hi Rick,
not "Molloy" so much as "Fin de partie" (Endgame) and "The Unnameable", mostly "Endgame". what to say about it, hmmm...i guess i feel like what Beckett might have meant when he said about Marcel Duchamp in calling him someone who "wrote little and spoke less". the more i think about it, the less i want to say. and i've been thinking hard about "Endgame". i've read that Beckett said Hamm and Clov (from Endgame) are Vladimir and Estragon at the end of their lives. that makes sense to me, like the two remaining kings on a chess board, bound into a relationship based on nothing but the fact they are the two remaining pieces, fully aware they are actors playing characters (ie. pawns on the board of life playing the role of kings), and in their awareness of being actors, knowing someone wrote the script, and that someone that wrote the script is a lousy playwright because the play continues to exist because like in chess any good player would have known long ago the game was up. the jig is up, the writer knows it, the actors know it, the audience knows it but we all pretend we don't and so the play goes on, prolonged by procrastination (born maybe of a fear we can't see), never stated as such though, just like the endgame in a bad chess match, low calibre players making lousy moves in an effort to delay the inevitable, just like the way we live our lives.
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