The Meager Content of the Life of Malone

What do I think is important about Samuel Beckett’s writing– Formerly I would have said something about the style, but now the content is striking me as no less important: life stripped bare of illusions and consolations.

Malone is Job, not in the sense that he is reduced from a great position to a bereft one, but in the sense that both his sufferings and gratifications are pathetically meager, the peaks and valleys existing at the same bereftly monotonous level, yet he bears up under it. The style being the proof he bears up — that he is able to endure his life’s content.

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