Reading Godot - Lois Gordon PDF
Reading Godot - Lois Gordon PDF
Reading Godot - Lois Gordon PDF
Reading Godot
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CONTENTS
acknowledgments
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TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
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SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
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selected bibliography
index
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
INTRODUCTION
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Folly would also admit of the humor or self-mockery Beckett generously aords his most humble gures (and their witnesses, the
audience, his readers) in their daily, heroic eorts at survival.
It was perhaps the widespread awareness of this mess or folly that
contributed to the breakdown of traditional form in the several arts
during the twentieth century. In music, initial assaults on form,
dissonance, and diatonic music progressed to electronic cacophony
and the randomness of the aleatory. In art, Cubist planes, Dada,
and Surrealism led not just to the collage of commercial remnants
heaped into pop art but also to the various forms of abstract and
geometric expressionism, as well as the constructs designed through
electronic media juxtaposed with fragments of traditional art forms.
Arbitrariness, unreason, and madnessthat is, human nature and
the human conditiondemanded expression, from Jackson Pollocks drip paintings (which display the unconscious in action)
to Jasper Johns ags and maps (which question the meaning and
function of the most ordinary icons of the everyday environment)
and Ann Hamiltons cerebral/sensory installations that amass various materials encoded with personal meaning. The key to arts
meaning or to the meaning of anything, for that matter, as Harold
Pinter understated it in the 1960s, is that verication remains impossible. At best, art sets two nonreferential mirrors into perpetual
interaction.
In literature, the presence of the mess has been clear, from the
use of stream of consciousness to explore the depths and intricacies
of subjectivity, exemplied so boldly in James Joyce, to the work of
more traditional prose stylists such as Saul Bellow, who portray life
as an essentially deranged and deranging experience, suggesting
that madness is an apt description of the human condition. The
antihero, the individual no longer able to triumph in a moral sphere,
has become the inevitable ospring of both Freudianism and existentialism: if ones instinctual nature mocks all eorts at nobility
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cannibalism, in Freuds terms. From his childhood in Dublin during the Easter Uprising of 1916 and World War I, through his experiences in London during the depths of the Depression, until World
War II, when he was a Resistance ghter, Beckett had rsthand
evidence of the underside of humanity: of mental and physical illness, of selshness and opportunism in the guise of benevolence,
and, of course, of the indescribable barbarity humans inict upon
one another. If his study of literature, philosophy, and religion, and
their speculations about human nature, were at best a conrmation
of the terrible life experiences he faced from childhood until the end
of the war, then his personal relationshipsnot the least of which
were the close family ties he cherished until his deathgave him
a contrasting view of human nature. Becketts friendships with a
number of exceptionally generous and idealistic people, all defenders of the disenfranchised and devotees of what one called the trinity of the true, the good, and the beautiful, reinforced in him the
moral imperative that acts of kindness and altruism may transcend
lifes travails. Such was the life that shaped the man who, after World
War II, began his personal siege and wrote some of the greatest
work of the twentieth century.
The American reception of Godot, in 1953, one of bewilderment and
frustration, was not unlike its earlier receptions in Paris and London
and was only an intimation of the confusion and frequent anger
Becketts subsequent work would evoke. Audiences accustomed to
the naturalistic work of Arthur Miller and Tennessee Williams frequently agreed with reviews that read the thing is simply an exercise in logorrhea; the play is the work of a man who prefers
puzzles to people; Becketts characters just stand there with Existentialism on their faces. Yet despite Godot s cancellation in Washington, Boston, and Philadelphia, Groves paperback printing of ve
thousand copies sold out before its ocial publication date, and
Beckett soon found his home in the newly refurbished environs of
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reached the ambivalence of the Sublime. He had achieved the silence, or the abyss, . . . the metaphysical or spiritual reality of existence at last exposed, beyond further illusion. He had transcended
gnosticism in an assertion of human freedom, turning Schopenhauers fragmentation and Will into Apollonian wholeness. He had
achieved a kind of mystical or religious state of mind in transforming ctional space, the imaginary and the silent, into a magical place
of closure.
