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Three Novels: Molloy, Malone Dies, the Unnamable / Edition 1

Three Novels: Molloy, Malone Dies, the Unnamable / Edition 1

by Samuel Beckett
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Few works of contemporary literature are so universally acclaimed as central to our understanding of the human experience as Nobel Prize winner Samuel Beckett's famous trilogy. Molloy, the first of these masterpieces, appeared in French in 1951. It was followed seven months later by Malone Dies and two years later by The Unnamable. All three have been rendered into English by the author.

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ISBN-13: 2900802150911
Publisher: Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
Publication date: 01/28/1994
Series: Beckett, Samuel
Edition description: New Edition
Pages: 414
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 1.25(h) x 9.00(d)

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A. Alvarez

In the trilogy, Beckett is creating his own death in prose, quarrying right down to that subterranean country of his heart....What remains is a terminal vision, a terminal style, and, from the point of view of possible development, a work at least as aesthetically terminal as Finnegan's Wake.

Richard Ellmann

Samuel Beckett is sui generis...he has given a voice to the decrepit and maimed and inarticulate, men and women at the end of their tether, past prose or pretense, past claim of meaningful existence. He seems to say that only there and then, as metabolism lowers, amidt God's paucity, not his plenty, can the core of the human condition be approached...yet his musical cadences, his wrought and precise sentences, cannot help but stave off the salamadars, we survive in his fires.

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Three Novels: Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Beckett is a unique voice , and in these novels he shows an area of experience which so far as I know is not before so extensively ' covered' in literature. Old age, sickness, deterioration, dying the bleak landscape of the human body and being falling apart. Mailer said of Becket critically ' that we are not all impotent' but apparently in the greying world we live in there is more and more of the truth Beckett has so painfully and beautifully written here.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have just finished the first novel in the trilogy and found it exciting, different. There are no paragraphs, just one long one, little punctuation and the main character Molloy does all the talking except when he quotes in remembrance or otherwise other characters. It answers the question; how little can you put in and still have an enjoyable story? no frills, the primitive story, novel, reflecting the alienation of capitalism and the degeneration of ourselves that are our goals, = $.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The tragi-comist at his best. Beckett renders the meaninglessness of the human experience in beautiful ways. Words fail us. Not so for Beckett. Amidst the bleakness presented here, hope. If Beckett's style is overly skeletal,as is often cliamed, it is because our experience as men is--we choose the flesh. And so with the Trilogy, or arguably with all of Beckett's corpus of work. Nevertheless, Beckett's admonition in Molly: 'you would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.' Highly existentialist, Highly recommended.
poetontheone on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
MOLLOY:Molloy is a hopeless leper wandering from town to town, through forest and desert, for his mother. To draw a slight comparison with the 'heroes' of Gogol, he is a pitiable protagonist that is not without humor. The first section, where the titular character is at the helm, is laced with grand body humor. Philosophical meditations on the asshole, a fervent wish for self castration. Altogether, the content of the first section lends itself more to flashes of language that are sublime, though perhaps sad. The second section is narrated by Moran, a private detective who sets off from home with his son in search of Molloy. He is all the more pitiful, being entrenched in the monotous routine of domestic life. By the end of his travels however, he is alone in the world with worn clothes, matted, hair, and stinking flesh, hunched over on crunches. In his impoverishment though, he is liberated, and at last we come full circle. With regard to form, the page is nearly black, drowning in a stream of consciousness narrative. A happy death. So much black casts shadows across form, and the content is not exempt from this. Molloy is a shadow of what Moran is to become. Moran, at the outset, is a shadow of who Molloy once might have been. Beckett goes through the tradition of Joyce (as far as I know it) with a hacksaw by way of Lautremont. I will get through the rest of the trilogy with time. It seems it might be best absorbed in small doses, much like poison.
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