Short biography of
Samuel Beckett
Astride
of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave
digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of
our cries.
-Waiting
for Godot
Though
he continued with sports, his attention turned increasingly to academics
when at 17 he entered Trinity College, choosing French and Italian as his
subjects. Beckett enjoyed the vibrant theater scene of post-independence
Dublin, preferring revivals of J.M. Synge plays. Moreover, he had the opportunity
to watch American films and discover the silent comedies of Buster Keaton
and Charlie Chaplin that would crucially influence his interest in the
vaudevillian tramp. After
graduation, Beckett traveled to Paris where he first met the fellow Dubliner
who would become a seminal influence and close friend, James Joyce. In
addition to acting as one of Joyce's favored assistants in the construction
of the Work in Progress (later to be titled Finnegans Wake),
Beckett began writing himself, inspired by the vibrant Parisian literary
circle. In 1930, he published his first poem, "Whoroscope," winning a reward
of ten pounds in a poetry competition. Shortly after, he published his
brief but groundbreaking Proust, a study of the recently deceased
author whom Beckett admired so much; the work at once illuminated its subject
but also helped the fledgling and unsure artist shape his own aesthetic.
When he returned to Dublin later that year to lecture at Trinity, Beckett
was writing his first stories- which would later comprise More Pricks
Than Kicks(1934). Beckett
was restless in his teaching posts, and his reluctance to settle down in
a respectable career worried his family, especially his mother from whom
he became estranged for several years. Returning to Paris in 1932, he wrote
his first novel, Dream of Fair to Middling Women. While reminiscent
in its digressive tendencies of Fielding and Sterne, Dream was also
highly autobiographical, a powerful indication that Beckett was emerging
from Joyce's shadow and developing his own voice. Out of money, he went
back to Dublin and then moved temporarily to London where he worked on
much of his next novel, Murphy. Still without a steady source of
income (his works were not selling, and Murphy, which had been turned
down by dozens of publishers, would not appear until 1938), he moved constantly
for the next few years before settling permanently in Paris in 1937. Walking
home late one night with some friends, Beckett was nearly killed when he
was stabbed by a "pimp." In hospital, Joyce looked after his young friend,
paying his expenses and bringing around numerous visitors. Recuperating,
Beckett also received attention from a French acquaintance, Suzanne Deschevaux-Dusmesnil,
who would soon become his life companion (and wife, though not until 1961). When
Paris was invaded in 1941, Beckett and Suzanne joined the Resistance. Later
they were forced to flee when their cell was betrayed, leaving their apartment
only hours before the Gestapo arrived. They took refuge in Rousillion,
in the south of France, where Beckett worked on a farm in exchange for
room and board. There he continued work on a novel he had begun in Paris,
Watt.
After the Germans were defeated and the couple returned to Paris in 1945,
Beckett travelled to Ireland to visit his mother. He claimed to have had
while sitting in her room an artistic revelation: "I became aware of my
own folly. Only then did I begin to write the things I feel." And only
then did Beckett began to write primarily in French, finding greater linguistic
possibilities in a language that he famously said had no style. In his
second language, he enjoyed a period (1947-1950) that is certainly his
most prolific and that many consider his finest. His first French novel,
Mercier
et Camier--which, with its wandering duo, minimalist style, and insistence
on repetition, predicts the concerns and form of Waiting for Godot--,
was not published until years later. In this time, he also wrote his famous
novel trilogy (Molloy, Malone Dies,
The Unnamable).
Also, in 1947, he wrote his first play, Eleutheria, which he would
not allow to be published during his lifetime and which, after his death,
became a cause of great controversy when Beckett's American publisher,
Barney Rosset, released an English translation against the wishes of the
Beckett estate. In 1948-49, he also wrote Waiting for Godot. Its
production in Paris in January 1953, by the director and actor Roger Blin
(with whom Beckett would develop a lifelong friendship), brought the artist
his first real public success both in and outside of France. In
the 1950s and 1960s, Beckett's playwriting continued with a series of masterpieces,
including Endgame, Krapp's Last Tape, and Happy Days.
He involved himself in various productions of his plays across Europe and
in the United States, wrote his first radio plays, and created remarkably
innovative prose fiction, including the epic How It Is(1961) and
the haunting The Lost Ones (1970). Worldwide appreciation of his
work growing, he received in 1969 the Nobel Prize (the third Irishman of
the century to be so honored). Characteristically, he was unhappy with
the increased public attention that accompanied the prize and in response
to a demand for a new work chose instead to release the still unpublished
Mercier
and Camier. At this time, he also underwent successful operations on
his eyes to correct the cataracts that had been plaguing him for years. In
the same year, Beckett began to suffer from onsetting emphysema. After
his first hospitilization, he wrote in bed his final work, the poem What
is the Word. Moved into a nursing home, Le Tiers Temps, his deteriorating
health prevented him from writing, and his efforts were given instead to
translation of his works. Suzanne died on 17 July 1989, and Beckett followed
her on 22 December. He is buried in Montparnasse Cemetary in Paris. --Benjamin
Strong Dublin
had produced a number of expressive playwrights for over three hundred
years (R.S. Sheridan, Oscar Wilde, J. B. Shaw, S. O'Casey, J.M. Synge,
and others), and so it is no surprise that Samuel Beckett, often considered
to be the greatest dramatist of the 20th century at all, had to be born
right in this city. It seems that Beckett was destined in terms of his
date of birth as well - Good Friday, as a date of Christ's crucifixion,
April 13 1906, brought an almost mystical symbolism into his personal life
and writings. Christ's death and the attendant theory that one of the two
thieves who has to have been crucified with him was saved while the other
was damned are the motifs which Beckett used in various forms throughout
his writing. |
Vladimir:
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Ah,
yes the two thieves. Do you remember the story?
