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I assume that all of you are here because you are interested in Samuel BeckettSamuel Beckett's books. And I am sure that all of you have read (at one time or another) some of these books, or seen some of the plays written by Beckett (in English or French). But I doubt that too many of you have read all the books written by Beckett (some sixty titles are on the list attached at the end of this text). Well, I have read all these books several times even. Read and reread them (in English and in French). I am not saying this to impress you, but simply to indicate that one must be crazy to read the entire oeuvre of Beckett. Certainly, only mad people, fanatics, would spend time reading and rereading everything Beckett has written. In Waiting for GodotBeckett's most celebrated play it is said: We are all born mad. Only a few remain so. I believe I am one of those who remained mad, because for more than forty-five years I have not stopped reading and re-reading the books of Samuel Beckett, and I always imagine that others too are as mad as me, and that they too never stopped reading and re-reading Beckett. In any case, it is with this idea in mind with this assumption that everybody has read everything Beckett has writtenthat I prepared a lecture for this occasionan extremely complicated lecture, probably boring and much too long, which explained everything Beckett wrote. I left that complicated boring academic lecture in the form of an explication de texte in the sun of California, and instead I wrote a few notes which I have before me, and with these notes, I want to take you on a little journey, an impromptu journey through the landscapes the somewhat devastated landscapes of Samuel Beckett's work. Or rather, I want to take you on a visit in the imaginary museum of Samuel Beckett. For you may not know this, but Beckett was a great artist, yes a great |
