A letter for Moran

«There is nothing more to tell. The house was empty. The company had cut off the light. They have offered to let me have it back. But I told them they could keep it.» —Samuel Beckett: Molloy

From representational drawing to invented worlds

My recent shift from drawing to painting has not only led to a shift in form, but also, as it turns out, a shift in content. When painting, my focus is no longer on the observed outer world, as it is when I am doing urban sketching, croquis or floral studies. When painting my focus…

An old friend

Back to Beckett 11 years ago I finished my cand.philol. in comparative literature with a dissertation on Samuel Beckett’s Trilogy (Molloy (1951), Malone meurt (1951; Malone Dies) and L’innommable (1953: The Unnamable)). Since then I have read very little Beckett. My reading has trailed other routes. But this autumn, when going deeper into writing, Beckett…