Whimsical and verging on the ridiculous, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead is a work of sheer and utter brilliance. From the very first page, it overflows with ramblings and thoughts about life, death, probabilities, and various other things of importance.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (and they must always be Rosencrantz and Guildenstern--there is not a single moment in the play in which the two are apart) are a dynamic duo of interesting characters. Though initially nonsensical, their conversations with each other sometimes lead to profound statements.

I'll be honest, for the first few pages, I was taken aback by the utter ridiculousness of the play. It seemed to me entirely intelligible and worthless. This is what Rosencrantz and Guildenstern was doing while they were out of the scope of the play? Doing absolutely nothing?

Then, that's when it hit me: that's the whole point.

Honestly a work of pure genius, this is a must-read.