Write an essay of analysis by either addressing one of the given topics below or coming up with one of your own.

Write an essay of analysis by either addressing one of the given topics below or coming up with one of your own.

Check with me ahead of time if you choose your own topic. You may choose to write on a story listed on the syllabus or on a story that is not listed on the syllabus. The choice is yours. But the story must be in our text book and be included in the section that covers postmodernism.
Format: The essay should be 750-1,250 words (3-5 pages), written in MLA format. Do not include a title page. Rather type a properly formatted heading on the first page. Include a running header and a title (centered, but not underlined, in bold print, italics, or quotation marks). Use a standard 12 pt. font and have 1-inch margins all the way around. You should quote the story(ies), poem(s), or play(s) you write about a number of times throughout the paper to offer specific support and to show you have carefully read the work and considered your topic. Cite these quotations parenthetically, using page numbers for stories and plays and line numbers for poems. Also, be sure to mention the title of the work(s) and the full name of the author(s) early on in the work.
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Choose three American institutions (family, education, religion, government, etc.) that Edward Albee criticizes in The Sandbox. By analyzing elements of the play, explain in what ways Albee criticizes each.
Edward Albee describes “The Sandbox” as “an examination of the American Scene, an attack on the substitution of artificial for real values in our society, a condemnation of complacency, cruelty, and emasculation and vacuity, a stand against the fiction that everything in this slipping land of ours is peachy-keen” (Cathedral Chapel). The dysfunctional family in American society is a well-defined satire on the false values, lack of love and empathy. Albee also expresses his feelings of disappointment regarding the way society treats the elderly and how self-involved and selfish people have become, not wanting to be bothered.
I am choosing to write about “The Sandbox” because I want to expand upon the dysfunctional family and the lack of values. By using in depth explanations, I am going to expand upon Edward Albee’s criticism of the treatment of the elderly, false values, and lack of love and empathy. I will use quotes from the play to connect Albee’s criticism with the play itself and expand upon the criticism in my own words. I plan to use additional outside research including the quote above and the play to expand upon my ideas.
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Feedback on proposal: I suggest that you do use outside sources. There are many good scholarly articles about this play in our database. In addition, here is a good hint: Albee expanded on this play and called the full-length version “The American Dream.” If you can find that play (it may be in the LRC), it would show how the theme of the dysfunctional family plays out in more detail in the full-length version. Additionally, Edward Albee’s own family very much influenced his depiction of family dynamics. Any biographical article or book on Albee would be worth quoting from to show the similarity between the characters in the play and Albee’s own family. For instance, Albee himself was adopted. His mother seems to have been very domineering and his father not very present during Albee’s childhood. This, too, would provide very good evidence for your paper.
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Born on March 12, 1928, in Washington, D.C., Edward Albee was adopted as an infant by Reed Albee, the son of Edward Franklin Albee, a powerful American Vaudeville producer. Brought up in an atmosphere of great affluence, he clashed early with the strong-minded Mrs. Albee who attempted to mold him into a respectable member of the Larchmont, New York social scene. But the young Albee refused to be bent to his mother’s will, choosing instead to associate with artists and intellectuals whom she found, at the very least, objectionable.
At the age of twenty, Albee moved to New York’s Greenwich Village where he held a variety of odd jobs including office boy, record salesman, and messenger for Western Union before finally hitting it big with his 1959 play, The Zoo Story, the story of a drifter who acts out his own murder with the unwitting aid of an upper-middle-class editor. Along with other early works such as The Sandbox (1959) and The American Dream (1960), The Zoo Story effectively gave birth to American absurdist drama. Albee was hailed as the leader of a new theatrical movement and labeled as the successor to Arthur Miller, Tennessee Williams, and Eugene O’Neill. He is, however, probably more closely related to the likes of such European playwrights as Beckett and Harold Pinter. Although they may seem at first glance to be realistic, the surreal nature of Albee’s plays is never far from the surface. His best known play is Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1962).
Albee describes his work as “an examination of the American Scene, an attack on the substitution of artificial for real values in our society, a condemnation of complacency, cruelty, and emasculation and vacuity, a stand against the fiction that everything in this slipping land of ours is peachy-keen.”
