Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable

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 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

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

[Reading] ➸ Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable By Samuel Beckett –
  • Hardcover
  • 512 pages
  • Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable
  • Samuel Beckett
  • English
  • 10 December 2019
  • 9780375400704

10 thoughts on “Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable

  1. says:

    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 senselessness while still carrying a rational mind or is one in the danger of drifting away, as they say, with the flow of unrestrained thoughts Surely, Beckett doesn t answer that Suffering from an acute depression almost throughout his adult life, Sam s writing is an expression of his deep state of melancholy As a reader, you are a witness to his feelings of extreme despair If you don t keep a check and if you have, at any point in life, been plagued by hopelessness, you may find yourself moving towards a state where nothingness seems to prevail Is it a warning Perhaps yes One needs to be cautious while reading him, specially this trilogy It shakes one up inside out to grasp the undeniable notion of the ultimate reality, to come face to face with it and let its voice enter inside you a voice, which is constantly speaking to you, even if you are trying your best to ignore it Is the experience fearful I would say, no It isn t It is just coming to terms with the inevitable But then question is, why such a difficult prose a prose where there seems to be no definite start and no explicit end, which seems like a babbling of a disturbed mind than a rational approach The answer for me is well Sam s writing is concentrated on the illustration of the idea of absurdism, as is apparent in his plays, and the writing here isn t seeking out the reasons for the absurdness but is rather a grave transport of complete resignation a resignation arising from a deep despair which can only culminate into the inescapable that which isn t obviously known It reminded me of the Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus and the famous quote The Struggle itself is enough to fill a man s heart One must imagine Sisyphus happy The delivery of the intended despair wouldn t have the same effect or wouldn t have touched so deeply, if the prose had been but undemanding.The trilogy starts with Molloy, moving on to Malone Dies and finally The Unnameable It seems like a sequence, although there is no explicit reason to believe that Only perhaps the impression of a cycle completed In Molloy, there seems to be a plot, because there seems to be an action, a few characters with whom Molloy connects Though being physically impaired, he is on the move always, in search of his mother This much we know, because he tells us that We know that he comes across a Policeman, and then a woman, whose dog is accidentally killed by Molloy but who still offers to care for him Then there is another character of Moran, in the second part of book, who is on the look out of Molloy He ventures out in his search with his son Through a monologue by Moran, we are told about how the days are spent in search, how Moran seems to have killed a man perhaps the same policeman, we don t know and how he also comes across a man, who from the appearance seems Molloy Towards the end of second part you even contemplate whether Molloy and Moran aren t the same persons But it is not important, what holds you is the incessant working of mind, the statements stated with a complete submission For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker It is then the true division begins, of twenty two by seven for example, and the pages fill with the true ciphers at last In Malone Dies, Malone is awaiting his death His movement is restricted as he is bedridden He appears to be living in an asylum To pass his time, he tells himself stories The drivel which is carried on, in his mind, is an exercise in keeping himself occupied So I wonder if I should go on, I mean go on drawing up an inventory corresponding perhaps but faintly to the facts, and if I should not rather cut it short and devote myself to some other form of distraction, of less consequence, or simply wait, doing nothing, or counting perhaps, one, two, three and so on, until all danger to myself from myself is past at last But it is the third one