Donald Barthelme's Reading List
A reading list Donald Barthelme composed for his students. "In no apparent order, just read them."
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13 April 1906–22 December 1989
Also known as Beckett, Samuel, Samuel Barclay Beckett, Samuel (Author) Beckett
Samuel Barclay Beckett was an Irish avant-garde writer, dramatist and poet, writing in English and French. Beckett's work offers a bleak outlook on human culture and both formally and philosophically became increasingly minimalist in his later career.
As a student, assistant, and friend of James Joyce, Beckett is considered one of the last modernists; as an inspiration to many later writers, he is sometimes considered one of the first postmodernists. He is also considered one of the key writers in what Martin Esslin called "Theatre of the Absurd." As such, he is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers of the 20th century.
Beckett was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1969 for his "writing, which—in new forms for the novel and drama—in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation". Beckett was elected Saoi of Aosdána in 1984. He died in Paris of respiratory problems. (Source)
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Readers in conversation
Public notes, reviews, lists, and conversations around Samuel Beckett.
A reading list Donald Barthelme composed for his students. "In no apparent order, just read them."
HAMM: We're not beginning to... to... mean something? CLOV: Mean something! You and I, mean something! (Brief laugh.) Ah that's a good one! You could use the above quote as evidence that Beckett wrote this play to be intentionally bereft of meaning, though th…
A reader-curated list
And if as suggested it is dusk, then another phenomenon to be observed is the number of windows and shop-windows that light up an instant, almost after the fashion of the setting sun, though that all depends on the season. But for Macmann, thank God, he's sti…
Dragged myself through the first 75 pages out of curiosity, loyalty to the grind, and a feeling that it was important to try. Raced through the final 70 pages - I'm not sure if it picked up or if Beckett's prose suddenly clicked with me (perhaps both). Illumi…
Vladimir: What do we do now? Estragon: Wait. Vladimir: Yes, but while waiting. Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection. Estragon: (highly excited). An erection! Vladimir: With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes…