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Faber & Faber (2010), Edition: Main, 176 pages
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The Unnamable is the third novel in Becket�s trilogy, three remarkable prose works in which men of increasingly debilitating physical circumstances act, ponder, consider and rage against impermanence and the human condition. The Unnamable is without doubt the most uncompromising text and it is read here in startling fashion by Sean Barrett.
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LibraryThing member thorold
I can’t go on, you must go on, I’ll go on, you must say words, as long as there are any…it will be the silence, where I am…you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.
The final part of the trilogy is the toughest to take in. Beckett examines conventions of fiction like narrative
The final part of the trilogy is the toughest to take in. Beckett examines conventions of fiction like narrative
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sequence, characters, the narrator's voice and the world he exists in, and finds that he has lost faith in the lot of them. We are left with what seems to be a foetus in the womb, struggling and failing to make sense of its existence. The text teases us with all kinds of false starts that look as though they are going somewhere but actually lead us into blind alleys where they are arbitrarily abandoned or redirected. Unless you're writing a dissertation about it, this is probably a book you will read for the pleasure of its approach to language, its endless questioning and reduction of what the words it is using could mean. And it is worth it for that: I'm happy to leave the philosophical puzzles to those who still have exams to take and enjoy the sound of it. Show Less
LibraryThing member leslie.98
Sean Barrett's narration made it possible for me to read this - and I did read it as well as listen to it (doing an 'immersion' read). I found the previous books in this trilogy (Molloy and Malone Dies) challenging but they were not a patch on this one! Yet, despite the fact that it was very
Because I had such difficulties understanding this novel (?!), I did a little digging on the internet to see if I could find anything to help me. I knew that Beckett was considered an exponent of absurdism (the idea that there is no meaning in the world beyond what meaning we give it) so I started with that:
"Absurdist fiction is a genre of fictional narrative (traditionally, literary fiction), most often in the form of a novel, play, poem, or film, that focuses on the experiences of characters in situations where they cannot find any inherent purpose in life, most often represented by ultimately meaningless actions and events that call into question the certainty of existential concepts such as truth or value." (from Wikipedia)
And that is a good description of the first 2 novels of the trilogy but didn't seem to really fit this one. The term that occurred to me to best describe The Unnamable was surreal:
"Surrealism, n. Pure psychic automatism, by which one proposes to express, either verbally, in writing, or by any other manner, the real functioning of thought. Dictation of thought in the absence of all control exercised by reason, outside of all aesthetic and moral preoccupation."
That well describes the kind of writing one encounters in this book! Beckett has written about identity before but in this book, he seemed to me to be taking Descartes' idea "I think therefore I am" to its extremity. The main character is asking "who is thinking?" When you hear that voice in your head, who is it? And if the one speaking is "you" then who is listening to it? Is that you too?
A illustrative passage:
"How many of us are there altogether, finally? And who is holding forth at the moment? And to whom? And about what?"
and to hark back to Descartes' reductionism in trying to find a basis for reality, Beckett rejects any use of externals to help identify self:
"Ah yes, all lies, God and man, nature and the light of day, the heart's outpourings and the means of understanding: all invented, basely, by me alone (with the help of no one, since there is no one), to put off the hour when I must speak of me. There will be no more about them."
Add to this the fact that language, words, were something that was learned, then who were you before there were any words? He calls the version of himself that existed before words (in the womb & possibly after) "Worm" and other older versions "Mahood" and sometimes "Molloy" & "Malone" (!) and seems to be trying to get back to Worm's state of wordlessness. But questions arise about the nature of silence & if it is possible to still his current version's voice...
"Your thoughts wander, your words too - far apart. (No, that's an exaggeration: apart.) Between them would be the place to be: where you suffer, rejoice (at being bereft of speech, bereft of thought), and feel nothing, hear nothing, know nothing, say nothing, are nothing. That would be a blessed place to be: where you are."
This whole aspect of trying to achieve silence reminded me of yoga meditation. I wonder if Beckett was familiar with that?
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difficult to understand, Beckett still makes it somehow compelling.Because I had such difficulties understanding this novel (?!), I did a little digging on the internet to see if I could find anything to help me. I knew that Beckett was considered an exponent of absurdism (the idea that there is no meaning in the world beyond what meaning we give it) so I started with that:
"Absurdist fiction is a genre of fictional narrative (traditionally, literary fiction), most often in the form of a novel, play, poem, or film, that focuses on the experiences of characters in situations where they cannot find any inherent purpose in life, most often represented by ultimately meaningless actions and events that call into question the certainty of existential concepts such as truth or value." (from Wikipedia)
And that is a good description of the first 2 novels of the trilogy but didn't seem to really fit this one. The term that occurred to me to best describe The Unnamable was surreal:
"Surrealism, n. Pure psychic automatism, by which one proposes to express, either verbally, in writing, or by any other manner, the real functioning of thought. Dictation of thought in the absence of all control exercised by reason, outside of all aesthetic and moral preoccupation."
That well describes the kind of writing one encounters in this book! Beckett has written about identity before but in this book, he seemed to me to be taking Descartes' idea "I think therefore I am" to its extremity. The main character is asking "who is thinking?" When you hear that voice in your head, who is it? And if the one speaking is "you" then who is listening to it? Is that you too?
A illustrative passage:
"How many of us are there altogether, finally? And who is holding forth at the moment? And to whom? And about what?"
and to hark back to Descartes' reductionism in trying to find a basis for reality, Beckett rejects any use of externals to help identify self:
"Ah yes, all lies, God and man, nature and the light of day, the heart's outpourings and the means of understanding: all invented, basely, by me alone (with the help of no one, since there is no one), to put off the hour when I must speak of me. There will be no more about them."
Add to this the fact that language, words, were something that was learned, then who were you before there were any words? He calls the version of himself that existed before words (in the womb & possibly after) "Worm" and other older versions "Mahood" and sometimes "Molloy" & "Malone" (!) and seems to be trying to get back to Worm's state of wordlessness. But questions arise about the nature of silence & if it is possible to still his current version's voice...
"Your thoughts wander, your words too - far apart. (No, that's an exaggeration: apart.) Between them would be the place to be: where you suffer, rejoice (at being bereft of speech, bereft of thought), and feel nothing, hear nothing, know nothing, say nothing, are nothing. That would be a blessed place to be: where you are."
This whole aspect of trying to achieve silence reminded me of yoga meditation. I wonder if Beckett was familiar with that?
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LibraryThing member Derezzination
Oh Literary Modernism, how everyone adores you, your shapeshifting, your tea soaked madelines, the ebb and flow of your seas, the sailors caught underneath of it all, little rivers running to and fro, vast libraries teaching us the fear of tomorrow in a singular image. What a great wall you have
1910(or thereabouts)-1953
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built for yourself, universities love it, can't get enough of it because isn't it so grand, such a spectacle, your such a show-off Literary Modernism, forget 'God is dead', 'Zola is dead'! You seem to disturb the temporality of the present as I hear there are still writers writing to preserve you, to reanimate you, that isn't very modernist, very gothic though isn't it meddling with the dead. And, oh, here he comes, sledgehammer in hand, he's been crawling up Rue de Martyrs naked clutching this thing and here he goes...BOOM! Take that Literary Modernism, good luck rebuilding that!1910(or thereabouts)-1953
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English
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1953 (French)
1957 (English)
Physical description
7.87 inches
ISBN
0571244645 / 9780571244645