in trilogy, i.e The Unnameable, where everything appears so it seems to come together It sweeps you out of your mind Yes, because here we don t know who is talking to us, it may be one voice or another and it may switch places It can be Molloy, Malone, Murphy or Moran or still, one who is not known, hence, unnameable Could it be someone who s been always there, from the very beginning the beginning of times Someone who has witnessed the coming and going birth and death of the likes of Molloys and Malones This voice undoubtedly suggests this But from where is it talking, i.e if it is talking The origin of the voice can be ascribed different places It can be a grave, a place like heaven or hell, or it can be something in between, possibly inside a man, waiting to be released But it certainly is coming after a death death perhaps of Malone or Molloy, we don t know that It witnesses the passing of both of them on an interval, but we don t know if the interval is regular Now look at a quote from Molloy And I, what was I doing there, and why come These are things that we shall try and discover But these are things we must not take seriously There is a little of everything, apparently, in nature, and freaks are common And I am perhaps confusing several different occasions, and different times, deep down, and deep down is my dwelling, oh not deepest down somewhere between the mud and the scum And this one from Malone Dies Yes, those were the days, quick to night and well beguiled with the search for warmth and reasonably edible scraps And you imagine it will be so till the end But suddenly all begins to rage and roar again, you are lost in forests of high threshing ferns or whirled far out on the face of wind swept wastes, till you begin to wonder if you have not died without knowing and gone to hell or been born again I wonder whether Beckett wrote these books one at a time or was he writing the three of them simultaneously Molloy passes and then Malone passes too, both unaware of some other presence, which witnesses their passing and seems to be always there, a consciousness turned into a voice, perhaps waiting for its birth too I also wondered whether Sam has tried to incorporate the concept of rebirth i.e the birth cycle from Hindu philosophy, where a soul is consciousness and which never dies but is in the process of being born and dying as in a cycle I hope this preamble will soon come to an end and the statement begin that will dispose of me Unfortunately I am afraid as always of going on For to go on means going from here, means finding me, losing me, vanishing and beginning again a stranger first, then little by little the same as always in another place, where I shall say I have always been, of which I shall know nothing being incapable of seeing, moving, thinking, speaking but of which little by little in spite of these handicaps I shall begin to know something just enough for it to turn out to be the same place as always, the same which seems made for me and does not want me, which I seem to want and do not want take your choice , which spews me out or swallows me up I ll never know There were some quotes which I felt related For example, Beckett says My master There is a vein I must not lose sight of But for the moment my concern. but before I forget there may be than one, a whole college of tyrants, differing in their views as to what should be done with me, in conclave since time began or a little later, listening to me from time to time, then breaking up for a meal or a game of cards Doesn t it seem like waiting for the judgement before being born again Beckett also employs humor here to express his disdain with God He takes a few quips before arriving at conclusion that perhaps, He too, is working under some compulsion, that He is bound to do what He is supposed to be doing Hence, He is not to be blamed The end of the work is completely overwhelming, leaving one dazzled, as the writing reaches its culmination, asserting the need to go on, as there is but nothing else to be done, to be understood The voice which may or may not belong to a man, the consciousness which may exist anywhere, anyplace, is subjected to the unfathomable because nothing is in one s hands, neither the birth nor the death, so while one may find it impossible to move on, for there is no purpose in moving, one has to move on In the words of Albert Camus Opening oneself to the benign indifference of the Universe one must go on You must go on.I can t go on.I ll go on.

