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The Letters of Samuel Beckett: Volume 2, 1941–1956 Illustrated Edition
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- ISBN-13978-0521867948
- EditionIllustrated
- PublisherCambridge University Press
- Publication dateSeptember 12, 2011
- LanguageEnglish
- Dimensions6 x 2 x 9 inches
- Print length886 pages
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-Michael Dirda, The Washington Post
"Not to beat about the bush, here's the book of the year … Beckett's is the most significant literary correspondence of its time … a marvelous book."
-David Sexton, Evening Standard
"Here it is: just two years after the first volume, the second installment of what promises to be one of the great productions of literary scholarship of our time"
-Nicholas Grene, The Irish Times
"Indispensable ... Biographers and scholars have done much to help us understand those writings’ background, their sources both literary and personal. What it meant to be their author, though, becomes clearer and clearer with the publication of his letters, which restore to the foreground an artist who was neither a secular saint nor the seminar-haunting purveyor of postmodern nostrums that some academic work has willed into being."
-Alan Jenkins, Times Literary Supplement
"One more masterly stroke in this landmark project… Whether the [subsequent] letters are as moving and entertaining as in the first two volumes remains to be seen. I for one can't wait."
-Gabriel Josipovici, The Wall Street Journal
"There is enough evidence of his [Beckett’s] character in these pages to keep the most casual reader absorbed, and the meticulous footnotes and appendices mean that every should be able to find their bearings. And the best news is there are still two volumes left to come."
-Edmund Gordon, The Sunday Times (London)
"The heartwarming quality of these letters ... is Beckett’s trust in his own experience. The more he drove himself to theoretical exactitudes, the more he acknowledged the claim of his own verities. He never allowed his practice to be intimidated by his theory."
-Denis Donoghue, The New York Times Book Review
"A mesmerizing feat that yields many vivid, surprising, and significant texts"
-Glyn Vincent, Huffington Post
"Overall, these 'Letters,' more than just presenting a masterful French writer ― the original language of many of these missives ― give the impression of Beckett’s inherent virtue, as Lindon wrote in a 1967 tribute, his 'nobility and modesty, lucidity and goodness… so real, so truly great, and so good.'"
-Benjamin Ivry, Jewish Daily Forward
"It is hard to do justice to the intelligence and devotion that have gone into the preparation of these volumes… the detailed introductions and footnotes make a fine gloss to these astonishing and moving letters."
-John Montague, The Literary Review
"This is an important work of impeccable scholarship directed not only at Beckett academics but informed fans seeking the man behind Godot. This volume is a landmark in our quest to understand Beckett’s great esoteric works and has definitely been worth the wait."
-Brian Odom, The Washington Independent Review of Books
"riveting … full of colorful and zany eloquence ... What these letters celebrate, and do justice to, is the sound of a unique voice, telling the truth."
-Roy Foster, New Republic
"The publication of The Letters of Samuel Beckett, however incomplete, is, nonetheless, one of the most important epistolary editing projects of our time."
-Enoch Brater, Modern Drama
"The editorial practices are superb."
--Choice
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About the Author
Martha Dow Fehsenfeld, Founding Editor, was authorized by Samuel Beckett to edit his correspondence in 1985.
Dan Gunn, Editor, is Professor of Comparative Literature and English at The American University of Paris.
Lois More Overbeck, Managing Editor, is a Research Associate of the Laney Graduate School, Emory University.
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- Publisher : Cambridge University Press; Illustrated edition (September 12, 2011)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 886 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0521867940
- ISBN-13 : 978-0521867948
- Item Weight : 2.87 pounds
- Dimensions : 6 x 2 x 9 inches
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Samuel Beckett was born in Dublin in 1906. He was educated at Portora Royal School and Trinity College, Dublin, where he graduated in 1927. His made his poetry debut in 1930 with Whoroscope and followed it with essays and two novels before World War Two. He wrote one of his most famous plays, Waiting for Godot, in 1949 but it wasn't published in English until 1954. Waiting for Godot brought Beckett international fame and firmly established him as a leading figure in the Theatre of the Absurd. He received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1969. Beckett continued to write prolifically for radio, TV and the theatre until his death in 1989.