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The Sandbox by Edward Albee
A Brief Play, in Memory of My Grandmother (1876-1959)
The Young Man, 25, a good-looking, well-built boy in a bathing suit
Mommy, 55, a well-dressed, imposing woman
Daddy, 60, a small man; gray, thin
Grandma, 86, a tiny, wizened woman with bright eyes
The Musician, no particular age, but young would be nice
Note. When, in the course of the play, Mommy and Daddy call each other by these names, there should be no suggestion of regionalism. These names are of empty affection and point up the pre-senility and vacuity of their characters.
Scene. A bare stage, with only the following: Near the footlights, far stage right, two simple chairs set side by side, facing the audience; near the footlights, far stage left, a chair facing stage right with a music stand before it; farther back, and stage center, slightly elevated and raked, a large child’s sandbox with a toy pail and shovel; the background is the key, which alters from brightest day to deepest night.
At the beginning, it is brightest day; the Young Man is alone on stage to the rear of the sandbox, and to one side. He is doing calisthenics; he does calisthenics until quite at the very end of the play. These calisthenics, employing the arms only, should suggest the beating and fluttering of wings. The Young Man is, after all, the Angel of Death.
Mommy and Daddy enter from stage left, Mommy first.
Mommy Well, here we are; this is the beach.
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Daddy (whining) I’m cold.
Mommy (dismissing him with a little laugh) Don’t be silly; it’s as warm as toast. Look at that nice young man over there: he doesn’t think it’s cold (waves to the Young Man) Hello.
Young Man (with an endearing smile) Hi!
Mommy (looking about) This will do perfectly…don’t you think so, Daddy? There’s sand there…and the water beyond. What do you think, Daddy?
Daddy (vaguely) Whatever you say, Mommy.
Mommy (with a little laugh) Well, of course…whatever I say, Then it’s settled, is it?
Daddy (shrugs) She’s your mother, not mine.
Mommy I know she’s my mother. What do you take me for? (a pause) All right, now; let’s get on with it. (She shouts into the wings, stage-left) You! Out there! You can come in now (The Musician enters, seats himself in the chair, stage-left, places music on the music stand, is ready to play. Mommy nods approvingly.) Very nice; very nice. Are you ready, Daddy? Let’s go get Grandma.
Daddy Whatever you say, Mommy.
Mommy (leading the way out, stage-left) Of course, whatever I say. (To the Musician) You can begin now. (The Musician begins playing; Mommy and Daddy exit; the Musician, all the while playing, nods to the Young Man.)
Young Man (with the same endearing smile) Hi! (After a moment, Mommy and Daddy re-enter, carrying Grandma. She is borne in by their hands under her armpits; she is quite rigid; her legs are drawn up; her feet do not touch the ground; the expression on her ancient face is that of puzzlement and fear.)
Daddy Where do we put her?
Mommy (with a little laugh) Wherever I say, of course. Let me see…well…all right, over there…in the sandbox. (pause) Well, what are you waiting for, Daddy? … The sandbox! (Together they carry Grandma over to the sandbox and more or less dump her in.)
Grandma (righting herself to a sitting position; her voice a cross between a baby’s laugh and cry) Ahhhhhh! Graaaaa!
Daddy What do we do now?
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Mommy (to the Musician) You can stop now. (the Musician stops.) (Back to Daddy) What do you mean, what do we do now? We go over there and sit down, of course. (to the Young Man) Hello there.
Young Man (smiling) Hi! (Mommy and Daddy move to the chairs, stage-right, and sit down)
Grandma (same as before) Ahhhhh! Ah-haaaaaaa! Graaaaaa!
Daddy Do you think…do you think she’s…comfortable?
Mommy (impatiently) How would I know?
Daddy What do we do now?
Mommy We…wait. We…sit here…and we wait…that’s what we do.
Daddy Shall we talk to each other?
Mommy Well, you can talk, if you want to…if you can think of anything to say…if you can think of anything new.
Daddy (thinks) No…I suppose not.
Mommy (with a triumphant laugh) Of course not!
