Samuel Beckett never courted the spotlight, yet the light always found him — a Nobel Prize, a place in the canon, and the dubious honor of having his work reduced to clichés about “bleakness.” To speak of Beckett as a prophet of despair is to miss the subtler, stranger truth: he was, above all, aContinue reading “Samuel Beckett: Silence, Language, and the Edge of Nothingness”
My World of Interiors 