I was a laughbaby when reading it (Molloy), as any Beckettian Ballyba baba-belacqua should be.
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You are turdyba
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Correct, cf. Beckett's deleted passage >this is the deleted passage, he explains that the economy of Ballyba is based on its citizens' stools, which are recycled as fertilizer and account for the region's high agricultural productivity and for its wealth. There follows a lengthy discussion of a wide range of societal issues that are impacted by Ballyba's preoccupation with faecal matter.
https://www.geneticjoycestudies.org/articles/GJS6/GJS6OReilly
Btw, is there any consenus regarding the mystery? Why is the guy in the second part tasked with searching for Molloy? What kind of organization is it? Who is the mysterious boss, Youdi?
The narrator was actually a detective, Moran who lost his head on the search. You read his accounts after he has already lost his head so all of it comes as schizophrenic. Molloy is probably some underworld mob boss. Remember the guy who visits him at the beginning and takes away his papers? That's the guy who came to deliver Moran the project and appears in hs dream later when his son abandons him, they are trying to get as much information out of him as is possible given his state. The joke being that it is possible "molloy" found the real molloy lying sonewhere in the forest and inadvertently killed him, but Beckett never clarifies that. It's basically a parody of detective fiction as written by a mentally moronic dude.
This bit about the guy's son and his stamp-book cracks me up like nothing else.
It's not the kind of book to have a secret reality hidden behind the text. The guy is simply tasked with finding Molloy. All the significance of it is in the texture and humour and bleakness of the writing itself. The way I think of it is that Beckett has been dragging himself along in the decrepit body of Molloy, wondering (with us) what this Molloy is all about, and then thinks, 'My man Molloy is losing his aesthetic energy. How do I boost things in a way that feels true to the spirit of the book? Why not a guy, in some ways the opposite of Molloy and in some ways not, who drags himself after Molloy, wondering what this Molloy is all about?' I mean, I obviously don't know what Beckett was thinking, but those text-level aesthetic decisions are a more useful way for me to approach Beckett than deciphering some lore-like canonical universe.
The narrator was actually a detective, Moran who lost his head on the search. You read his accounts after he has already lost his head so all of it comes as schizophrenic. Molloy is probably some underworld mob boss. Remember the guy who visits him at the beginning and takes away his papers? That's the guy who came to deliver Moran the project and appears in hs dream later when his son abandons him, they are trying to get as much information out of him as is possible given his state. The joke being that it is possible "molloy" found the real molloy lying sonewhere in the forest and inadvertently killed him, but Beckett never clarifies that. It's basically a parody of detective fiction as written by a mentally moronic dude.
The sucking stones sequence is a ciphered exposition of the complex logistical schemes used to smuggle drugs from Rotterdam to Dublin, with packages transferred between the cargo holds of various ships.
He is copying Kafka hard with 'le life sucks' trashy philosophy of hacks like cioran.
You haven’t read it at all.
You can try me if you want, crybaby.
I was a laughbaby when reading it (Molloy), as any Beckettian Ballyba baba-belacqua should be.
You are turdyba
Correct, cf. Beckett's deleted passage
>this is the deleted passage, he explains that the economy of Ballyba is based on its citizens' stools, which are recycled as fertilizer and account for the region's high agricultural productivity and for its wealth. There follows a lengthy discussion of a wide range of societal issues that are impacted by Ballyba's preoccupation with faecal matter.
https://www.geneticjoycestudies.org/articles/GJS6/GJS6OReilly
Where has Kafka ever written such a schizophrenic first-person narrator?
Descriptions of a struggle. It reads so uncannily like Beckett at times, but even more opaque.
Visiting mummy
Stephen and Leopold are waiting for Godot.
Btw, is there any consenus regarding the mystery? Why is the guy in the second part tasked with searching for Molloy? What kind of organization is it? Who is the mysterious boss, Youdi?
Youdi = Yehudi, an archon like those in The Unnamable, sent by Godot the Father
The narrator was actually a detective, Moran who lost his head on the search. You read his accounts after he has already lost his head so all of it comes as schizophrenic. Molloy is probably some underworld mob boss. Remember the guy who visits him at the beginning and takes away his papers? That's the guy who came to deliver Moran the project and appears in hs dream later when his son abandons him, they are trying to get as much information out of him as is possible given his state. The joke being that it is possible "molloy" found the real molloy lying sonewhere in the forest and inadvertently killed him, but Beckett never clarifies that. It's basically a parody of detective fiction as written by a mentally moronic dude.
This bit about the guy's son and his stamp-book cracks me up like nothing else.
It's not the kind of book to have a secret reality hidden behind the text. The guy is simply tasked with finding Molloy. All the significance of it is in the texture and humour and bleakness of the writing itself. The way I think of it is that Beckett has been dragging himself along in the decrepit body of Molloy, wondering (with us) what this Molloy is all about, and then thinks, 'My man Molloy is losing his aesthetic energy. How do I boost things in a way that feels true to the spirit of the book? Why not a guy, in some ways the opposite of Molloy and in some ways not, who drags himself after Molloy, wondering what this Molloy is all about?' I mean, I obviously don't know what Beckett was thinking, but those text-level aesthetic decisions are a more useful way for me to approach Beckett than deciphering some lore-like canonical universe.
The sucking stones sequence is a ciphered exposition of the complex logistical schemes used to smuggle drugs from Rotterdam to Dublin, with packages transferred between the cargo holds of various ships.
Just wait for The Unnamable.
Don't read it if you're depressed anon!
Is this the one with old lady who likes it up the ass?