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Molloy (The Trilogy #1)

Samuel Beckett

Paperback | Pages: 241 pages

Rating: 4.06 | 6044 Users | 464 Reviews

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Original Title:	Molloy
ISBN:	0802151361 (ISBN13: 9780802151360)
Edition Language:	English
Series:	The Trilogy #1

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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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Title	:	Molloy (The Trilogy #1)
Author	:	Samuel Beckett
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Anniversary Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 241 pages
Published	:	January 12th 1994 by Grove Press (first published 1951)
Categories	:	Fiction. Classics. European Literature. Irish Literature. Literature. Novels

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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

Very interesting novel. Definitely hard to read but it's worth all the while. I struggled to find time to read this as there are so many other books that you don't need to repeat reading many lines because they are easier to understand. However, reading Beckett is like reading Joyce (James). The struggle makes them different. It is as if, they wanted to be different from all the rest. They wanted to give us a memorable experience that we would never get from reading easy-to-understand mainstream

I thought a lot while I was reading this. I thought about birth and death, the body and ageing, fathers and sons, mothers and nature, duty and freedom. I believe that a book that makes me think is a great book. Full stop.Some interesting quotes:pinpointing one of the interesting dilemmas about writing autobiography: "...that must again be unknown to me which is no longer so and that again fondly believed, which then I fondly believed, at my setting out. And if I occasionally break this rule, it

Here I am, turning on my computer and waiting until I can login. I have to write about this Beckett novel that has no paragraphs for the first half and seems sordid and baffling as few others things I have read. As the sun enters through the window I remember his passage on the moon. Anyway, this is the story of a journey, not through the woods of Dante or those of both Molloy and his yin & yang Moran, but through my rating. For if I sensed the 'one star only' when I entered Molloys soft and

Oh, Modernism, what am I going to do with you? You tread recklessly that line between brilliance and wank. What is this magnificent garbage? It has no form to define it, no motive to propel it. Who are these people; what on earth are they doing? What the hell is this even about? Is there genius in the subversion of the narrative form, or is this just a cheap trick; a honey-pot for the gullible and the pretentious? I lean toward the former, but I am not completely convinced. Like the works of

The first bottle I saw of Thousand Islands salad dressing blew my fucking mind. There were a thousand islands? Where? I pictured a fantastically endless series of unexplored realms. Some of them have villages and people who are happy to see you, roast a pig, sell you a ship in a bottle. These are your favorite books. Some even have cities, if you want to talk about Tolstoy.But others, solitary in the distance, clutched by stunted shrubs, are inhospitable. Dime store Charybdises swirl with

Im fixing a hole where the rain gets inStops my mind from wanderingWhere it will go...Lennon & McCartneyMolloy is a gentle soul. Blithe and aimless, he wanders about the rural countryside sucking stones - small smooth pebbles he keeps in his pocket for just such an express purpose. O Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind! But one day a private investigator enters into his socially-averse orbit, and dogs poor Molloys tracks relentlessly...All this, of course, is autobiographical.Beckett, like