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Molloy
Molloy | Samuel Beckett
Molloy is Samuel Beckett's best-known novel, and his first published work to be written in French, ushering in a period of concentrated creativity in the late 1940s which included the companion novels Malone Dies and The Unnamable. The narrative of Molloy, old and ill, remembering and forgetting, scarcely human, begets a parallel tale of the spinsterish Moran, a private detective sent in search of him, whose own deterioration during the quest joins in with the catalogue of Molloy's woes. Molloy brings a world into existence with finicking certainties, at the tip of whoever is holding the pencil, and trades larger uncertainties with the reader.Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.Edited by Shane Weller
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Billypar
Molloy | Samuel Beckett
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Mehso-so

This novel is divided in two parts, each with a different protagonist. The first was a slog for me: the character we follow is not of sound mind- he relays his journey to reach his mother's home. The 2nd part is a little easier to follow since this character is sane (or saner), but both consist mostly of thoughts while wandering in the woods. I know Beckett is brilliant and there's probably a ton of stuff I'm missing, but I couldn't get into it.

Emilymdxn I had to study Beckett at uni and never managed to get into it myself at all. It was pretty much the only stuff I ever studied that I just had no thoughts about or any response at all 6y
Billypar @Emilymdxn Yeah- I first read Godot in college. I liked it fine and Murphy wasn't bad, but none of them became favorites. I do get FOMO with him though- like, even if I don't enjoy the whole book, there might be something really unique and interesting on page 106 that I'd have been sorry to have missed 😁 6y
Liz_M Unfortunately, I think most of his prose works need more than one read. I had read/studued Godot more than once, but didn't enjoy it until I saw an Irish Theater staging. I did love some of his other, simpler plays (Happy Days, Endgame) the first time round though. 6y
Billypar @Liz_M Ooh- that sounds incredible! I used to love reading plays until I saw a few productions and realized how much you're missing on the page alone. I'm still going to finish the trilogy eventually, but you're right- a second reading probably does wonders. 6y
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Billypar
Molloy | Samuel Beckett
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Oh boy, Beckett, a few more sentences like this and I think my brain is going to break 😬 🐑🐑🐑

saresmoore I didn‘t even make it to the end of the sentence before my vision blurred from boredom. 😆 6y
Billypar @saresmoore At least you never really know what you're going to get from sentence to sentence- the very next page, he was calculating his number of farts- by day, then by hour, then by 15 min....that's high literature for you 😂 6y
saresmoore Bahahaha! 6y
Leftcoastzen ❤️ 6y
Cathythoughts 😂😂😂 6y
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kspenmoll
Molloy | Samuel Beckett
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#Ireland #Magical March
Some books having to do with Ireland, and some Irish items. ☘️🇮🇪

Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks Love Cyril 💚💚💚 Pretty picture!!! 7y
vkois88 Ooooh love! 7y
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BarbaraBB
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Bailedbailed

I'm sorry. I gave up. I reminded myself that reading should be something to enjoy, to look forward to etc. I have so many books waiting for me, I don't have to spend so much time with monologues by dying men, monologues which I don't understand and frankly am not interested in at the moment. #1001books

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Cristine
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"Então voltei para casa e escrevi: É meia-noite. A chuva está batendo nas janelas. Não era meia-noite. Não estava chovendo."
— Epigrafe do livro "Força estranha", de Nelson Motta.

("Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining."
— Epigraph @ "Força estranha", by Nelson Motta)