معنا باختگی و تئاتر ابزورد : انسانی سرگشته در جهانی بی رحم هبوط واقعی انسان نه در عدن، بلکه در قرن ما رخ داده است.بعد از انباشت بیش از حد تاریخ،ما معصومیت لازم برای اعتقاد به هرگونه توجیه بیشتر را از دست داده ایم.تنها قطعیاتی که مانده اند،جعلی بودن همه ساختارهای تفسیری و غیرقابل فهم بودن اساسی تج...
On MolloyWow, what happened to the past two weeks? The last thing I remember it was two Sundays ago and I was thinking to myself, "Huh, the next few days will be pretty bus—" and the next thing I knew I was waking up in a ditch by the metaphorical tracks while a bullet train composed of book sig...
I am somewhat tempted, at the risk of being highly pretentious, to right a Beckett-style to review to this Beckett compendium. Fortunately, I'm not sure I really have the knack, thus sparing me from the absurdity.I have given this two stars. I'm not sure why because I absolutely love Beckett, des...
My recent reading of Beckett's plays included Happy Days, Embers, and Not I, the last two of which are included in this excellent collection of his shorter plays. The length of these plays does not diminish their brilliance or depth of meaning.In these short plays Beckett focused even more tightl...
Someone once told me, “You don’t fuck with Beckett.” I agree. You don’t. You can’t. He is irrefutably one of the great geniuses of the Twentieth century. His words have become legend. ‘Waiting for Godot’ has become the vision of an entire age. ‘Endgame’ bashes our fears of our eventual ends in ou...
The End / The Expelled / The Calmative/ First Love: These four novellas, though their sizes are more like short stories and they read as poetry, were written in 1946. They were originally written in French and later translated into English by the author and Richard Seaver.My psyche was gripped in...
Even though these works are comparatively slight, I think my first reading of this volume was too breezy; nevertheless, "Whoroscope" yielded one of my most beloved phrases (and apparently most infuriating in-jokes): "In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. / Shall I swallow cave-pha...
This is a very hard book to review as there isn't really a plot or rather the plot is un-summarisable. Basically this book is stream of consciousness meets poetry written in a couple of un-punctuated sentences at a time. Sometimes these thoughts are linear although often they aren't, some of the ...
I’ve never known a review to have had so many false starts. I finished Mercier et Camier a month ago and was full of ideas for the review, some of which I scribbled in the back of the book. Then I went on a trip and the book was left behind along with the ideas. I set about writing the review aga...
بی نظیر و عجیب!بخش‌هایی از متن:"تا وقتی کلمات می‌آیند،چیزی تغییر نخواهد کرد،باز کلمات قدیمی بیرون زده اند.حرف زدن، چیز دیگری نیست،حرف زدن،خود را خالی کردن،اینجا مثل همیشه،چیز دیگری نیست.اما دارند بند می آیند،درست است، تغییر همین است، دارند بند می آیند،بد است،بد. با ترس از به انتها رسیدن، از اینکه...
“You’re on earth, there’s no cure for that!”After reading "Endgame" once, my initial reaction was that the play seemed to be the basis for every Beckettian cliche that is all-too-familiar to contemporary readers (see Durang's "The Actor's Nightmare"). Haggard figures, speaking in stilted dark poe...
Young people and what to do about them was one of the great issues for middle class America in the sixties. Containment was one of the answers. My hometown, Park Ridge, had had a number of youth centers, but all had closed when I dropped out of Grinnell for the 1971-72 school year.Two of us put...
“[Beckett] is a serious writer with something serious to say about the human condition: and therefore one of the dozen or so writers those who are concerned with modern man in search of his soul should read.”—Stephen Spender, The New York Times Renowned Beckett scholar Ruby Cohn has selected som...
Note: I only read Rockaby, as I actually read a compilation of Not I/Footfalls/Rockaby.All three plays were not clear, but the message gets through even though you aren't completely clear on what exactly happened. I watched the plays before reading them, which was slightly confusing, since the mo...
Samuel Beckett's "high energy and boisterously libidinous"(Booklist) first novel--a wonderfully savory introduction to the NobelPrize-winning author during this centenary year.Written in the summer of 1932, when the 26-year-old Beckett was poor andstruggling, Dream of Fair to middling Women offer...
I love Beckett. So this is a biased review.His genius was form. I think he basically told the same story repeatedly -- the meaningless of existence -- but he told that story in different forms and changed theatre. On par with Brecht. I see now from these small plays that radio and film and tel...
It was as a poet that Samuel Beckett launched himself in the little reviews of 1930s Paris, and as a poet that he ended his career. This new selection, from Whoroscope (1930) to 'what is the word' (1988), describes a lifetime's arc of writing. It was as a poet moreover that Beckett made his first...
. . but the clouds . . ., A Piece of Monologue, Rockaby, Ohio Impromptu, Quad, Catastrophe, Nacht and Träume, What Where) The Complete Short Prose: 1929–1989, edited by S. E. Gontarski (Assumption, Sedendo et Quiescendo, Text, A Case in a Thousand, First Love, The Expelled, The Calmati...
Very erect, facing front, hands clasped in laps. Silence. VI Ru. RU Yes. VI Flo. FLO Yes. VI When did we three last meet? RU Let us not speak.[Silence.Exit Vi right.Silence.] FLO Ru. RU Yes. FLO What do you think of Vi? RU I see little change. [Flo moves to centre seat, whispers in Ru’s ear. Appa...
1906 13 April Samuel Beckett [Samuel Barclay Beckett] born in ‘Cooldrinagh’, a house in Foxrock, a village south of Dublin, on Good Friday, the second child of William Beckett and May Beckett, née Roe; he is preceded by a brother, Frank Edward, born 26 July 1902. 1...
Nice fresh morning, bright too early as so often. Feeling really awful, very violent. The sky would soon darken and rain fall and go on falling, all day, till evening. Then blue and sun again a second, then night. Feeling all this, how violent and the kind of day, I stopped and turned. So back wi...
That day, Friday, October the 11th, after many days, Miss Carridge found her bread, it came bobbing back to her in the form of free samples of various sorts, shaving soap, scent, toilet soap, foot salts, bath cubes, dentifrice, deodorants and even depilatories. It is so easy to lose personal fres...
A place, that again. Never another question. A place, then someone in it, that again. Crawl out of the frowsy deathbed and drag it to a place to die in. Out of the door and down the road in the old hat and coat like after the war, no, not that again. Five foot square, six high, no way in, none ou...