Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable

Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable

Samuel Beckett / Nov 25, 2020

Molloy Malone Dies The Unnamable The first novel of Samuel Beckett s mordant and exhilirating midcentury trilogy intoduces us to Molloy who has been mysteriously incarcerated and who subsequently escapes to go discover the whereabo

  • Title: Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable
  • Author: Samuel Beckett
  • ISBN: 9780375400704
  • Page: 314
  • Format: Hardcover
  • The first novel of Samuel Beckett s mordant and exhilirating midcentury trilogy intoduces us to Molloy, who has been mysteriously incarcerated, and who subsequently escapes to go discover the whereabouts of his mother In the latter part of this curious masterwork, a certain Jacques Moran is deputized by anonymous authorities to search for the aforementioned Molloy In theThe first novel of Samuel Beckett s mordant and exhilirating midcentury trilogy intoduces us to Molloy, who has been mysteriously incarcerated, and who subsequently escapes to go discover the whereabouts of his mother In the latter part of this curious masterwork, a certain Jacques Moran is deputized by anonymous authorities to search for the aforementioned Molloy In the trilogy s second novel, Malone, who might or might not be Molloy himself, addresses us with his ruminations while in the act of dying The third novel consists of the fragmented monologue delivered, like the monologues of the previous novels, in a mournful rhetoric that possesses the utmost splendor and beauty of what might or might not an armless and legless creature living in an urn outside an eating house Taken together, these three novels represent the high water mark of the literary movement we call Modernism Within their linguistic terrain, where stories are taken up, broken off, and taken up again, where voices rise and crumble and are resurrected, we can discern the essential lineaments of our modern condition, and encounter an awesome vision, tragic yet always compelling and always mysteriously invigorating, of consciousness trapped and struggling inside the boundaries of nature.

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      • Samuel Beckett

        Samuel Barclay Beckett was an Irish avant garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, and poet, who lived in France for most of his adult life He wrote in both English and French His work offers a bleak, tragicomic outlook on human nature, often coupled with black comedy and gallows humour.Beckett is widely regarded as among the most influential writers of the 20th century Strongly influenced by James Joyce, he is considered one of the last modernists As an inspiration to many later writers, he is also sometimes considered one of the first postmodernists He is one of the key writers in what Martin Esslin called the Theatre of the Absurd His work became increasingly minimalist in his later career.Beckett was awarded the 1969 Nobel Prize in Literature for his writing, which in new forms for the novel and drama in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation He was elected Saoi of Aosd na in 1984.


    1. Reading Beckett is not easy, since on the surface he seems to be talking of that which is rationally non existent, which doesn’t exist anywhere but perhaps in the subconscious of a mind; a mind which is set on the path of self exploration. An exploration, which is not merely to find a place, a balance with the world but rather to understand why is it that nothing makes sense or rather why “nothing” makes “perfect sense”. Can one live with this perception of nothingness and senselessnes [...]

    2. A venomous spate of reviewer’s block has rendered me incapable of forming opinions on all novels over the last few months. So I will keep this simple. I am now a Beckett convert. The prose! The prose! Samuel, O Samuel. It has taken me some time to backslide into the charms of hardcore modernism (so accustomed to pomo as I was), but this threesome of existential novels that interrogate the thing of narrative itself (and thing of life itself) has opened me up to the power of that movement (perch [...]

    3. I once recommended Molloy to a boyfriend by saying it was one of the funniest books I'd ever read. I gave him my copy of the trilogy, and he made it about thirty pages. -I really don't see what's supposed to be funny, he said.-Well, I actually underlined the lines that made me laugh, I said-Is that what that is? I had no ideaMy ex was an intelligent person; he had a vast knowledge of art history and fairly broad taste in books, but I fear he was hopelessly in love with beauty, health, youth. He [...]

    4. Well slap me and call me Susan. Or was it Sarah? Edgar? I don’t know. No matter.I could simply leave this as my review and summary of Beckett’s trilogy of nothingness, but in the spirit of Beckett himself, “I’ll go on.” Wow. Just…. yeah, wow. I’ve never read anything like this. Parts of The Unnamable at the end drift into what I call “literature of the black speech,” which like Leautreamont and Kafka, end up like being some evil incantation in which reading is reciting; there [...]

