on 27 August 2011
It is a very strange book. Beckett describes a journey, a journey to Pim. The book is separated into three parts. The first part is the way to Pim. All what he had is a bag with his belongings. He lies in the mud and crawl his way to him. The second part is close by Pim. He is beating him and enjoys it very much. The third part is the time after Pim. It is the instalment of the unnameable. It is a flush of words. The words are spoken to the reader. It had no direct meaning. The person speaks it just as he hears it. You can read it with astonishment and you can't see a plot. It shows the existence of man to me. All what you are, is symbolised in this little person who lies in the mud and wants someone to hang on. A person to speak with. Toescape from the solitariness. The process is the way ahead. The book is like clockwork. Every word hangs on the other and in the end you can see the whole concept. It is the rhythm of the words that shows his concept.