320 pages, Paperback
First published January 1,1984
I had a really weird experience while reading this. On one hand, I found myself thinking that Beckett should be regarded as first and foremost a comic writer. And I don't mean just tragicomic; I really think he has a strong comical side. However, on the other hand, I also found some of these pieces, like All That Fall and Eh Joe, genuinely just too depressing to read with any enjoyment. It seems that Beckett wasn't a very fun guy, even though his biggest influence was Charlie Chaplin.
I will say that the most relatable piece here for me is Quad. I often have the feeling that I'm like a guy manically darting around an open hole with my buddies for what seems like 100,000 years. It's a strange and yet familiar sensation that Beckett manages to capture in this piece.