Amédée creates a comic uproar out of a steadily-growing corpse just outside the bedroom of a middle-class couple. In The new tenant , a man moves furniture into his new apartment. Slowly the articles accumulate until there is no room left. In Victims of duty, the playwright has tried to drown the comic in the tragic, to oppose them in order to reunite them in a new synthesis.

This is the story of a man, a team, and their life and times, as well as a complete record of all their achievements and failures. It logs the financial and personal cost of racing in the prewar and postwar periods. It tells of how the mighty car company Renault became involved with them in the late 1950s, and how Amedee Gordini became known throughout the world as one of the greatest engine tuners of his time.

Three hilarious and provocative plays by the absurdist pioneer who remains “one of the most important and influential figures in the modern theater” (Library Journal). The author of such modern classics as The Bald Soprano, Exit the King, Rhinoceros, and The Chairs, Eugene Ionesco’s plays have become emblematic of Absurdist theatre and the French avant-garde. This essential collection combines The New Tenant with Amédée and Victims of Duty—plays Richard Gilman has called, along with The Killer, Ionesco’s “greatest plays, works of the same solidity, fulness, and permanence as [those of] his predecessors in the dramatic revolution that began with Ibsen and is still going on.” In Amédée, the title character and his wife have a problem—not so much the corpse in their bedroom as the fact that it’s been there for fifteen years and is now growing, slowly but surely crowding them out of their apartment. In The New Tenant, a similar crowding is caused by an excess of furniture—as Harold Hobson said in the London Times, “there is not a dramatist . . . who can make furniture speak as eloquently as Ionesco, and here he makes it the perfect, the terrifying symbol of the deranged mind.” In Victims of Duty, Ionesco parodies the conformity of modern life by plunging his characters into an obscure search for “mallot with a t.”