Why did I love this book?
I found Molloy an impossible book many years ago. But picking it up again, I found it a swift and hilarious read.
It is a commentary on the ridiculous challenges of existence, and the associated horrors of bodily dysfunction. Molloy drags himself around with stiffening legs, although he manages a brief joyful bicycle ride before his further descent into hell. A detective called Moran searches for Molloy in the second part of the book, although Moran is transformed slowly into Molloy, I think.
Molloy is the first volume of a trio of increasingly difficult novels written by Beckett in the 1950s. It offers a continuous stream of Beckett’s consciousness, but the precision of his language, the attention to detail in every sentence, make this a remarkably entertaining book.
2 authors picked Molloy as one of their favorite books, and they share why you should read it.
Molloy, the first of the three masterpieces which constitute Samuel Beckett’s famous trilogy, appeared in French in 1951, followed seven months later by Malone Dies (Malone meurt) and two years later by The Unnamable (L’Innommable). Few works of contemporary literature have been so universally acclaimed as central to their time and to our understanding of the human experience.