Vladimir and Estragon don’t do much in the story; they simply wait and talk about their lives, their issues, and Godot—a mysterious figure who never arrives.
Such is the nature of Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot. Vladimir and Estragon don’t do much in the story; they simply wait and talk about their lives, their issues, and Godot—a mysterious figure who never arrives. Despite the simplicity of this anti-climactic plot, Waiting for Godot houses a number of different interpretations, from being an allegory of the Cold War to being a postmodernist reminiscence of the nothingness of life.