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| Title | : | Molloy (The Trilogy #1) |
| Author | : | Samuel Beckett |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Deluxe Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 241 pages |
| Published | : | January 12th 1994 by Grove Press (first published 1951) |
| Categories | : | Fiction. Classics. European Literature. Irish Literature. Literature. Novels |
Samuel Beckett
Paperback | Pages: 241 pages Rating: 4.06 | 6044 Users | 464 Reviews
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Molloy, the first of the three masterpieces which constitute Samuel Beckett’s famous trilogy, appeared in French in 1951, followed seven months later by Malone Dies (Malone meurt), and two years later by The Unnamable (L’Innommable). Few works of contemporary literature have been so universally acclaimed as central to their time and to our understanding of the human experience.
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| Original Title: | Molloy |
| ISBN: | 0802151361 (ISBN13: 9780802151360) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Series: | The Trilogy #1 |
Rating Based On Books Molloy (The Trilogy #1)
Ratings: 4.06 From 6044 Users | 464 ReviewsCritique Based On Books Molloy (The Trilogy #1)
I had this book with me while at the beach. The beach was cold. It was mid-spring and it was New England. I stood and I looked at the sea. The sea looked grey.First, I put the book in my front-right pants pocket. Then I took it out, transferring it to my right shirt pocket. I then removed it and put it in my left-front pants pocket. I let it sit there for a minute while I measured the waves and then I took it out and again put it into my right-front pants pocket. Then I immediately pulled it"There somewhere man is too, vast conglomerate of all of nature's kingdoms, as lonely and as bound. And in that block the prey is lodged and thinks himself a being apart. Anyone would serve. But I am paid to seek. I arrive, he comes away. His life has been nothing but a waiting for this, to see himself preferred, to fancy himself damned, blessed, to fancy himself everyman, above all others. Warmth, gloom, smells of my bed, such is the effect they sometimes have on me. I get up, go out, and
Fabulous and yet. And yet. It had changed so much since I last read it--nearly 30 years ago, in college. My first Beckett, I believe. Of course the sucking stones. The systems. The incessant rhetorical backtracking, saying and then re-saying, unsaying, noting that saying is saying, that it could be said differently, better, but that it wasn't and will never be. That it is what it is. This was all quite familiar, held in the memory of the words themselves and how they proceeded from one to the
My 14th book in October. Where do they keep going! Sigh. Now, what a predicament I'm in. This book is a tough one to read. My edition is actually only 176 pages long. I figured it wouldn't take me long. I didn't realise that 90 of those pages would be a single paragraph. The writing of this is odd. There's a great amount of detail about seemingly unimportant things. It's stream of consciousness to one degree. It's funny too, some mad things happen, like Molloy hits a dog on his bicycle and kills
Part IIm Big Brother. It is not my name, it is the name I use as my display name on Goodreads. Big Brother is this character that appears in this novel by George Orwell. The name appears alongside my avatar. That is just after my avatar picture it says Big Brother it is not my picture, and it is not picture of Big Brother either, it is picture of Professor Moriarty but not the professor himself, but the actor who plays his role and that actor is not Moriarty. Im not Professor Moriarty either,
The Dead Cathedral by MetaDragonArt, Digital Art / Photomanipulation / DarkFinished reading in the early dawn. I don't know. I feel silent. Like I'm in a cathedral. Standing in those long silvery beams of light filled with dust motes. In awe of the soaring architecture. That somehow does not fall in a pile of rubble around one's ears.
I had this book with me while at the beach. The beach was cold. It was mid-spring and it was New England. I stood and I looked at the sea. The sea looked grey.First, I put the book in my front-right pants pocket. Then I took it out, transferring it to my right shirt pocket. I then removed it and put it in my left-front pants pocket. I let it sit there for a minute while I measured the waves and then I took it out and again put it into my right-front pants pocket. Then I immediately pulled it
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