  2. says:

    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 perchance because these novels, esp in the self referential The Unnameable paved the pomo path On the whole, I prefer not to make the same remarks as countless millions of Beckett lovers have made before, so I will limit this to ecstatic superlatives Molloy hilarious, surreal, fucking brilliant prose, infinitely re readable, fabulous Malone Dies darker, baffling, hilarious, fucking brilliant prose, infinitely re readable The Unnameable maddening, insane, fucking brilliant prose, enough to leave one squirming on the floor in all manner of priapic fits of pleasure and pain The prose, the prose Samuel, O Samuel

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    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 just couldn t understand why a book like Molloy should exist.Beckett s art is often discussed as a formal reaction to Joyce and other modernists While that s a valid approach, for me Beckett reads like a fairly straightforward realist I ve worked as a caregiver and companion to the dying I ve lived with tramps and homeless men, and visited prisons and mental hospitals Absurdity is not a literary invention Beckett writes about the shadow side of human existence, and does so with noble fidelity And while death can never be experienced in the first person, the trilogy pushes about as far in that direction as can possibly be done Perhaps I should add that if you don t think Molloy s funny it s unlikely the next two books will cheer you up much Just as Beckett s narrator grows less and less mobile, his language hollows out, shedding the delightful icky wit of the first volume 3 22 16Seeing things in the world that make me think of Beckett The other day I was biking home when I noticed a man walking in circles in the middle of a busy intersection Cars kept having to swerve to avoid hitting him I joined the small crowd of pedestrians that had gathered on the sidewalk We called out to the man, Come here come here Sometimes he d look at us, take a step in our direction, but then jerk erratically back to the street A man in his forties His eyes were glassy, a layer of sweat glistening on his face After about ten minutes a cop car rolled up To his credit, the officer really did an excellent job controlling the situation Without using force, the cop was able to get the man to come to him, out of harm s way And then the man finally spoke, and all he could say was, I m scared It occurred to me that while other writers might do a fine job describing the scene, or even recreating the man s life, no one but Beckett could really touch the depths contained in that simple I m scared 3 27 16 Easter and, it so happens, the birthday of my nephew, who s now six months old, and while far from grotesque, quite the opposite in fact, at the moment his claim to personhood is somewhat inchoate or liminal, so perhaps it s not such a stretch to see him as a Beckett like character or maybe the subject of one of Beckett s inimitable philosophical investigations this being the third time I ve read the trilogy all the way through from start to finish My awe undiminished Beckett s masterpiece and certainly one of the books of my life My first encounter was nearly 15 years ago, as a teenager who d recently stopped believing in god I could be cocky and defiant in my atheism, but was also prone to fits of depression I d look to books for solace Beckett fascinated me I was always able to appreciate his humor, but he could also be too extreme for my delicate temperament When I read the trilogy it often felt like I was being taunted Ha, see how ugly and meaningless it all is, this is what it s like to live in a godless worldPerhaps I m stronger now, or else lucid in my frailty It s still painful reading at times, particularly the last 50 or so pages of the Unnameable the most intense, suffocating, feces smearing scream in literature, I m glad that doesn t go on for too much longer, but I m also grateful something so singular exists Beckett s tone no longer strikes me as at all mocking or superior There s no denying all the filth and despair on display here, but in the depths there are also strange moments of tenderness, as between Moran and his son or Moll and Macmann I now see the trilogy as an act of solidarity with the cowardly, weak, wretched, incontinent, and insane all of us, in the long run.Yes, I know they are words, there was a time time I didn t, as I still don t know if they are mine Their hopes are therefore founded In their shoes I d be content with my knowing what I know, I d demand no of me than to know that what I hear is not the innocent and necessary sound of dumb things constrained to endure, but the terror stricken babble of the condemned to silence Dear goodreads, I m sorry, but I can t resist making a list Here are my ten favorite novels the books I ve lived with for years and hope to keep re reading the rest of my life in alphabetical order by author s name Nightwood by Djuna Barnes Molloy, Malone Dies, and the Unnameable by Samuel BeckettThe Death Of Virgil by Hermann BrochDemons by DostoevkyOur Lady of the Flowers by Jean GenetSomething by Henry James Wings of the Dove, the Golden Bowl, or Portrait of a LadyUnder the Volcano by Malcolm LowrySuttree by Cormac McCarthyA Book of Memories by Peter NadasParallel Stories by Nadas

  4. says:

    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 s no meaning because the lines themselves embody the meaning, which here is nothingness or an attempt to achieve nothingness Needless to say the attempt is a failure YOU WON T BE TAKING THIS ONE TO THE BEACH, KIDDIES.What are we to do with Beckett I read Murphy earlier this year, and enjoyed the holy hell out of it It s Pynchon before the Pynch and better Witty and intellectual and interestingly described and All of those attributes are under totalitarian siege in the trilogy We see from Molloy til the end of The Unnamable a gradual wearing down of thought until it is almost but never quite at its most primal level Beckett s fav authors were Proust and Joyce Both of those dudes wrote looooong books filled with words In an essay, Beckett said Joyce had done all there is to do in transcending the word by use of words I bet he looked at Proust and figured he d done the same with the ability to craft fictive scenarios chock full of characters and setting and furniture and all the rest I guess I ll have to read his monograph Proust to find out Beckett chided Rilke for thinking his case of the fidgets had resulted in him finding God, when they were really just the fidgets So we have an anti transcendentalist, but nonetheless a transcendentalist at heart, sapped of traditional narrative ambition, seeking anti transcendentalism in the absolute breakdown of the narrative psyche For anyone, like me, that believes an author s works constitute a map of the author s mind, the treatise of Beckett s trilogy will be a specter that continues to haunt The Muse herself is revealed for what she is Nothing with a capital N, which is something in itself paradox By the end of the trilogy, Molloy seems not only beautifully written, but copious in plot That s an insane achievement in itself, worthy of the Nobel Prize I agree with Leo Bersani, when he says in his essay Beckett and the End of Literature The open ended novel, ready to receive a rich variety of unpredictable extensions both from the author and his public, tends, as we have seen, to be narrowed into the predictable, excessively determined structures of pathological compulsions in Robbe Grillet s work Beckett s struggle toward unrelieved monotony and total inexpressiveness, on the other hand, has taken on a kind of bizarre heroism given his fantastic talent for stylistic and dramatic diversity Insert anyone you like for Robbe Grillet, be it Pynchon or R.R Martin, or whoever Beckett mastered these guys in his first book it truly is heroic then, albeit in a brutal kind of way, to choose and continually attempt the antithesis of what most writers only dream about achieving.

