In the Dim Void

<p><strong>IN THE DIM VOID: SAMUEL BECKETT</strong></p><p>This book considers Samuel Beckett's 1980-83 trilogy of short texts Company Ill Seen Ill Said and Worstward Ho otherwise known as the Company or Nohow Trilogy. These are dense complex allusive highly lyrical and emotional pieces which contain many of Beckett's key philosophies and approaches to writing.</p><p>Includes photographs of Beckett and his plays and a bibliography.</p><p>EXTRACT FROM CHAPTER ONE</p><p>The emotional core of Company is a nostalgic yearning manifested in those vignettes or memories which some see as having correlations with Beckett's own life so that Company is the closest thing in the Beckett canon to autobiography. Certainly many of the sections in Company have the whiff of autobiography but these are memories mediated edited shaped compressed and transformed by Samuel Beckett's various voices. For in Company we find a narrator a voice a remembering self in fact a complex hierarchy of various levels of consciousness and self-consciousness. Some of the passages are Beckett at his most lyrical his most self-indulgently lyrical one might add for no sooner is lyricism evoked than it is stamped out. Ornamental writing is detested by Beckett yet he can be as poetic in the ecstatic sense as any other poet. Here is a powerful sequence from Company:</p><p>the light there was then. On your back in the dark the light there was then. Sunless cloudless brightness. You slip away at break of day and climb to your hiding place on the hillside. A nook in the gorse. East beyond the sea the faint shape of high mountain. Seventy miles away according to your Longman. For the third or fourth time in your life. The first time you told them and were derided. All you had seen was clod. So now you heard it in your heart with the rest. Back home at nightfall supperless to bed. You lie in the dark and are back in that light. Straining out from your nest in the gorse with your eyes across the water until they ache. You close them while you count a hundred. Then open and strain again. Again and again. Till in the end it is there. Palest blue against the pale sky. You lie in the dark and are back in that light. Fall asleep in that sunless cloudless light. Sleep till morning light. (20)</p><p>This memory sequence is a kind of ecstasy. An everyday sort of ecstasy perhaps but even Beckett's rigorous control of language and his hyper-realist outlook on life cannot hide the joy in this passage. For there is joy in Beckett's art though always as in Thomas Hardy's fiction very brief joy soon smothered by all manner of other concerns.</p>