by John K, May 25, 2005 12:38 PM
Here is the great masterpiece of prose by Irish legend and Nobel laureate Beckett. At times it is a disturbingly funny sojourn through the devastation of mortality. Other times it leaves you feverish and paranoid about the horrors of simplicity and the whimsy of life. Beckett was a genius whose attention to detail left nothing untouched. In this trilogy, three pure works of literature that cannot be separated from each other, he broke down the barriers of minimalist prose and built a giant monument to the human condition. Each time I read this collection of novels I am less and less sure of whether I should be laughing, crying, or even breathing.