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"It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter...."
Samuel Beckett
(April 13, 1906 - December 22, 1989)
I didn't "get" Beckett when I first read him as a teenager the age when most people first read him. It was only later, after I had put a few miles on the tires and become the father of twins (living proof that, when it comes to human behavior, nature trumps nurture) that I began to appreciate his deeply pessimistic view of the human condition.
To mark the centennial anniversary of the dour Irishman's birth,
The Elegant Variation has put together a wonderful tribute page, complete with links to Beckett's Nobel Prize presentation speech and three of his best-known plays (
Waiting for Godot,
Endgame, and
Play).
Meanwhile, over at Maud Newton's blog, Annie Reid, Maud's weekend sub, links to a Beckett
reminiscence of a different sort.
And I offer my favorite quote from our first truly postmodern man:
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better."Tags:
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