Once read, Beckett's most daring and uncompromising novel stays in the mind forever. The experience is all the more overwhelming and incandescent if you read "Molloy" and "Malone Dies" first - otherwise it's like skipping most of the New Testament and going straight to the crucifixion, a la Mel Gibson. Unfortunately, Beckett's new UK home of Faber and Faber doesn't seem able to produce an edition that passes muster - these books are boring to look at, typo-ridden, so poorly bound they fall apart in your hands (useless for prolonged study), and in the present case, not so much Unnameable as unreadable: the copy we received got to page 26 and then jumped to pages 59-74 before returning to page 43, pages 27-42 having been simply omitted. "Where now? Who now? When now?" are questions anyone who cares about Beckett ought to be asking faced with such neglect and incompetence.