In most of these commentaries, Beckett remained essentially the
philosopher: his work was read as the persistent attempt to grapple
with the unknowable. Whether focusing on reduced or restructured
plot, character, and language, on the various forms of parody or
classical inuence, on an utterly pared down yet poetic language or
geometrically designed stagecraft, or on the postmodern Sublime
analyses most frequently turned to philosophical matters, to issues
regarding the human condition. Beckett was described as the author
of a meticulously designed existential language of uncertainty that
served as a vehicle for personal mythmaking or as an intimation or
unveiling of chaos or silence. His poetry may have been unspeakably
beautiful, but it stood as a testimony of human industry in the face of
terror.
Becketts audiences, from the inmates at San Quentin and the
children of Appalachia to academias more sophisticated theatergoers, responded to his innovative tragicomedy in new ways. Here
was, to be sure, the tragedy of humanity at the mercy of random,
gratuitously kind or brutal inner and outer forces. But here was, as
well, the comedy of humanitys repetitive, often ridiculous, acts of
accommodation to the mess and to the personal neediness of others.
Becketts images of human persistence, along with his characters
repeated self-mockery as playthings in a world of cosmic emptiness,
were irresistible.
As the subject of critical analysis, Beckett poses a dicult problem. He has created, to be sure, a unique dramatic and ctional
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on the emotional fallout of the rational-scientic quest, on the psychological consequences incumbent upon the pursuit of rationalism
in a world devoid of consensually validated truths. That his focus on
the emotional life may account for why his work deeply moves audiences is, however, not to ignore the philosophical implications of
his art to which the bulk of Beckett scholarship has been addressed.
Becketts heroes go to great lengths illustrating the creative uses to
which logic can be turned, and there is little doubt that these onetime scholars, philosophers, and writers are among his most poignant, often silly gures. In fact, the ironic implications of their
buoonery, along with their demonstrations of the limitations of
language and logic, place them in the mainstream of contemporary
philosophical and psychological thinking and in a quite dissimilar
context from the protagonists of Joyce, Kafka, and Eliot. Through the
self-reexive irony of his characters, Beckett echoes the concerns
raised by the great philosophers of our time, from Husserl and Heidegger to Foucault and Derrida. In his unique explorations of human nature and the human condition, Beckett shares these thinkers
preoccupation with the nature of mind, conscious and unconscious,
as the basic organizer, interpreter, and responder to reality.
Becketts characters struggle to survive in a world devoid of moral
certainty and validated cultural norms, and then they experience the
troubling consequences that such an engagement elicits: the blurred
distinctions between words and meaning, good and evil, madness
and sanityin other words, the mess, as Beckett described it.
This relativism resounds in all Becketts work, as it does throughout the intellectual and everyday life of our contemporary world.
That is, after the exaltation of materialism and science, many intellectual disciplines, including psychology, philosophy, philosophy of
science, and even physics, have had to contend with the disturbing
threat of relativistic doubt, the diculty of distinguishing fact from
explanation as well as fact from fact. Werner Heisenberg and quan-
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tum physics, no less than Freud and Sartre, have demonstrated that
the limits of our universe are determined by the limits of our measuring instruments, whether they are atomic clocks, blood pressure
cups, or nouns and verbs.
Beckett, as the artist of the psychic distress born of relativism,
stands in relation to our time much as Sophocles, Cervantes, Shakespeare, and Chekhov did to theirs: a spokesperson and questing,
prophetic, empathetic recreator of the urge for order in a time of
doubt and historical transformation.
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Samuel Beckett began his creative siege in the room shortly after
the siege of World War II and produced during that period his greatest works, including Waiting for Godot, Molloy, Malone Dies, and The
Unnamable. Decorated for his activities in the Resistance, Beckett
had fought against the atrocities of the war, although before that
time he had borne witness to nearly half a century of human depredation and suering. The parameters of his maturation included
two world wars, two economic depressions (in Belfast and London),
and two civil wars (in Ireland and in wartime France). Beckett observed the gradual spread of totalitarianism across much of the
world and unrelenting campaigns of slaughter rising out of religious
and ethnic prejudice. He also observed the panoply of human responses to these events: indierence, pettiness, megalomania, bravery, and self-sacrice. He survived with a profound sense that evil
cannot go unattended and that the defense of the good, whether in
dramatic or modest action, gives dignity and meaning to life. He
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approached his personal siege with rsthand knowledge of humanitys rapacious, benevolent, and sometimes ridiculous potential.
