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Read, Pig!

Once I saw the title, Think, Pig! I had to have Jean-Michel Rabaté’s book, published last year by Fordham University Press.

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The Letters of Samuel Beckett, Volume II

…. being in [the world] discourages you from talking about it and not being in it disqualifies you from talking about it. —Samuel Beckett to Georges Duthuit, March 2, 1949 (p 131) I am no longer capable of writing in … Continue reading

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The Letters of Samuel Beckett, Volume III

Holes in paper open and take me fathoms from anywhere. —Samuel Beckett to Nancy Cunard, January 26, 1959 (p 193) The late 1940’s are often singled out as a peak in Samuel Beckett’s writing life. Indeed, that’s when he produced … Continue reading

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The Letters of Samuel Beckett, Volume IV

We shall never any of us know what we are worth, and it is the last question we should be asking. —Samuel Beckett to Robert Pinget, May 24, 1966 (p 30) On the 25th of November 1981, in thanking a … Continue reading

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Beckett’s Labyrinth

The Minotaur, not Narcissus, presides over the birth of art —Rosalind Krauss Patrick Bowles records a conversation he had with Samuel Beckett while the two were working on the English translation of Molloy. Bowles had shared a quotation from Blanchot: … Continue reading

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Out of the Shadows with Maldoror

Parle, et, puisque, d’après tes vœux les plus chers, l’on ne souffrirait pas, dis en quoi consisterait alors la vertu, idéal que chacun s’efforce d’atteindre, si ta langue est faite comme celle des autres hommes. —Lautréamont, Les Chants de Maldoror … Continue reading

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Beckett’s Doubles

No doubt about it. There were two of them —Chris Tysh, Molloy: The Flip Side Hear the unbearable voices bloodily erupting out of Mouth, trace the dark and dismal death of Malone, cross the checkerboard landscape of Watt, the desolate … Continue reading

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