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Estragon:
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No.
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Vladimir:
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Shall
I tell it to you?
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Estragon:
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No.
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Vladimir:
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It'll
pass the time. (Pause) Two thieves, crucified at the same time as our Saviour.
One-
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Estragon:
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Our
what?
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Vladimir:
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Our
Saviour. Two thieves. One is supposed to have been saved and the other...(he
searches for the contrary of saved)...damned.
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(Godot
14)
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Beckett
as the second son of William Frank Beckett and Mary Roe Beckett, followed
his brother to various schools, first in Stillorgan and later in Dublin,
where at the age of 17 he entered Trinity College. Beckett was a bright
student and moreover an excellent athlete. He won numerous medals and excelled
at rugby, cricket, boxing, golf, and tennis.
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Krapp's
Tape:
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lake, with the punt, bathed off the bank, then pushed out into the stream
and drifted. She lay on at the floorboards with her hands under her head
and her eyes closed. Sun blazing down, bit of a breeze, water nice and
lively. I notice a scratch on her tight and asked her how she came by it.
Picking gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it was hopeless
and no good going on and she agreed, without opening her eyes. (Pause)
I asked her to look at me and after a few moments-(Pause)-after a few moments
she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare. I bent over her
to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low.) Let me in. (Pause.)
We drifted in among the flags and struck. The way they went down, sighing,
before the stem! (Pause.) I lay down across her with my face in her breasts
and my hand on her. She lay there without moving. But under us all moved,
and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
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(Krapp
221)
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years before Beckett arrived in Paris, James Joyce made the same journey.
Samuel, on recommendation of his Irish school mate, the poet Thomas McGreevy,
soon met Joyce. He was immediately impressed by Joyce's literary work,
that he wrote an essay on him Dante...Bruno. Vico...Joyce,ii
which was his first published work showing his unbounded admiration for
his "artistic father". Because Joyce's eyesight was so bad that he could
not see to write, Beckett helped him, and soon began to be known as Joyce's
secretary. Two years later, Beckett published an essay on Proust Proust,
which is probably why he was often labelled Proustian or Joycean."As for
the influence "itself", Beckett has given what is no doubt the best and
fairest assessment of what he owes to Joyce, and how their goals are diametrically
different: 'Joyce was a superb manipulator of material-perhaps the greatest.
He was making words do the absolute maximum of work. There isn't a syllable
that is superfluous. The kind of work I do is one in which I am not the
master of my own material. The more Joyce knew the more he could. He's
tending toward omniscience and omnipotence as an artist. I'm working with
impotence, ignorance. ...My little exploration is the whole zone of being
that has always been set aside by artists as something unusable - as something
by definition incompatible with art'".
In
1933 when Hitler took power, Beckett was in Dublin. This was the beginning
of very hard period of Beckett's mental breakdown. His great love Peggy
died from tuberculoses that year, and soon Beckett's father had a massive
heart attack, which totally overwhelmed him.
The
character of Murphy is very like Beckett himself, it is one of the novels
where the the places and the names of the streets are named exactly. There
appears Stadium road where Beckett lived at that time, Lots Road, Cremorne
Road, and where Beckett as well as Murphy wandered about London, both usually
in a very depressed state.
Soon
after the beginning of the war Beckett returned to Paris to be with his
friends. During the war the Gestapo discovered Beckett's activities in
connection with the French Resistance movement. As a result, he was forced
to find a sanctuary in Roussillon in the apartment of his companion Suzanne
Deschevaux-Dumesnil's friend. Here, in the south of France he spent a long
period of time during the war years. While hiding from the Nazis, he wrote
another novel Watt (1942-1944), which is considered "an important
bridge from the pre-war to the post-war writings"and where the basic Beckettean
themes as the alienation from the world, appear. (See chapter Theme.)
After
the war he returned back to Ireland again to be with his mother. Mary Roe
Beckett was, at that time, dying from Parkinson's disease and throughout
her final illness, Beckett cared for her. About his mother's death he later
wrote in Krapp's Last Tape: |
Krapp's
Tape:
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bench by the weir from where I could see her window. There I sat, in the
biting wind, wishing she were gone. (Pause.) ...I was there when (...)
the blind went down, one of those dirty brown roller affairs, throwing
a ball for a little white dog as chance would have it. I happened to look
up and there it was. All over and done with, at least. I sat on for a few
moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing at me.
(Pause.) Moments. Her moments, my moments. (Pause.) The dog's moments.
(Krapp 219-221)
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(Krapp
221)
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