Present Out Of Books The Complete Dramatic Works
Title | : | The Complete Dramatic Works |
Author | : | Samuel Beckett |
Book Format | : | Paperback |
Book Edition | : | Anniversary Edition |
Pages | : | Pages: 480 pages |
Published | : | 1990 by Faber & Faber (first published September 1st 1961) |
Categories | : | Plays. Drama. Theatre. European Literature. Irish Literature. Literature. 20th Century |
Samuel Beckett
Paperback | Pages: 480 pages Rating: 4.43 | 1644 Users | 78 Reviews
Commentary In Pursuance Of Books The Complete Dramatic Works
I am somewhat tempted, at the risk of being highly pretentious, to right a Beckett-style to review to this Beckett compendium. Fortunately, I'm not sure I really have the knack, thus sparing me from the absurdity.I have given this two stars. I'm not sure why because I absolutely love Beckett, despite being at complete right angles to his philosophy. So it may be that. Or it may be that, like modern art, one could point at it and say, "A three-year-old could have done that!" Which is sometimes true. But not generally.
Beckett's work is nihilism. It is a statement of nothing; I would say an "incarnation" or "apotheosis" of nothing, but that would be a contradiction. Don't try to read a deep meaning into Beckett's plays, because you won't find any, and the reason that you won't find any is quite simple. There isn't any. Beckett isn't poking fun at people who think there is, because that would be to say something at all. I would say that this is the "whole point", but there isn't any point for it to be the whole of.
But all this is nonsense, because there is lots going on. There is darkness, and confusion, and pain, and power, and cruelty, and loss; there are hints of a half-remembered past flitting away as the horror of the present presses forward into the dimness of the future, all to be consumed by the cruel tyrant of ... nothing.
This is the situation in which, he claims, we all live; this is all that we have, and that "all" is nothing. We all live on that stage, in whatever absurd and dismal situation, watched by the confused who cannot see themselves on the playwright's mirror, because all they have seen hitherto is a distortion; or perhaps they are surprised that all they can see in that mirror is nothing.
Don't go calling this, or any part of it, a masterpiece. A masterpiece is something; it is an achievement, and it is to give it a false meaning, as if you or your opinions were more than nothing. Don't call it genius, or witty. Just call it, no more a waste of time than any of our other diversions, when it will all come to nothing.
Depressed yet? Oh, no. You wait until you start reading it...
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Original Title: | The Complete Dramatic Works |
ISBN: | 0571144861 (ISBN13: 9780571144860) |
Edition Language: | English |
Literary Awards: | Obie for Best Play (1964) |
Rating Out Of Books The Complete Dramatic Works
Ratings: 4.43 From 1644 Users | 78 ReviewsAssess Out Of Books The Complete Dramatic Works
The main part of this book, the major plays, are what makes this worthwhile. Some of the smaller more quicker works don't translate well to the written page and are generally tedious to read. Having said that, the main plays do somehow create a Meta world. A kind of non-situation, what Kant or Heidegger would call the background. Becket's work constructs a structure on which to hang any subject matter, which is why 'Waiting for Godot' has been read as a comment on Apartheid to the more commonBeckett was a bloody Irish chap who wrote some genius and some not so genius stuff. In Fahrenheit 451, I'm sure they burned books because they read The Unnamable. By the way, it's a good name for the book, but we shouldn't speak about that again. I don't recommend this collection. Just read the Waiting for Godot, Endgame and Act Without Words combo and don't bother with the other plays. If you must, then Happy Days is a more or less solid piece. Those other works can be good in the theater but
Krapp's Last Tape and Godot are the best. Endgame (the one with the pensioners living in dustbins) and Happy Days strike me as the kind of thing people want you to think they enjoy more than they actually do. The rest are mere sketches.
The two long works (Waiting For Godot and Endgame) are excellent. But the shorter works are...bizarre. Maybe they are more interesting to perform, or to watch...but reading them is not a treat. It's interesting to see how Beckett had things planned right down to the second, and every stage direction notated...but it just doesn't work on the page.
I think people fear and revere Beckett way too much. His work is so playful and funny when you don't think of it as "the great existential work". It ends up being more profound when you're laughing, anyway.
Bought at Dr. Johnson's House... the characters, including Hodge the cat, are straight from the life of the good doctor himself. Unfinished but some very funny dialogue. Wish he hadn't left us all hanging.
One of the greatest books you could ever get yours hands on. Beckett is, without a doubt, the best playwright that ever lived. My own personal Bible. This book changed the way I looked on writing, acting, theatre and life. Absolutely incredible.
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