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    Malone Dies
    Malone Dies
    Malone Dies
    Audiobook5 hours

    Malone Dies

    Written by Samuel Beckett

    Narrated by Seán Barrett

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    About this audiobook

    This is the second in the famous trilogy of novels written by Samuel Beckett in the late 1940s. An old man is dying in a room. His bowl of soup comes, his pots are emptied. He waits to die. And while he waits, he constructs stories, mainly to pass the time. Saposcat, the Lambert family, Macmann and his nurse Moll. Other figures weave in and out of his vision and his imagination. This remarkable soliloquy, so intrinsically Beckettian, is as important as Waiting for Godot or Endgame, the famous plays that made his name. Sean Barrett gives a masterly performance.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNaxos Audiobooks
    Release dateAug 1, 2004
    ISBN9789629545833
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    • 2/5
      Opnieuw een moeilijke monologue interieure, doorspekt met aanzetten van verhalen door de hoofdpersoon. Bij wijlen mooie po?tische passages, maar zeer veeleisend voor de lezer
    • 5/5
      Another fine reader (Sean Barrett) catching the brogue and wit of this weird voice. A great book, a wonderful meditation on uncertainty, at times hilarious, at times poetic.
    • 4/5
      An example of Beckett's humor is the friend (?) Jackson trying to teach his parrot to say "nihil in intellectu nisi prius in sensu (Latin for "nothing in the intellect unless first in the senses").
    • 4/5
      Still gathering my thoughts!
    • 4/5
      The second part of the trilogy feels if anything even bleaker than the first. Malone is in bed awaiting death, with an exercise book and a stub of pencil to record his thoughts, but no clear idea of where he is beyond the room he can see, or of how he got there. At first there's someone who brings him food and takes away his filled chamber pots, but at a certain point even that stops and he's left alone with his reflections, which alternate between his descriptions of his current state and episodes from a story (perhaps several stories) he is telling us about a character confined in what seems to be some kind of asylum. Unpleasant, disturbing, but strangely gripping. And even occasionally very funny.
    • 4/5
      Beckett, at last, faced with the sentence, the semi-sentient, sentence-like non-sentence. Even dying, especially so, Beckett alone in the rotting body of Malone, the rolling, roiling, sacrosanct body Malloyed against the scat of Saposcat like a hat on a hill. Oh, we’re getting on, alright, Macmann. Let’s gasp. Let’s grasp for our stick better to poke-at with, our nub of lead better to write with, this letter of cease and decease.

      For there is a joy in here that is hard to describe. On the one hand I am ecstatic about these sentences, language, syntax, humor. There is a surprising quietness too, that I love. Nevermind. There is no other hand. I was about to say something about the despair, the madness and decay. But they are intertwined like a good split brain soup.

      Beckett does it to me in the first half of this book like no other. When he is on, there is no-one better. Then around 3/4 of the way in, the level drops slightly. In that the surprises, the tiny pleasures, don’t come as often, or not as tightly packed as before. It becomes easier to read, smoother, lacking the constant change of direction and backtracking I loved earlier. But still, even at its weakest this stuff is miles above the others.

      I remember admiring Molloy greatly, but not being able to really sink my teeth deep into it. This book on the other hand was so tactile for me, it drew me in so that I read it almost in one sitting (Molloy took weeks!). I’m not sure if this is the book’s fault or mine, maybe I’m more susceptible to his rhythms this time around.“Standing before my high window I gave myself to them, waiting for them to end, for my joy to end, straining towards the joy of ended joy.”
    • 3/5
      This was interesting but so scattered and hard to follow as perhaps the thoughts of a dying man would naturally be, but I was frustrated at times, not to be able to figure out what was going on. What was true and what was made up? Why did the characters switch names? Malone was mostly unlikeable, but pitiable because he was dying. He seemed to have killed several people during his life. He seemed to be mentally deficient in some way. It was weird and disconcerting.It gave one a chance to reflect on the nature of existence however, and that was interesting to me.
    • 2/5
      Opnieuw een moeilijke monologue interieure, doorspekt met aanzetten van verhalen door de hoofdpersoon. Bij wijlen mooie poëtische passages, maar zeer veeleisend voor de lezer