The American dream-cum-nightmare drives the protagonist of this play straight into the ground. Literally. Why do ecocritics care? The only thing that Willy Loman can think to do to keep from going completely bonkers is to plant a garden.
We're wondering: How does the idea of Willy growing his own food relate to his dementia at the end of this play? And how might Miller's critique of American capitalism expand environmentalist notions of the wilderness as a spiritual necessity?