Grandma (banging the toy shovel against the pail) Haaaaa! Ah-haaaaaa!
Mommy Be quiet, Grandma…just be quiet, and wait. (Grandma throws a shovelful of sand at Mommy.) She’s throwing sand at me! You stop that, Grandma; you stop throwing sand at Mommy! (to Daddy) She’s throwing sand at me. (Daddy looks around at Grandma, who screams at him.)
Mommy Don’t look at her. Just …sit here…be very still…and wait. (to the Musician) You…uh…you can go ahead and do whatever it is you do (The Musician plays. Mommy and Daddy are fixed, staring out beyond the audience. Grandma looks at them, looks at the Musician, looks at the sandbox, throws down the shovel.)
Grandma Ah-haaaaaa! Graaaaaaa! (Looks for reaction; gets none. Now…she speaks directly to the audience) Honestly! What a way to treat an old woman! Drag her out of the house…stick her in a car….bring her out here from the city….dump her in a pile of sand…and leave her here to set. I’m eighty-six years old! I was married when I was seventeen. To a farmer. He died when I was thirty. (To the Musician) Will you stop that, please? (The Musician stops playing). I’m a feeble old woman…how do you expect anybody to hear me
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over that peep! Peep! Peep! (to herself) There’s no respect around here. (to the Young Man )There’s no respect around here!
Young Man (smiles ) Hi!
Grandma (continues to the audience) My husband died when I was thirty, and I had to raise that big cow over there (indicates mommy) all by my lonesome. You can imagine what that was like. Lordy! (to the Young Man) Where’d they get you?
Young Man Oh…I’ve been around for a while.
Grandma I’ll bet you have! Heh, heh, heh. Will you look at you!
Young Man (flexing his muscles) Isn’t that something?
Grandma Boy, oh boy; I’ll say. Pretty good.
Young Man (sweetly) I’ll say.
Grandma Where ya from?
Young Man Southern California.
Grandma Figgers; figgers. What’s your name, honey?
Young Man I don’t know…
Grandma (to the audience) Bright, too!
Young Man I mean…I mean, they haven’t given me one yet…the studio…
Grandma (giving him the once-over) You don’t say…you don’t say. Well…uh, I’ve got to talk some more…don’t you go ‘way.
Young Man Oh, no.
Grandma (turning her attention to the audience) Fine; fine. (then back once more to the Young Man) You’re…you’re an actor, huh?
Young Man (beaming) Yes, I am.
Grandma (to audience again) I’m smart that way. Anyhow, I had to raise … that over there all by my lonesome; and what’s next to her there…that’s what she married. Rich? I tell you…money, money, money. They took me off the farm…which was real decent of them…and they moved me into the big town house with them…fixed a nice place for me under the stove…gave me an army blanket…and my own dish…my very own dish! So, what have I got to complain about? Nothing, of course! I’m not complaining. (She looks up at the sky, shouts to someone off stage) Shouldn’t it be getting dark now, dear? (the lights dim; night comes on.
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The musician begins to play; it becomes deepest night. There are spotlights on all the players, including the Young Man, who is, of course, continuing his calisthenics.)
Daddy. It’s nighttime.
Mommy Shhhhh. Be still…wait.
Daddy (whining) It’s so hot.
Mommy Shhhhhhh. Be still….wait.
Grandma (to herself) That’s better. Night. (to the musician) Honey, do you play all through this part? (the musician nods). Well, kept it nice and soft; that’s a good boy. That’s nice.
Daddy (starting) What was that?
Mommy (beginning to weep) It was nothing.
Daddy It was….it was…thunder…or a wave breaking…or something.
Mommy (whispering, through her tears) It was an off-stage rumble,…and you know what that means.
Daddy I forget…
Mommy (barely able to talk) It means the time has come for poor Grandma … and I can’t bear it!
Daddy I…I suppose you’ve got to be brave.
