'The nature of the narrative is uncertain, yet somehow a story is told.'
Over at literary blog Times Flow Stemmed, Anthony discusses Samuel Beckett's puzzling novel, Molloy: 'A significant departure from earlier Beckett’s stories, Molloy resists summary. It is a strange loop of a novel that winds up where it started out. A dying narrator writes words onto paper, pages that are paid for and collected each week. A journal, a diary, a report perhaps? Though both parts are written in the first person, the identity of the narrator is unclear, though the author appears to reveal himself.' [Read More]
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