![]() Listen to Knowlson's recollections of Samuel Beckett and the writing ofĭamned to Fame.2007Īccess to some of the pages of the Times requires registration.īy James Knowlson (1996), authorized by Beckett.Yet his musical cadences, his wrought and precise sentences,Ĭannot help but stave off the void. Lowers, amid God’s paucity, not his plenty, can the core of the human conditionīe approached. He seems to say that only there and then, as metabolism Men and women at the end of their tether, past pose or pretense, past claim Is sui generis.He has given a voice to the decrepit and maimed and inarticulate, Well, I’ll buy his goods, hook, line and sinker, because he leaves no stone Give a bollock whether I buy or not - he hasn’t got his hand over his heart. Of breadcrumbs, he’s not selling me anything I don’t want to buy - he doesn’t Me about, he’s not leading me up any garden path, he’s not slipping meĪ wink, he’s not flogging me a remedy or a path or a revelation or a basinful He grinds my nose in the shit the more I am grateful to him. He is the most courageous, remorseless writer going and the more Tracts, dogmas, creeds, ways out, truths, answers, nothing from the bargainīasement. The farther he goes the more good it does me. ![]()
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