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1915-2005
Let you look sometimes for the goodness in me, and judge me not.
Biography
Arthur Miller was born in Manhattan, New York
City, in 1915.
University of Michigan for Journalism and English.
On Aug 5th 1940 he married his college sweetheart,
Mary Slattery.
Miller was exempted from military service during
WWII because of a high-school football injury to his
left kneecap.
Miller “the man who had all the luck”
Married Marilyn Monroe in 1956
Divorced in 1961
Miller married photographer Inge Morath 1962
Had two children
Their son Daniel was born with down syndrome and
was consequently institutionalized and excluded
from the Millers' personal life at Miller's insistence.
Broadway successes
1947 All My Sons
Won Drama Critic's award for Best Play
1949 Death of A Salesman
Won the Pulitzer Prize
1953 The Crucible
Not successful at first, but later became his most
produced play
He also wrote…
This play is not history in the sense in which the word is used
by the academic historian.
However, I believe that the reader will discover here the
essential nature of one of the strangest and most awful
chapters in human history. The fate of each character is
exactly that of his historical model, and there is no one in the
drama who did not play a similar-and in some cases exactly
the same-role in history.
As for the characters of the persons, little is known about
most of them except what may be surmised from a few
letters, the trial record, certain broadsides written at the time,
and references to their conduct in sources of varying
reliability. (note on transcript comment about Abigail)
A Crucible cru-ci-ble n.
A container made of a substance that can
resist great heat, for melting, fusing or
calcining ores metals, etc.
The hollow at the bottom of an ore furnace,
where the molten metal collects
A severe test or trial
The Crucible
Named after the red flag of the USSR (now Russia), the
“Reds” were seen as a threat to the democracy of the United
States.
You did it; it’s your fault; their questions seem to say. And they won’t let you
go until you make up for it in some way. So you tell them about your friend
who’s never home on Tuesday nights, or anyone you know who’s been
acting a little odd the last few weeks. You name names, and they let you go.
And afterward no one wants anything to do with you. You were called in to
testify, there had to be a reason. You must be a Communist, or at least have
been working for them. You lose your friends, your job, sometimes even your
family.