My name is Charley and I am an older man living in an apartment complex in New York City in the 1950's.

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Sean Monroe

Actor Analysis- Death of a Salesman

        My name is Charley and I am an older man living in an apartment complex in New York City in the 1950’s.  I am a large man, and this physical trait lends to my immovability as a person; when I set my mind on some task, it’s going to get finished.  I’ve been told that I’m slow of speech and laconic, and I suppose these characteristics fit me well.  I’m rather conservative by nature and I don’t really like radical change but I’m a forgiving and reasonable man who tries to help the people around me as best I can.  This especially applies to my friend Willy Loman who as of late is getting very stressed out.  I do what I can to try to relieve his stress through some late night poker sessions but it just isn’t enough.  I’ve even offered the man a well paying job to get him back on his feet but he’s too damn proud to accept my aid.  But that’s enough about Willy.  The only family I have left in this world is my son Bernard and I’m so very proud of him; he’s making something of himself, he’s going to be big someday, presenting his cases in front of the Supreme Court!  Not only that but he already has a wife who’s given birth to two beautiful boys.  I’m so happy for him.  As to my occupation, I work in the same business I have for most of my adulthood.  By now I’ve risen into a management position pulling in a reasonable salary, easily more than enough for myself.  This essentially means I end up giving Willy at least fifty dollars a week and the man still will not come work for me.  That stubborn pride of his will one day be his downfall.

        Being Bernard’s father, I have come into contact with Willy’s two boys, Happy and Biff, on more than one occasion, as well as his wife Linda.  In fact, even though there is no relation between us, I’ve come to be known as an uncle to the boys, a sort of second father to them.  I’ve seen them come to age along with my boy Bernard and when any one of them succeeds, I can’t help but feel proud.  They’re both good boys, just like Bernard, but I feel Willy pushes them a little too hard.  If he’s not pushing them then he’s not paying them any attention, especially the younger of the two, Happy.  I’m not trying to tell him how to raise his kids, and if Willy ever heard me give advice to him about childrearing he’d go into an almost murderous rage.  I think it would be for the best if I just kept my mouth shut and went along with things.  That’s the way with Willy, you always have to tread carefully when in a conversation with him.  More than one time I’ve tried to have a civil conversation with Willy but he always turns my words around and gets insulted.  After that, he gets very irrational and inconsolable and starts yelling at the top of his lungs; more often than not I end up having to leave his presence.  The poor man, he’s under such stress.  If only he’d let me help him.  But unfortunately Willy’s pride gets in the way of reason; he just can’t see the bigger picture no matter how much I try to point it out to him.

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        His wife Linda’s a good soul, who puts up with all of Willy’s nonsense simply out of love for him.  And she does put up with a lot.  But she endures because Willy and the boys need her, and because she needs them.  She does her best to help Willy in this troublesome time of his life, but he usually ends up pushing her away.  I can feel for her in this respect, I know how hard it can be to try and try to help someone you care about but they just won’t listen.  I like Linda and ...

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