From an abandoned work Enough Imagination dead imagine Ping Lessness The lost ones (this collection itself is collected in The Complete Short Prose, 1929-1989)
Novels of Samuel Barclay Beckett, Irish writer, include Murphy in 1938 and Malone Dies in 1951; a wider audience know his absurdist plays, such as Waiting for Godot in 1952 and Krapp's Last Tape in 1959, and he won the Nobel Prize of 1969 for literature.
Samuel Barclay Beckett, an avant-garde theater director and poet, lived in France for most of his adult life. He used English and French. His work offers a bleak, tragicomic outlook on human nature, often coupled with black gallows humor.
People regard most influence of Samuel Barclay Beckett of the 20th century. James Augustine Aloysius Joyce strongly influenced him, whom people consider as one modernist. People sometimes consider him as an inspiration to many later first postmodernists. He is one of the key in what Martin Esslin called the "theater of the absurd". His later career worked with increasing minimalism.
People awarded Samuel Barclay Beckett "for his writing, which—in new forms for the novel and drama—in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation".
In 1984, people elected Samuel Barclay Bennett as Saoi of Aosdána.
Of all the writers I've encountered, perhaps Beckett has the most adverse effect on my consciousness. I have been depressed before and will be again, and Beckett echoes the sort of hazy existential horror of that state. He's not fun to read, but his work is unmistakably powerful. Would I appreciate the strangling dread of these prose pieces more were I in a fouler mood, or would they plunge me further into isolated misery? That kind of question makes me reflect on the danger of the endeavor. His prose is intensely quieting. A reminder of half-remembered feverish nightmares. I can say nothing about it.
The architecture of the human mind verging on OCD <3
These residua are in short Beckett's obsessions, variations, permutations, equations, presented in a somewhat purified form. The syntax of the English/French language is mercilessly turned upside-down so as to give form to the syntax of the mind, to its dissonance and its occasional violence. Insufferable at times in its all complexity, but very intricate, especially if you are already familiar with some of Beckett's work. I guess one might even say that this is a pleasurable read for all keen fans of Beckett's.
Also, don't be fooled by the number of pages. This collection requires time and concentration.
thanks to a book buying orgy in Shakespeare and Co. inspired by a visit to the Patti Smith exhibition at Fondation Cartier, Paris I am now revelling in Les Depeuples. Choreography? ART ART ART!!!