Our Town by Thornton Wilder

Small title, small town, small book. That is about it. Our Town is a play about a New Hampshire town, and it follows a couple from childhood, to marriage, to an untimely death, while making a commentary on life in general. It was tepid, minimally insightful, and ultimately boring.

The play's main detractor was its theology. In the final act, the characters who have died are presented as existing in a sort of no-man's-land. It is said perhaps they are waiting for something eternal. But that is it. No God, no heaven or hell. The dead just sit in the cemetery, reminiscing about their lives and sadly observing the living, who are apparently walking about in a cloud of ignorance.

I really should avoid reading plays. They are so dead on the printed page.