That his work would extend to the limits of tragedy and comedy, in a
form he called tragicomedy, is the result, in many ways, of the vision
he gained from his life experiences through 1946.
As an Irish citizen and neutral alien, Beckett did not have to take a
position during the war, but, as he told others, he could not stand by
with his arms folded and observe the suering around him. This
explanation is of particular interest because when speaking of his
happy childhoodYou might say I had a happy [a very good]
childhoodhe was compelled to add, But I was more aware of the
unhappiness around me. Beckett was an extraordinary man
modest, brilliant, gifted in several arts, loyal to his friends and family, uncommonly honest in his dealings with others, generous in the
extreme, and exquisitely sensitive to suering around him.
As the young child of auent Protestant parents living in Foxrock, a Dublin suburb, Beckett was not insulated from the world
around him by the privileges of his class. On the contrary, he was
very much aware of both the civil and world war occurring during
his childhood. His uncle, ghting with the British during the Great
War, had been severely injured. Issues of alliance, of joining the
British in World War I or of defying conscription to join the Irish
insurgents at home, were continually debated. After the Easter Uprising, children ran about Dublin, where Beckett was attending private school, carrying Irish ags and singing nasty ditties about the
English. Signs throughout the city proclaimed, We will serve neither King nor Kaiser. The great political leader James Connolly had
demanded that the Irish ght solely for their own independence, for
those natural rights which the British government [had] been asking them to die to win for Belgium.
Civil war endured in Ireland long after the Great War ended, with
shooting, curfews, ambushes, and murders in the street, and Beckett
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war; a number wrote commentaries on the wars spiritual and physical mutilations. In short, the Great War was an abiding topic of
conversation in the Paris of 1928.
Becketts contact with the painters and writers who gathered
around Breton introduced him not only to a variety of interesting
new art forms, but to an entirely new body of ideas. Their idealism
regarding the connectedness of all experience is apparent in Assumption, in which Becketts hero aspires to their point sublime of
inner and outer revelation, although this is unique in the Beckett
oeuvre. Despite their Marxist interests, of little appeal to the young
Beckett, the Surrealists wished to reconcile traditional contrarieties
and dualities and to integrate chance, mystery, and mysticism in
their quest to link opposites, like the inner and outer world, the
conscious and unconscious life. Theirs was an art of constant ux
and metamorphosis, as in dreams, where image and meaning continually connect and separate, where a sense of transcendence or
wholeness mingles with a sense of the fragile and tentative. They
pursued as well new parameters of time as it operates on both unconscious and conscious levels, for they strongly believed that the
unconscious recreates external reality, just as the external world refuels the inner one.
In the bookstores of Montparnasse, artists of all nationalities discussed the radically new perceptions of reality and self in the areas of
science, philosophy, psychology, linguistics, and art. Bertrand Russell and Alfred North Whitehead might have established, in a single
system, all the valid principles of mathematical reasoning, a set of
axioms upon which all rules would follow. But others, like Werner
Heisenberg and Kurt Gdel, were pursuing their claim that the observer inuences the observed and that any axiomatic system has
undecidable propositions (for example, although we ought to be able
to see ourselves in a mirror, we cannot see ourselves with closed
eyes). These and other bookshops in Paris stocked the most talkedabout authors, including Heidegger, Wittgenstein, Saussure, Ernst
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Cassirer, Arthur Eddington, Jung, Freud, and Yeats. Not only did
Beckett spend a great deal of time in these shops, but, as one commentator reports, During this period [he] was obviously engaged in
reading everything he could lay his hands on.
In addition to meeting Jolas and the Surrealists and then working
on and publishing in the little magazines, Beckett began or renewed
several important friendships in Paris, often with people he idolized,
absorbing and incorporating from them specic interests and commitments (and, on occasion, mannerisms) that would last a lifetime.
Beckett met up again with Alfred Pron, whom he had known at
Trinity, and they renewed their lengthy conversations on art, literature, and language. When Beckett moved to Paris in the late
1930s their relationship became so close that Pron involved him in
the Resistance; Pron was subsequently captured and tortured by
the Nazis.