Grandma (mocking) That’s right, kid; be brave. You’ll bear up; you’ll get over it. (offstage: another rumble…louder)
Mommy Ohhhhhhhhhhh…poor Grandma….poor Grandma…
Grandma (to mommy) I’m fine! I’m all right! It hasn’t happened yet! (offstage: violent rumble; all lights go out, save the spot on the young Man; musician stops playing)
Mommy Ohhhhhhhh. . . Ohhhhhhhhhhh……. (silence)
Grandma Don’t put the lights up yet…I’m not ready; I’m not quite ready. (silence) All right, dear…I’m about done. (the lights come up again, to the brightest day; the musician begins to play. Grandma is discovered, still in the sandbox, lying on her side, propped up on an elbow, half covered, busily shoveling sand over herself.)
Grandma (muttering) I don’t know how I’m supposed to do anything with this god-damn toy shovel
Daddy Mommy! It’s daylight!
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Mommy (brightly) It is! Well! Our long night is over. We must put away our tears, take off our mourning…and face the future. It’s our duty.
Grandma (still shoveling; mimicking) …take off our mourning…face the future….Lordy! (Mommy and Daddy rise, stretch. Mommy waves to the Young Man.)
Young Man (with a smile) Hi! (Grandma plays dead. Mommy and daddy go over to look at her; she is little more than half buried in the sand; the toy shovel is in her hands which are crossed on her breast.)
Mommy (before the sandbox; shaking her head) Lovely! It’s….it’s hard to be sad…she looks…so happy. (with pride and conviction) It pays to do things well. (to the Musician) All right, you can stop now, if you want to. I mean, stay around for a swim, or something; it’s all right with us. (she sighs heavily) Well, Daddy…off we go.
Daddy Brave Mommy!
Mommy Brave Daddy! (they exit, stage-left)
Grandma It pays to do things well…Boy, oh boy! (she tries to sit up) … well, kids…I …I can’t get up. I … I can’t move… (The Young Man stops his calisthenics, nods to the Musician, walks over to Grandma, kneels down by the sandbox.)
Grandma I….can’t move….
Young Man Shhhh…be very still….
Grandma I … I can’t move…
Young Man Uh…ma’am; I…I have a line here.
Grandma Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie; you go right ahead.
Young Man I am …uh…
Grandma Take your time, dear.
Young Man I am the Angel of Death. I am…uh…I am come for you.
Grandma What…wha (then, with resignation)…ohhhhh….ohhhhh, I see. (The Young Man bends over, kisses Grandma gently on the forehead.)
Grandma (her eyes closed, her hands folded on her breast again, the shovel between her hands, a sweet smile on her face) Well….that was very nice, dear…
Young Man (still kneeling) Shhhhh…be still….
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Grandma What I meant was…you did that very well, dear…
Young Man (blushing) …oh…
Grandma No; I mean it. You’ve got that….you’ve got a quality.
Young Man (with an endearing smile) Oh…thank you; thank you very much…ma’am.
Grandma (slowly; softly—as the Young Man puts his hands on top of Grandma’s hands) You’re….you’re welcome….dear.
The Musician continues to play as the curtain comes down.
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Works Cited
Albee, Edward. “The Sandbox.” The Bedford Anthology of American Literature, Vol. II. Eds. Susan Belasco and Linck Johnson. New York: Bedford/St. Martin’s, 2008. Print. 1372-1378.
“Edward Albee.” The Bedford Anthology of American Literature, Vol. II. Eds. Susan Belasco and Linck Johnson. New York: Bedford/St. Martin’s, 2008. Print. 1369-1371.
Horn, Barbara Lee. Edward Albee : A Research And Production Sourcebook. Westport, Conn:
Greenwood Publishing Group, 2003. eBook Collection (EBSCOhost). Web.
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Macfarquhar, Larissa. “PASSION PLAYS.” The New Yorker 4 Apr. 2005: 068.
Literature Resource Center. Web. 25 Mar. 2015.
Rocamora, Carol. “Albee sizes up the dark vast: older, wiser and as prolific as ever,
the much-honored playwright still chooses his words with immaculate care.”
American Theatre Jan. 2008: 30+. Literature Resource Center. Web.
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“The Sandbox by Edward Albee.” Cathedral Chapel.org. Cathedral Chapel High School, n.d. Web. 23 Mar. 2015.

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