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...poet, novelist and playwright, Samuel Beckett has ramified that ordeal by suffocation into images of frustration, impotence, alienation, futility and absurdity. As a drop of water implies the sea, the personal obsession of a scrupulous and sensitive writer may mirror the inarticulate concerns of multitudes of men. The significant artist "dreams ahead"-he catches on to his age and then his age catches up to him. When Samuel Beckett was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature last week at the age of 63, it was perhaps as much of an honor to his international audiences as to him. The judges...
Metaphysical Blackout. Beckett's friend and mentor, James Joyce, once said: "Here is life without God. Just look at it!" In a way, Beckett's entire work is an agonized sermon on that text. In his world, the machinery of existence seems to be grinding to a halt. The titles Krapp's Last Tape, Endgame and Malone Dies suggest a civilization with terminal cancer. The suffocating womb becomes a death trap: the urns encasing the characters in Play, the mound of earth piled up to the heroine's neck in Happy Days, the ashcans of Endgame...
...mood of Beckett's plays and novels is traumatic loss, a vestigial memory of the expulsion from Eden. With elegiac melancholy, Beckett intones a kyrie eleison without God. Waiting for Godot is hope's requiem. The two tramps Estragon and Vladimir wait in vain...
Waiting is the real activity of all Beckett's seemingly totally passive characters. As in an electricity blackout one waits for the light, so in Beckett's metaphysical and moral blackout one waits for new gods and values to replace the old. At times, Beckett seems almost complacent in his despair. Doing nothing is regarded as the higher wisdom and action as impatience, an attempt to induce the birth of some new vital myth that is as yet, in Matthew Arnold's words, "powerless to be born...
...tramps wait. To pass the time they play games. Games become a substitute for life and the loss of purpose. They are the contretemps of clowns. The clown is the only entertainer who consistently draws laughter through his own self-abasement. Beckett's ultimate position is that man is the clown of the universe. But he is a clown for whom Beckett weeps, and that is his saving compassion...