    5. Getting through this loosely-related trilogy of short novels was one of the hardest reading experiences I've ever had, and I'm not exactly sure if I enjoyed it, or even knew what Beckett was getting at half the time. My interest level throughout was all over the place, as the below graphic demonstrates:Reading this was similar to reading Proust -- I had to be absolutely ON while reading, or I'd lose the train of thought, and have to re-read paragraphs. And when there are literally 80+ page segme [...]

    6. I read all the three novels and I have a copy of this book. So, I might as well add it as a read book and add a point in my ' 2014 Reading Challenge. I liked all the three novels. Reading Beckett is totally like a different experience. I have been reading a lot and a couple of weeks back my eyes would just cry for not reason at all. The doctor and my wife both said that I am abusing my eyes by working (I am a workaholic) and reading (I am a bookaholic). So my eyes are oftentimes dry and so they [...]

    7. Beckett definitely gets 5 stars from me, but he's not for everyone. Nor is he for every mood - this book sat on my shelf for years before I found myself in the right place to give it a read. But once I began Molloy and realized I was feeling it, it shot to the top of my "most brilliant and personally influential reads" list. I actually cried when I was reading it because I thought it was so great, and I think about it pretty much every day. Yes, i am a huge dork. I don't think I'm as cynical or [...]

    8. The human Self is not an unvarying thing, not a single unity. It is a synthetic whole, a synthesis synthesizing itself from disjoint elements of perception, body, state of mind, self-consciousness. The synthesis is effected by the continuity of memory and action, by transcendental apperception of self, by one’s conscious idea of oneself, by reification in the gaze of the Other, and by a unifying conceptual framework, both one’s own and that of the social whole. In his trilogy, Beckett examin [...]

    9. Mind-bending, breathless prose unlike anything else. Beckett's fascinating, disturbing, exhausting and droll depiction of consciousness—stripped of all outside contact and reference points by the time we stumble, benumbed, into The Unnamable—will definitely not appeal to everyone, but I found it hypnotic; even the third book, which friends (fans of the first two) had said was unreadable, drew me in with its relentless hyper-babble and I can't go on, I'll go on iterations.There's plenty of lo [...]

    10. This book is bigger than me. I still plan on devoting a week to going back over it and give it my best shot at doing it some justice. A seance invoking the spirit of Beckett is not out of the question.

    11. Crazy. There's really nothing else like this. Just read the first section of Molloy in one uninterrupted sitting if it is possible.

    12. 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 signings, broken computers, early-morning and late-evening meetings, social calls and looming deadlines, raced past my throbbing head. In the far distance, receding all the time, I could just make out the [...]

    13. 1. MOLLOY *****Nella stanza che fu di sua madre, Molloy, un vecchio ormai senza più le gambe, guercio da un occhio e con molte rotelle fuori posto, scrive senza sosta, come un fiume in piena riversa sulle pagine quello che ricorda, o che crede di ricordare, o che vuole a modo suo ricordare del viaggio intrapreso nell'ultimo anno per arrivare a casa della madre (con cui aveva una questione da sistemare). Questo viaggio durato circa un anno, Molloy l'ha condotto entro i confini di una contea gran [...]

    14. Beckett writes from the edge. The voices (and they seem more like voices then characters) that narrate these books are those of wretches occupying some dying twilight world of their own dwindling consciousness, faced with their own immanent dissolution. They are literally just on this side of aphasia and death. The prose in each of these is singular. You could recognize one of Beckett's sentences in a heartbeat. There is, to my knowledge, just no one else who writes like this, or who would want [...]

    15. I read this on a long train trip from Chicago to Salt Lake City and back several years ago. It was an excruciating read, difficult, a real grind. When I finished, I felt that I had read a masterpiece of literature (I had!), but the experience was so painful that I only gave it four stars. Now, after I skim it again, the images and experience comes back in a flood, but with only a modicum of the pain. It's an incredible, exhilirating feeling, tinged with a very slight pinch. What an incredible pi [...]

    16. Language is a real son of a bitch. On the one hand, it's an essential part of human communication, the most common way we use to get our emotions and experiences across. Yes, there's much to be said for a visual approach, but even paintings and sculptures can be boiled down to words: in fact, there are plenty among us who dislike pieces of visual art because they don't appear to convey anything that can't also be conveyed by words. In fact, language (along, of course, with technology, but some c [...]

    17. Each of these novels deserves its own review but there are two highly-distracting birds flying back and forth around the Columbus airport right now, and anyway the plain fact is that Beckett's human or post-human or pre-human comedy wants to be read as a single, prolonged descent. Except that the terminal station was reached with Watt, a book that pushes its audience's tolerance far further than these three. So why the pullback? Why return to Purgatory, as if Beatrice and the flower-drain of cir [...]

    18. "Nothing is more real than nothing."These novels are different from Beckett's shorts, which I personally liked more. There is no old-style plot in any of them. Somehow, this is exactly what gave Beckett recognition. What we get here is accounts of long interior monologues of three highly miserable and unreliable characters. Also the narrator in all three is physically challenged due to different reasons (injury, old age and deformity) and also probably mentally challenged. There are hardly any l [...]

    19. (actually, i'm not reading it, but re-reading it) This trilogy is really the heart of Beckett's writing. Nearly everything he ever wrote is coded in these three novels. You can see the seeds of all the plays and the short prose in here - but in this case, it's expressed in a longer narrative, where he takes his time playing and cloying with the ideas of narrative, tearing those ideas apart as he goes along. I think this is his greatest achievement, and I'm a huge fan of the plays and the other w [...]

    20. This is your brain on drugspopsugar/love/photo-gaThis is my brain on BeckettPlate from “Essai d’Anatomie” produced by Gautier D’Agoty in 1745, ParisUpon reading the last pages, sentences, wordsis is Beckett."Lifeblood" by Diana Debord, photography

    21. Stream of consciousness series with less plot and more depression toward its conclusion. I wanted to read this because as a younger man I really liked Waiting for Godot.

    22. I read this alongside an audio version, which greatly enhanced many aspects of the work.“The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never” (Unnamable, 331-332)Life, movement, and inqu [...]

    23. well. i read it: long 2 flights, airport time between, only made it seem longer. i wanted to like it, blurbs on the copy sounded promising, i have enjoyed his plays, i was ready to do without the usual furnishings of fiction, you know, plot, character, place. maybe i am just not ready to find the humor said to be embedded in the long, long, long, pointlessness of these books. one laugh, after he discards the chewing stones… this is not enough to enjoy it. i tried to like it, but since then i h [...]

    24. the reason all the philosophers/ academics are obsessed with beckett is because he perfectly describes their pathetic, obsessive, plotless existence. this was the most boring set of novels i have ever read in my life. i hate novels about people's thoughts, this was 100 times worse. i tried so fucking hard to finish the unnamable but felt like pinning my tongue to a light fixture and hanging myself would have been a better idea._______in other words, beckett did too good of a job with his stories [...]

    25. “When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.”A life of an individual is an incessant running on the spot – wherever one goes there’s no destination.The greatest trilogy by by Samuel Beckett - the wisdom is hidden under the mask of feeblemindedness and senility.

    26. In his trilogy, Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable, Samuel Beckett explores the frailty of existence. Samuel BeckettIn the first novel, the unreliable narrator recounts his decline but through the monologue, the reader learns not so much his past as declining state of mind. From his phrases and sentences, we realize how far he has departed from reality and how little we can trust his words. And even Molloy couldn't trust his recollection of events and his perception of world. In the second part [...]

    27. These go swiftly downhill. Molloy is by far the best, and I would actually recommend it. It's consistently funny and entertainingly weird. Malone Dies becomes tedious, but still has some wit about it. The Unnamable (I recognize this is by now a very old pun) is nigh unreadable. It drones on, repeating the same thoughts in pretty much the same words, for so long that you start to consider dropping whatever class you're reading it for (if it's not for class, you don't get that far in before you st [...]

    28. Samuel Beckett's writing hints at a growing storm cloud, at a force that builds up underneath the surface. What starts out as word play quickly erupts into a bastardizing of the English language. And like a storm cloud, his writing carries with it an ominous quality. What Beckett does so well is present a nightmare vision of what it means to be alive, with all the mundane consequences that accompany it. His characters exude strong pathos that allows us to sense the nightmare they are borne into. [...]

    29. Recipe for this book:Ingredients:1 x "Play," peeled and separated1 x "Waiting for Godot," optimism removed 1 x "Endgame," Separate Nell and Nagg from Hamm and Clov 1 x "Happy Days," stripped of humanist overtones1 x "Krapp's Last Tape," tape replaced by pencli1 x "Rough for Theatre I" 1 x "Not I," interrogator removed~5 x new miserable charactersInstructions:Malloy: Blend 1/2 "Rough for Theatre," Nell and Nagg from Endgame," "Happy Days," and "Waiting for Godot." Set aside.Malone Dies: Whip "Kra [...]

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