Photo by Roger Pic [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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As Paul Auster says, reading Beckett "is an experience unequaled anywhere in the universe of words."
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I still give it a 5 star, and it still keeps to the rigorous standard of scholarship in its production, but Beckett himself I find less interesting, more expected. Let me start with the physical book and the editing. Cambridge Press uses a thicker paper for this volume, and that is a great improvement. Photos are also inserted into the pages where relevant instead of being clumped into a small section of small photos in the middle of the book. Again, a helpful improvement.
The multi-volume set of letters is being produced by a conglomerate of various institutions and academics. There are four editors! The result in the first volume was an absurd number of deeply anal footnotes that often swamped the letters themselves. There was no name or reference too well-known or obscure to escape a humorless note. This situation is somewhat improved in Volume 2 by omitting the well-known. This is explained by saying that "the editors can now assume that most readers will have access to the vast resources of the internet." Most? And they lacked that access when Volume 1 was published in 2009? Whatever, I'm glad we've been spared the obvious, but the notes are still less than fun to read. Beckett had a very hard time finding a publisher for Watt, and many letters discuss the frustration and logistics of finding a publisher. Yet obsessively each time this subject is raised we are treated to a footnote explaining the subject. That assumes the intended reader either suffers from extreme attention deficit disorder or the editors do not expect the reader to read the letters in order. Whichever, it is highly annoying. Also the footnotes provide not only an explanation but cite the source for the explanation making for long footnotes. It would have helped readability to add the sources as endnotes, though I realize this is merely a personal preference. But something needs to be done to further lessen the bulk of these leaden footnotes.
A last technical issue. As with the first volume the letters are included in the language in which they were written followed by an English language translation. By the time this volume starts Beckett is living in France with a woman whose first language is French, and the writer is writing his works in French, earning money for French-English translations. Thus a large minority of these letters, including those to Georges Duthuit, the most interesting of this volume, are written in French. The editors have taken the time to add references to footnotes in both the original and translation. I found myself reading the letter in the original referring to the translations for some words and to check the translations of the endless wordplay Beckett engages in, regardless of which language he uses.
Of the letters themselves? Beckett has settled down to life in Paris with a good portion of time spent in the French countryside. He is still interested in painting and can have very perceptive and unusual comments, but there isn't the compulsion to explain that is present in many of his Volume 1 comments on art and literature. That intensity is instead present in his description of nature, which interests me not at all. The facet that did interest me is translation in all the ways it appears in the book. Translations between languages. Beckett switched from writing his novels and plays in English to French and spends an increasing amount of time communicating with people hired to translate his works to other languages, including English. He works with transition magazine and others to translate works between French and English, and his plays are `translated' to the stage. His comments are thoughtful, sometimes grumpy, but always interesting. When asked why he now writes in French, among his explanations are "pour faire remarquer moi" and "le besoin d'etre malarme."
We learn that he doesn't mind someone making an all music (without words) adaptation of his play, but forbids adding music to a production explaining "I do not believe in collaboration between the arts." These and endless other examples provide wonderful insight to the world of Beckett's works, and in his wide ranging and almost hallucinatory letters to Georges Duthuit we see a much freer Beckett describing his world and his art.
As he had done in the first volume of his letters to Thomas McGreevy, so he opens up to Georges Duthuit from his new residence. Easing if not replacing the acerbic, dyspeptic tone of his youthful letters, he blends his unease into a mellower, if no less rueful, distillation of himself. He begins the sunset of the first day of June 1949 walking back to Ussy, accompanied or nagged along the road by mayflies. "In the end I worked out they were all accompanying me towards the Marne to be eaten by the fish, after making love on the water."
This remarkable vignette exemplifies the quality of his insights. Like the first volume (see my Feb. 2013 review), the second teems with artistic and philosophical interests. Yet, it diminishes the editorial apparatus that clogged parts of its predecessor: the Net is often assumed to suffice. You will need to refer all the same to vol. 1 for appended biographies of some of the key prewar correspondents, after the war, with whom Beckett continued to correspond.