The poet and future art critic Thomas McGreevy was a new acquaintance who became an intimate, lifelong friend. Wounded during World War I, the sophisticated, older (by ten years) McGreevy
introduced Beckett to the circle of Dublin expatriates, as well as to
many of Pariss most celebrated intellectuals, including Joyce. One
learns as much about McGreevy in reading his commentaries on
Jack B. Yeats, Richard Addington, Eliot, Leonardo, and Poussin as
one learns about his subjects; he was a forthright idealist in advocating universal human rights and in believing that what matters in
art as in life [is] the classical trinity of the true, the good, and the
beautiful.
Through McGreevy and Joyce, Becketts literary circles soon
widened. He met Valry, Romains, Adrienne Monnier, Paul Lon,
William Butler Yeats and his younger brother Jack, Eliot, George
Reavy, Samuel Putnam, and many others. The profound eect of
Joyce, twenty-four years Becketts senior, cannot be overstated.
Joyce had three holy commitments: art, family, and friends. And
as numerous memoirs testify, he was a very generous man with a
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sharing their family and moral values. Beckett learned about Joyces
onerous publishing experiences and about artistic forbearance. He
observed the modesty of great celebrity: Joyce met [people] face to
face, as unassuming in his behavior as he was uncompromising in
his aims. People lionized him but he would not roar. He once said
to an academic who wanted to exalt him, Dont make a hero out of
me. Im only a simple middle-class man.
As Beckett himself was to be, Joyce was uncommonly supportive
of both friends and aspiring young artists. Yeats and Pound had
encouraged him to publish; he was encouraging Beckett and numerous others. Beckett, too, would become a mentor to many young
writers, including Harold Pinter, who never produced or published a
play until Beckett had read it. It was as though a legacy of respect and
kindness were being passed from one generation to the next.
Regardless of his personal sorrows, Joyce always exercised a sense
of humor, one that had no sniggering defeatism in it. Even in
moments of silence and pessimism, there was inevitably a festive
pause when Joyce would start dancing and singing with whirling
arms, high-kicking legs, grotesque capers, and coy grimaces. Such
behavior corresponds to the transformations he was eecting in his
art, intermingling matter and spirit, conquering tragedy through
humor. Beckett, like Joyce, would come to understand humor as a
defense against lifes tribulations.
These traits persisted in the older Joyce, when he resisted his
daughter Lucias institutionalization and worried about a second
world war. Even in his blackest moods, he retained concern for others and a wry sense of humor. Immersed as he was in writing, Joyce
well understood the cycles of joy and sadness. His response, as an
ordinary person and as an artist, was that of the healing comedian.
Within a short period, Beckett wrote several pieces. His ninetyeight-line poem Whoroscope won a prize when submitted to
Nancy Cunards Hours Press; Cunard had been closely associated
with the Surrealists. Beckett also wrote Proust, one of the rst in-
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one of the worlds most ignominious periods. The era marked the
rise of totalitarianism throughout the world. The press detailed Hitlers escalating brutality against the Jews, reporting on concentration
camps as early as 1933, and Germanys gradual takeover of European
nations. The arrogant Hitler encouraged wide coverage of his various
steps toward ethnic purication. Newspapers not only accommodated; many, in their editorial policies, reected the indierence of
most of the world.
Between Becketts rst and nal move to Paris, he spent a brief
period in Dublin. His college honors required that he follow two
years of teaching at the cole by three more at Trinity. Beckett did not
like teaching and, in his own words, behaved very badly: I ran away
to the Continent and resigned. As he explained, he could not tolerate the hateful comedy of lecturing . . . to others what he did not
know himself.
Becketts most important friendship during this period was with
the painter Jack B. Yeats, thirty-ve years his senior. Here was another older Irish artist with whom he could identify. The two shared
a deep compassion for the alienated and disenfranchised, and they
manifested this in remarkably similar artistic subjects and settings.
Since his youth, Yeats had been outspoken in the cause of Irish independence, but by the time of the Irish civil war and World War I he
was overcome by the grotesqueries and bloodshed of world events.