  5. says:

    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 segments in here without a paragraph break, that becomes an ordeal Sometimes I would get in the flow mostly during Molloy and the first parts of Malone Dies , but other times I would just be reading words without understanding meaning.And honestly, I m not sure I understood much in the way of meaning in general I can get around the fact that there isn t much in the way of plot, characters, traditional storytelling devices, etc Hey, I love the weird stuff But I feel like you have to be in a MOOD to be able to read this Some days, I just couldn t make it happen.Not that there aren t moments where it all came together, and I went A HA GENIUS And it s pretty darn funny in spots, as well But really, what IS all of this What does it MEAN I have no IDEA.Molloy seemed to make the most sense Deconstruction of a typical novel Cool parallels between characters who may be the same person Funny stuff But as the pages went by, I couldn t get anything out of the text, and stopped looking forward to reading it.At any rate, I think I failed Beckett here, and probably should try again in 10 years or so, when I ll hopefully be a better reader.

  6. says:

    Fiziksel varolu un can cehenneme art k s zden m te ekkil bir varolu a merhaba Ters y z etti beni Beckett o ayr ama bir sorunum var Beckett n mizah na ve abs rd karakterlerine al anlar sonras nda ne yap yorlar renebilir miyim

  7. says:

    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 Goodreads 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 cry to lubricate the surface of the eyeballs Now I am using artificial tears brand Tears Naturale to help in the lubrication They the doctor and my wife suggested to refrain from reading too much but what can I do I love reading and I still have the 3rd and 4th volumes of Samuel Beckett s Centenary Collection and the other 2,600 books in my to be read folder all inside my and my wife s bedroom They are my treasured possessions My distraction from the daily travails of living in a rat race kind of life This is one of the best trilogy that I ve read ever Well, it did not topple The Lord of the Rings in the no 1 slot but this trilogy will be something that I will remember maybe forever It is a joy to read The first two have a recognizable plot about some kind of weird bicycle riding boy Molloy 4 stars and the second one has Malone 5 stars who is dying in his cell, thus called Malone Dies but writing a book about a boy Macmann who like Molloy goes around and meets all interesting people and does a variety of weird stuff only Beckett would imagine My only concern is book 3, The Unnameable 3 stars because it just appeared as an afterthought of Molloy, Malone and all the other fictional characters that Beckett gave life to in his novels It is just like capping the strong story lines of the first two books with beautiful words that felt like dramatic lamentations of goodbye.If you simply want to distract yourself from reading well defined plots and enjoy the brilliance of a different post modernist prose, go for this trilogy Beckett is like eating in a French restaurant if you are an Asian It s a feast for your eyes and nose Asians have lots of eat all you can restaurants In those, there are so many choices and they will surely fill your tummy to the brim When you go to Paris, however, you will rarely find buffets You ll find artsy restaurant offering small servings of delectable and nicely presented piece of food served on a large white porcelain plate with nice decorations It will also make you feel full but not to the extent that you would like to burp or run to the nearby toilet You will feel some kind of class by paying a lot for a food that filled not your tummy but your other senses.That s Beckett for you.

  8. says:

    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 dry as SB and his antiheroes, but for some reason i really embrace them Malone Dies and the Unnameable do get a bit difficult, but the way I see it, it s just a relief to have some extra material to decompress with after the brilliance of Molloy.

  9. says:

    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 looping and heaving humor etched into the non stop flow, in especial the sequence of the sucking stones and the obsessive ordering of them in the pockets at hand in order to achieve mouth time equality Throughout the course of the three books the body becomes and of an irritating and alienated appendage, eventually to be misplaced and regretted no than the bicycle of Molloy There are also the tantalizing references to an austere and removed God and angelic messengers that send the narrating entities on missions for which the purposes are inscrutable, the means a further fragmentation of the physical from the mental, and the end result a circuitous, tortured route for consciousness to end up back at the starting point, no further enlightened indeed, even confused and stimulating the endless counter measures by the naked soul to repel the nausea and quiet the abhorrence for existence that the pointless eternity of the now engenders.Definitely requires than one reading, perhaps even reversing the order of the novels to experience Molloy s emergence from the echo chambers of the Unnamable, the Beckettian ontic proceeding from the ontological.

  10. says:

    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.

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