contradicting situation. It is always a sad event, but in some
perspectives it may or may not be a joyous event. Not to say that death should be
celebrated, just to point out that life may have been a more dramatic experience.
For my first novel in G.T. I read Death of a Salesman, a play written by Arthur
Miller. Arthur Miller was born in 1915, in New York City. His
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son. In the movie it does have one single set, but it changes like years. When the father
and son grow up there is a strong animosity between them that might make there
relationship be lost forever.
This was an interesting play that had many high points. I enjoyed it and my
favorite part about it was the reality that it displayed. Families really do have problems
and this play illustrated this.