The war that broke out in Ireland after the British left in 1922, the
defeat of Republican forces, and the souths transformation into a
British dominionwith Ireland, in essence, still paying allegiance
to the Crownleft Yeats totally disillusioned. By 192930, he had
abandoned the politically and socially realistic images that marked
his early style. He also began a career as a novelist. During this
period he and Beckett became friends.
In his new paintings, Yeats reworked thirty-year-old political
sketches to convey the inherent contradictions of the human condition. His images grew increasingly complex and resistant to sum-
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was deeply disruptive. Finally, and of no small consequence, Beckett moved to depression London during the devils decade. He
witnessed not only vast starvation and poverty and many useless
marches once again, but also the governments vast indierence to
momentous cries for help. He experienced ethnic prejudice, as well:
They always know youre an Irishman. [Their] tone changes. The
taximan says, another sixpence, Pat. They call you Pat.
Becketts exile, in every instance, seems to have elicited his exquisite sensitivity to the suering around him. If, during his happy
childhood, he was aected by the plight of vagrants, the mentally ill,
and the wounded veterans of World War I, and later, by the poverty
and discrimination in Belfast, the sheer magnitude of destitution in
depression London intensied his unhappiness. At about this time,
Becketts beloved half-Jewish uncle, Peggys father, felt suciently
threatened by Nazi activity to leave Germany. Beckett had long been
interested in the Jewish plight. Joyce had frequently spoken of himself as a Jew, and he equated the Jews and Irish as persecuted peoples, as mentioned above. And in London during 1933, the press was
lled with headlines regarding the beginning of Hitlers consecrated
preparation to conquer the civilized world, including Nazi bloodbaths, Nuremberg rallies, book burnings, and separate schools for
Jewish children. As Richard Ellmann noted, forty years after the
war the subject of Jewish suering made Beckett weep. A line
from Waiting for Godot reects the sensibility of one keenly aware of
the dierent fates life bestows: Remark that I might just as well
have been in his shoes and he in mine. If chance had not willed
otherwise.
Beckett did survive the terrible London crisis. He underwent psychoanalysis, developed sustaining friendships, and read a great deal.
He pursued a career in journalism, writing scholarly and literary
reviews; he published translations and began his novel Murphy.
His rst collection of short stories, More Pricks than Kickssome of
which were reworkings of the unnished Dream of Fair to Middling
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crucial in his swift decision to resist the German evil actively, rather
than accept it passively, when Hitlers troops moved into Paris. Perhaps he thought, as Vladimir says in Godot, Let us not waste our
time in idle discourse! . . . Let us do something, while we have the
chance! It is not everyday that we are needed. . . . At this place, at this
moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. . . . Let
us represent worthily for once the foul brood to which a cruel fate
consigned us!
In November 1940, he joined Alfred Pron in the Resistance in
Paris. In both occupied and unoccupied France, the expurgation of
the Jews was escalating. At the same time, many organizations were
printing anti-Nazi propaganda, and many action groups carried out
sabotage activities. Beckett was one of the earliest to join in these
resistance groups in 1940.
Beckett was always reluctant to discuss his war activities, but one
can review them as they emerge out of the historical record of World
War II. His Paris group, Gloria, was funded by Special Operations
Executives (SOE) Prosper. (Winston Churchills SOE oversaw all
underground activities in the occupied nations, and its only requirements were that its non-French agents speak impeccable French and
have a thorough knowledge of French culture.) The Resistance
scholar Henri Michel reports that Gloria, like the other small circuits, retained its autonomy and conducted business as it wished.
The same independence was true of Etoile, another group with
which Beckett was associated. All the same, as M. R. D. Foot reports,
Gloria, again like the other small circuits, looked to Prospers leaders, Franois Suttill, a poet, and Armel Guerne, a translator, for arms
and supplies. Although the leaders met regularly with resisters at a
black market restaurant near the Arc de Triomphe and at a caf near
Sacre-Coeur, some of Guernes intellectuals, like Samuel Beckett,
had the intelligence and the security sense to lie low.
Becketts specic assignments with Gloria at rst involved collecting information, sometimes in code, regarding German troop
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could connect his past with the nation that was to become his future,
permanent home.