A rare talent in both the novel and the play, Beckett's decision to enter into French as his primary mode of literary creation demonstrates his command of the idiom beyond his thirty years first in Ireland and then abroad. As the edition's French translator George Craig explains, Beckett made France his milieu.
Ireland recedes, where his older brother and his mother lingered before dying. In another moving passage, he writes to Duthuit in 1948 after he watches his fading mother's blue eyes. "Let us get there rather earlier, while there are still refusals we can make." Here you can discern the powerful mood which will grace or unsettle Molloy, Malone Dies, and The Unnamable.
His visits back to Dublin appear to have caused less contention than those in the pre-war decade, yet he rankles at the censorship there and in London. When Godot was slated to appear on the West End in 1954, the Lord Chamberlain "got going." So, "coat" replaced "fly," "backside" replaced "arse," and "guts" replaced "privates."
Such asides speckle Beckett's writing, to one person in his letters, to the few but discerning readers of his increasingly confident fiction, or his sudden exposure with the fame that he had courted for so long with so little success. Waiting for Godot was advertised in Miami as "the laugh sensation of two continents." Socialites walked out in droves.
Dan Gunn introduces this collection by noting its "rhythm of approach and withdrawal." One wishes more had survived, and that the lacunae of the wartime years had been replaced with evidence of his life, but the silence speaks for his and bravery as an Irish citizen working against fascism and under the threat of death. Such commitment provided Beckett with more equanimity and compassion in the difficult years during and after the war as he reconstructed his own life and career in France.
Beckett comes to terms slowly with his celebrity, granted as he nears the age of fifty. Already sensing the diminution of his physical powers, ironically he enters into his literary prime in this second volume. He, who had urged so often others to read his works and to publish them, now begins to find himself elucidating or correcting others who seek out his advice.
Despite his French allegiance, he remains Irish. Craig as a fellow countryman senses the Irish-English persistence in Beckett's phrasing, and its pitch to the breath and spoken word rather than the semicolon or period. He castigates silly critics of Godot: "Like a lot of seaside brats digging for worms people are."
Within whichever language he chooses, Beckett finds himself agonizing over the right word, the key phrase. In the struggles documented here, he separates his voice in French, with its discipline and narrower range, from his native English, with its temptations to wander. Either way, this annotated and durable edition attests to his skill, his fluency, and his humanity.
Actually, in relation to Godot, I wanted to learn more of what his experience had been during the war that might have been material for the play. But I found no letters at all dating from the years 1941-44. I guess when you are part of the underground resistance, you don't send off a lot of letters.
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The question anyone has to ask is: whether someone were to publish Beckett's shopping list, or jobs to do at home list - would that be of interest, or value?
There is a curious contradiction in our grasp of literature and the notion of authorship. From the extremity of denying the subject as author to the other extreme of reading a writer's life retrospectively through the great works they produce. Did Beckett know what he was producing? I think we have to be cautious here - you write out of necessity, of some compulsion that has its roots just out of sight. As a writer you try to reach in and grasp that root, to find what burns you, compels you to put pen to paper and articulate what seems worthless. But you do it anyway. Is there a clue in your outward life or do you write letters semi-consciously? Do you suspect that what you are writing has something more - possibly.
This is the conundrum at the heart of these letters. Did Beckett know his place? Or did this acute awareness shadow these letters and make them semi-literary products in their own right?
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This is not a book to read straight through from beginning to end. My method was to go through the index, looking up references to any person or subject which interested me. There is a 16-page General Introduction (i.e. to the whole 4-volume series), and a 30-page Introduction to Volume II, and to be honest I found this of more interest than most of the letters themselves. Quite by chance I spotted an error in one of the footnotes (page 587): the actor Peter Bull, who was in the original London production of Waiting for Godot, died in 1984, not 1955 as stated. One hopes there are not many other such errors.
So, although as a general reader with only a passing interest in Beckett I found little to absorb me, in deference to genuine Beckett scholars I'm giving it a 3-star rating instead of something lower.