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THE BOOK I READ : MOLLOY

The second in a series of 13 book reviews written in my pre-blogging years.

MOLLOY by Samuel Beckett (First published in English – translated from French – in 1955)

molloyMolloy is far from being a conventional novel. In fact, Beckett seems to mock traditional plot devices and characterisation.

He gives impressions of people and places through images rather than details. He pointedly avoids using descriptions, apparently regarding them as superfluous. Of a bicycle he writes : “I would gladly write four thousand words on it alone” but does not do so!

The novel is divided into two sections, both written in the first person singular. The first is by Molloy, the second is by Moran. Through these two characters Beckett explores the central themes of freedom, doubt and human frailty.

At first the two elderly men seem dissimilar aside from the fact that they are both world-weary. Gradually they become to seem like one of the same person with Moran as the public face of Molloy.

Moran’s comment that “As soon as two things are nearly identical, I am lost”, is therefore highly significant.

Each slowly becomes aware of their failings. They have tried trusting in others but now feel disillusioned. Molloy says “All the things you would do gladly, oh, without enthusiasm but gladly, all the things there seems to be no reason for your not doing and that you do not do! Can it be that we are not free? It might be worth looking into”. Continue reading

10 THINGS I LEARNT ABOUT BLOGGING IN 2013

1. WRITING IS THERAPEUTIC.Blogging has a healing power. I find writing down my thoughts and ideas , even when not fully formed, is cathartic and makes me feel calmer, more balanced and less alone.

2. DAILY BLOGGING IS NOT FOR WIMPS.

I wrote a post every single day from 1st January 2011  to 30th September 2013. It takes willpower or just plain bloody mindedness to persevere. I feel quite smug that I kept going for so long but I  finally waved the white flag when I was taking a week long break and had nothing scheduled.  Now I try to post something as regularly as I can secure in the knowledge that I have conquered the wimp within.

Tis-Better-to-be-brief3. BREVITY IS BEST.

Enough said?
Remember the words of the Psycho Killer in the Talking Heads song : “Say something once, why say it again?” Continue reading

A POST-MODERN GOLDONI FLOP

Carlo Goldoni’s Il Servitore di due padroni (The servant of two masters) rewritten by Ken Ponzio (Teatro Bonci, Cesena)

Spot the difference! The classic Harlequin and Roberto Latini as the post-modern version.

Spot the difference! The classic Harlequin and Roberto Latini in the post-modern version.

Prepositions have never been my strong point. The consequence of this is that I failed to appreciate the significance of the fact that this Venetian theatre company’s production was ‘da’ and not ‘di’ Carlo Goldoni. The first means ‘from’ the second means ‘by’.

The distinction is crucial because the only connection Ken Ponzio’s version had to the original play from 1743 is in the character names and token references to the plot.

In the programme notes Ponzio seeks to justify his presumptions act of literary terrorism: “Our way of perceiving comedies and tragedies has changed. Today’s expressive methods are radically different from those of Goldoni since we have experienced two world wars, been to the moon and we’ve read Samuel Beckett, Harold Pinter and Heiner Müller; our way of seeing has fundamentally changed”.

When the curtain  rose my heart sank. The set was a characterless hotel hall with three doors on each side. A pot plant, some chairs, a telephone and a TV (tuned to American shows) are the only props. Continue reading

THE DRAMA OF BEING A CHILD by Alice Miller (Virago, 1987)

Alice Miller (1923 - 2010)

Alice Miller (1923 – 2010)

‘It’s never too late to have a happy childhood’ is a quote attributed to the American author Tom Robbins, although I have a feeling that someone else said it before him.

The sentiment behind these words should be immediately obvious – age is just a state of mind (I wish!) and being too eager to put away childish things doesn’t necessarily make you a more grounded adult.

I don’t think it is supposed to endorse the behaviour of those who never properly grow up or to celebrate immaturity.

We can try to keep a childlike sense of wonder towards the world around us and stay as open as possible to new experiences but ,the older you get, the harder it is to preserve this level of purity.

As a compensation, it can be rewarding to try to see things through the eyes of your own kids or of other children you encounter.

An aphorism for Alice Miller’s book would be decidedly less snappy and more cynical. It would have to be something like: “It’s never to late to realise that the childhood you always thought was happy wasn’t so marvellous after all”. Continue reading

“It will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don’t know, I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on”. – Samuel Beckett, The Unnameable (Photo by Brett Wilde).

Another day, another blog post. With the views limping towards three figures each day,

I am resigned to the fact that I will never go viral unless I unwittingly stumble upon some almighty scoop.

This doesn’t worry me especially since I started this as a personal project to write about whatever took my fancy with no desire to make any personal confessions.

What was once a vice is now a habit.

It has become the principle of the thing to post something every day.

This dogged perseverance (stubbornness) has meant that I have not missed a day since 1st January 2011.

Sometimes, though, I feel like the unnamed narrator of Beckett’s 1953  novel (“I’ll go on”) and I also gain a perverse strength from the same writer who, in his novella Worstward Ho!,  wrote: “All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better”.

There’s a bleakness in these words, but a spirit of resilience too; and a truth.