The Allied invasion of Saint-L was possibly the most momentous epoch in [humanitys] annals. The once-beautiful Saint-L,
now a grotesque funeral pyre, was a charred and broken world, every
landmark transmuted into ash. The Saint-Lois had illustrated the
combination of human misery and human resiliencethe absurd
victorythat Beckett would shortly write about. The townspeople
had achieved liberation through unspeakable suering. They had
sustained the bizarre paradox of a relatively peaceful, if humiliating,
enemy occupation, followed by a destructive, if liberating, victory.
Gratitude at salvation, freedom gained at the cost of incomprehensible despair, would be an ingredient of Becketts future tragicomedy:
a gloss, perhaps, on Luckys lucky relationship to the brutal Pozzo
in Godot.
Ultimately, Becketts experience in Saint-L provided him with a
long-awaited equanimity, in a larger, metaphysical sense. It gave him
a sense of balance, of what in Godot he would call the tears and
laughter of the worldthe black-comic alternation of elation and
despair that is the individuals lot, as well as the nature of history.
Stephen Dedalus in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man denes
Aristotles pity in tragic emotion as the feeling which arrests the
mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human
suerings and unites it with the human suerer. He then denes
the accompanying fear in tragic emotion as the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in
human suerings and unites it with the secret cause. Joyces distinction between pity for the suerer and fear for the cause
might well have been the terms of reference with which Beckett long
identied. But in Saint-L, I suggest, he witnessed a living example
of the human capacity both for destructiveness and for stoical forbearance, courage, humanity, and even humor in the face of brutal
forces. It must also have stirred resonances within him of what he
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had rst seen as a youth in Dublin and Belfast and later, as an adult,
in London, Germany, and wartime France.
Beckett arrived in Saint-L at the beginning of the construction
project. The workers were to build one hundred makeshift wooden
huts to be used for hospital facilities; they would plant owers
and trees. The patients were survivors of bombings and concentration camps, and all suered from tuberculosis and the diseases of
wartime.
When the supplies arrived174 tons of equipment, including six
ambulances, a utility wagon and lorry, and medications like penicillin and blood serumBecketts rst tasks included picking them
up; he also drove sta to and from various destinations and did
whatever was called for. He performed all his duties with enthusiasm and generosity. He met new arrivals from Ireland in Dieppe in
his large Ford V-8 utility wagon and drove them to Saint-L; he
greeted them with enormous bags of plums, grapes, and pears.
When more supplies arrived, Beckett worked alongside both local
laborers and the one thousand German POWs on loan from the
French government; in fact, he wore the same uniform the prisoners
did. They sorted, stacked, and made stock cards for the 250 tons of
supplies that had arrived. Becketts activities in Saint-L, as described by those who worked with him, attest to those attributes that
became associated with him for the rest of his life: generosity, kindness, a sense of responsibility, and modesty. Jim Ganey, an attending physician, described Becketts general caring and good nature:
[Beckett] is a most valuable asset to the unitterribly conscientious
about his work and enthusiastic about the future of the hospital; [he]
like[s] a game of bridge and in every way [is] a most likeable chap,
aged abut [sic] 3840, [of ] no religious persuasion; I should say a
free thinkerbut he pounced on a little rosary beads which was on a
stall in Notre Dame to bring back as a little present to Tommy D. It
was very thoughtful of him.
After Beckett returned to Paris, his great creative siege began. He
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wrote the radio speech The Capital of the Ruins (June 10, 1946), occasioned by Dublin press coverage of Frances ostensible lack of appreciation of the Irish eort in Saint-L. Becketts intention, clearly
reconciliatory, was to praise both the French and Irish. His decision
to make a public statement, however, exceptional for this man, and
the nature of that statement deserve close inspection, for Beckett is
atypically explicit in his personal and philosophical reections. We
know in retrospect that the end of the war marked a major turning
point in his life. In this speech, Beckett went beyond the Saint-L
experience to express a vision derived from his entire life thus far. He
would later say that he wrote from impotence and ignorance, but
there is a sense here of his wisdom and self-condence. Perhaps for
just this moment Beckett experienced a sense of knowing and a
conviction of his own courage. Perhaps these were to be the foundation for his retreat to the room, during which he engaged the world of
his imagination. Beckett was forty when he wrote the speech.
