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Indlæser... Three Novels: Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable (original 1951; udgave 2009)af Samuel Beckett (Forfatter)
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Bliv medlem af LibraryThing for at finde ud af, om du vil kunne lide denne bog. Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog. It's difficult for me to write about this one. When I was a young undergraduate, Beckett's work hit me like a sandbag between the eyes, and this trilogy was the ultimate blow. It was like suddenly understanding the *how* of how awful everything was, in my viscera. I never quite recovered from it: I'm not sure whether to thank Samuel Beckett, or curse his memory. Of course you must also understand that, as he's showing you the architecture of wrong-ness, Beckett is also excruciatingly funny. Far beyond 5 stars. What a trilogy of despair & hopelessness this is! Or, at least, that's the way I remember it. After I read this I'd pretty much had enuf of Beckett for awhile. If you've ever wanted to get inside the mind of a hopelessly trapped person.. & then do it again, these 3 novels are for you! I shd really re-read these but, the usual reason not to holds: there're too many things I haven't read yet that my reading time can be better spent on. ingen anmeldelser | tilføj en anmeldelse
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In Samuel Beckett's novel, Molloy, the first sentence states bluntly, “I am in my mother's room.” This is followed on the first page of the novel with the phrase “I don't know” repeated five times, and if you add “I don't understand” and “I've forgotten” you have eight assertions of lack of knowing. How can or should the reader interpret those comments as establishing anything but a high level of uncertainty both about what the narrator (I) is telling us and what the narrator, may or may not, believe about himself and the world around him? Of most interest to this reader is the comment that the narrator would like to “finish dying” and that his mother is dead, although he is not sure exactly when she died.
What is the reader's expectation for the succeeding 167 pages of the novel based on the first page filled with uncertainty and death? There is work mentioned, but the pages he works on are filled with “signs I don't understand”. Can we say the same for ourselves as readers? At best we are left with snippets of possible information about a handful of others (the man who comes every week, they who may or may not have buried his mother, the son that he may or may not have, and the chambermaid without true love, and yet another who was the true love-whose name he has forgotten, repeatedly). As I reread these lines I cannot help but note the humor of the situation. ( )