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Original Title:	Malone meurt
ISBN:	0802151175 (ISBN13: 9780802151179)
Edition Language:	French
Series:	The Trilogy #2

Malone Dies (The Trilogy #2)

Samuel Beckett

Paperback | Pages: 120 pages

Rating: 3.86 | 3667 Users | 304 Reviews

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Title	:	Malone Dies (The Trilogy #2)
Author	:	Samuel Beckett
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	First Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 120 pages
Published	:	February 20th 2018 by Grove Press (first published 1951)
Categories	:	Fiction. Classics. European Literature. Irish Literature. Literature. Novels

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Written and published in French in 1951, and in Samuel Beckett’s English translation in 1956, Malone Dies is the second of his immediate post-war novels, written during what Beckett later referred to as ‘the siege in the room’.

‘Malone’, writes Malone, ‘is what I am called now.’ On his deathbed, whittling away the time with stories and revisions of stories, the octogenarian Malone's account of his condition is contradictory and intermittent, shifting with the vagaries of the passing days: without mellowness, without elegiacs; wittier, jauntier, and capable of darker rages than his precursor Molloy. Malone promises silence, but as a storyteller he delivers irresistibly more.

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It's another gem from Samuel Beckett, the universe of Beckett is rich, haunting, surreal and metaphorical which shudder you to the core of your existence. The misery of human nature is, as it is condemned, to feel absurd above life, the very existence of human being to the point where existence of a man is strip to nothingness; however the life we witness is rich indeed but 'death' is an absolute certainty (at least to the extent we have been able to understand our 'Universe' till yet), and the

I'm clearly missing something since this is considered to be a masterpiece. Very tedious in my experience. Malone is dying. He muses about a variety of random things, memory, human nature, aging, loneliness. The whole book is told as if it were an inner monologue. It is very well written. No one can claim that he wasn't an extremely skilled and intelligent writer but I disliked the experience reading this book. Beckett is not my cup of tea.

So far this is my favorite Beckett. Especially the first half of the book when the 80 something-year old protagonist Malone is in a cell, lying on a bed, naked. Then the narration is that of a first-person and it is almost replete of the wordplays that I encountered in Watt (4 stars) and in the first book of this "trilogy" Molloy (4 stars). This added to the many reasons why I think Samuel Beckett (1906-1989) was a genius: he had so many styles and he was brilliant in any of them. There is no

And if I were to stand up again, from which God preserve me, I fancy I would fill a considerable part of the universe, oh not more than lying down, but more noticeably. For it is a thing I have often noticed, the best way to pass unnoticed is to lie down flat and not move. It must be a rather lonely business, dying, not the sudden death but the slow death of diseased or old age If you die suddenly, it is something that occurs to you and you dont have to deal with it, because before you know it

Returning to Ireland always means reading some Beckett or Heaney!

This is another Beckett masterpiece. Even though the subject matter is utterly depressing--I've rarely read such a vivid depiction of abject loneliness and physical and mental degradation, as the narrator and his protagonist progressively rot into nothingness--I found the book to be incredibly exhilarating and uplifting. The earthy realism, pessimistic wisdom, dark humor, and liquid poetry made me feel as if I'd not merely read a book, but lived and suffered, and learned some deep truths about

Maybe I am not smart enough for Beckett. Or maybe I am not pessimistic enough. Maybe... I don't know, but this was a miserable experience and the longest short book I have ever read.