ABSTRACT
I used to truly believe in myself as a playwright. There were various people who said to me in my early days, “Your plays are not good,” and I fought with them. The great Martin Esslin, who invented the phrase, “theatre of the absurd” — an important intellectual of the theatre — attacked me, saying my plays were rubbish. I fought back. I argued. I said, “No, you’re just not getting it and some day everyone will recognize that they’re good.” Now I would just say that I have no idea; maybe they’re good, maybe they’re absolutely worthless. I really don’t know.