In this beautiful and moving statement, Beckett exalts both the
comfort to be drawn from the inward human capacity to surmount
circumstances of the utmost gravity and the sustenance to be given
and gained in moments of camaraderie. In addition, he sets forth
several articles of faith that will resonate throughout his great works
to come. The rst is his awareness of the human capacity to endure
the caprices of circumstance: What was important was not our
having penicillin . . . [but] the occasional glimpse obtained, by us in
them [the patients] and, who knows, by them in us . . . of that smile at
the human condition as little to be extinguished by bombs as to be
broadened by the elixirs of Burroughes and Welcome, the smile
deriding, among other things, the having and not having, the giving
and the taking, sickness and health. The smile deriding . . . the
having and not having would become, in Waiting for Godot, that
which enables humanity to face the fact that the tears of the world
are a constant quantity. The smile also enables the consolation one
derives from the corollary truth: The same is true of the laugh.
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Becketts second point seems to be that while the material universe is provisional and ephemeral, acts of mundane generosity are
not: The hospital of wooden huts and its gardens between the Vire
and Bayeux roads will continue to discharge its function, and its
cured. Provisional is not the term it was in this universe become
provisional. It will continue to discharge its function long after the
Irish are gone. Beckett seems to be extolling the human impulse to
give of oneself to the suering. It is this that is a steadfast thread in
the human fabric, an aspect of life that is not provisional. Implicit in
this remark is Becketts contrast between the abiding nature of the
human spirit and the transitory trappings of worldly power, between
the permanence of generosity and the impermanent edices of the
material world. Also implicit here is his faith, as he again writes
in Waiting for Godot, that regardless of circumstance, humanity
will represent worthily the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us.
In perhaps his most optimistic statement, Beckett declares that
the act of giving uplifts the giver as well as the recipient: Those who
were in Saint-L will come home realising that they got at least as
good as they gave. This may be our salvation as we await Godot.
Beckett would proceed to evoke artistically increasingly sparse
human habitations, and his worlds and its gures would seem to
pale in comparison with, say, Joyces grand invocations of human
possibility. But Beckett, perhaps more so than Joyce, had come to
understand the limitations imposed upon the individual by powerful
and eternally unpredictable inner and outer forcesthat is, the limits posed by the absurdity of the human condition. In this remarkable radio speech, Beckett denes what we will come to intuit in his
later work as lifes redeeming virtues. The individuals fate may be
provisional and the course of history may be provisional, but the
smile that derides the conditional is not. Its source is in the human
spirit, and from this come healers of a moment: those who build
hospitals, those who dance a jig, and those who would entertain a
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reader. The hospitals, like the dancers and the names of ctional
characters, will fade, just as the names of the ordinary Irish and
French patriots will be forgottenbut the spirit that moves them
will not.
Finally, as a man of specic place and originalways rooted in
this world and certainly not an artist-would-be-god or an unworldly
aestheteBeckett stresses that the Irish in Saint-L demonstrated
the best part of human nature, that quality that seeks not to dominate or desolate but rather to heal and console. With evident Irish
pride he adds, I think that to the end of its hospital days, it will be
called the Irish Hospital, and after that the huts, when they have
been turned into dwellings, the Irish huts.
At the end of the speech, revealing what was perhaps for him the
crucial wisdom that would direct his future work, he adds, I may
perhaps venture to mention another [possibility], more remote but
perhaps of greater import . . . the possibility that [those in Saint-L] . . .
got indeed what they could hardly give, a vision and sense of a timehonoured concept of humanity in ruins, and perhaps even an inkling of
the terms in which our condition is to be thought again. These will have
been in France (emphasis added). The willingness to give of oneself
to the suering is not only an abiding part of human nature. It is also
the very means through which one can gain an inkling of the
mystery of the human condition.
When Beckett wrote this speech, he had already resigned his post
at Saint-L and was settled in Paris. The speech was thus one of his
earliest postwar writings. Indeed, his earlier remark about the endurance of the Irish spirit and his nal reminder that these lessons
will have been consummated in France reconcile the land of his
origin with the land of his destiny. In addressing our condition . . .
to be thought again, Beckett braced himself for the great creative
task now facing him. Waiting for Godot would follow shortly.