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Title	:	Molloy (The Trilogy #1)
Author	:	Samuel Beckett
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Special Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 241 pages
Published	:	January 12th 1994 by Grove Press (first published 1951)
Categories	:	Fiction. Classics. European Literature. Irish Literature. Literature. Novels

Molloy (The Trilogy #1) Paperback | Pages: 241 pages

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Molloy, the first of the three masterpieces which constitute Samuel Beckett’s famous trilogy, appeared in French in 1951, followed seven months later by Malone Dies (Malone meurt), and two years later by The Unnamable (L’Innommable). Few works of contemporary literature have been so universally acclaimed as central to their time and to our understanding of the human experience.

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Original Title:	Molloy
ISBN:	0802151361 (ISBN13: 9780802151360)
Edition Language:	English
Series:	The Trilogy #1

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The first bottle I saw of Thousand Islands salad dressing blew my fucking mind. There were a thousand islands? Where? I pictured a fantastically endless series of unexplored realms. Some of them have villages and people who are happy to see you, roast a pig, sell you a ship in a bottle. These are your favorite books. Some even have cities, if you want to talk about Tolstoy.But others, solitary in the distance, clutched by stunted shrubs, are inhospitable. Dime store Charybdises swirl with

::shudders:: It was a bad week, when I was simultaneously reading Beckett in English in "Modern British & American Drama," and Beckett in French in a French literature class. ::shudders::

I had this book with me while at the beach. The beach was cold. It was mid-spring and it was New England. I stood and I looked at the sea. The sea looked grey.First, I put the book in my front-right pants pocket. Then I took it out, transferring it to my right shirt pocket. I then removed it and put it in my left-front pants pocket. I let it sit there for a minute while I measured the waves and then I took it out and again put it into my right-front pants pocket. Then I immediately pulled it

I thought a lot while I was reading this. I thought about birth and death, the body and ageing, fathers and sons, mothers and nature, duty and freedom. I believe that a book that makes me think is a great book. Full stop.Some interesting quotes:pinpointing one of the interesting dilemmas about writing autobiography: "...that must again be unknown to me which is no longer so and that again fondly believed, which then I fondly believed, at my setting out. And if I occasionally break this rule, it

My 14th book in October. Where do they keep going! Sigh. Now, what a predicament I'm in. This book is a tough one to read. My edition is actually only 176 pages long. I figured it wouldn't take me long. I didn't realise that 90 of those pages would be a single paragraph. The writing of this is odd. There's a great amount of detail about seemingly unimportant things. It's stream of consciousness to one degree. It's funny too, some mad things happen, like Molloy hits a dog on his bicycle and kills

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