I had forgotten much of that book after so many years - my paperback was worn and shabby next to this beautifully produced, slim, and over priced volume. Having accomplished that pleasant task, however, the new story was entirely readable. I have no idea why it was rejected and hidden for so long. It is hard to keep i I found it essential after attempting and failing to get to grips with this new story to re-read all of More Pricks Than Kicks, for which this was proposed as a final story.
It is hard to keep in mind how radical this writing was in It is quite unlike the other stories, far more surreal and disjointed. But having said that, the other stories are quite unlike each other. The publishers could have saved me a fair sum had they inserted this final story in their original volume and stopped fussing. The author, intruding in the story, refers to this as the "fagpiece" and "a little triptych. Happily, it makes lots of concessions to humour and the joys of wordplay.
I saw no point referring to them while I read the story because it is not terribly important to me to know what every word ought to mean but, disappointed to reach the end and have no more, I took some pleasure in reading through the notes for their own sake. It is curious to see the books Beckett was reading and that influenced him.
I sometimes sympathise and think we have a far more interesting range available to us today. He might have enjoyed Goodreads. On the whole, I think that Beckett fans will want to snatch this book from the shelves, but before too long it makes far more sense to produce a complete version of More Kicks than Pricks and place this story where it belongs.
I fail to see who would want to read it out of context or make head-or-tail of it if they did. If, like me, you are a fan then you may find the article on my blog helpful before you buy the book. Apr 07, Michael rated it really liked it. One always approaches this kind of thing with trepidation. It is a transitional work.
It is firmly under the shadow of Joyce. It is wonderful. I kinda loved this weird missing link between the sorta Joycean but with more dark humor and puns early Beckett and the later, minimalist I-write-in-French-so-as-to-eschew-style Beckett with which we are much more familiar. As the copious introduction will no doubt inform you, this page text was written at the request of Chatto and Windus to "flesh-out" the already patched-together collection of tales, More Pricks than Kicks which, in its turn, was partly culled from the aborted well, unpubl I kinda loved this weird missing link between the sorta Joycean but with more dark humor and puns early Beckett and the later, minimalist I-write-in-French-so-as-to-eschew-style Beckett with which we are much more familiar.
As the copious introduction will no doubt inform you, this page text was written at the request of Chatto and Windus to "flesh-out" the already patched-together collection of tales, More Pricks than Kicks which, in its turn, was partly culled from the aborted well, unpublished first novel Dream of Fair to Middling Women. Recoiling in horror from this tripartite romp of posthumous ranting from the collection's reoccurring protagonist Belacqua Shua, the editor allowed this poor tale to languish unpublished until Faber came out with this spiffy hardcover edition in , fleshed out into a book in its own right with the aforementioned historical and critical introduction and the laughably copious notes.
Taken the right way, with a boulder of salt--I even have to wonder if Beckett didn't specifically write it to offend and challenge said editor--it's quite a crazy lark showing just how clueless, free, and without concern for his audience a great writer can be. If you've read Beckett's early verse, which is similarly dense with literary referents almost all rendered absurd through pun and wordplay--not to mention dirty jokes and nihilism , then you'll have a leg up on the style here.
Crazy, funny, off putting and peppered with the words of literary giants brought to their knees via fart jokes. In sum, it's more or less the end of Western Civilization in 51 pages. Good riddance! When Becket's story collection "More Pricks than Kicks" was accepted for publication, he was asked to add one more story to fill out the page count. He wrote this story, and it was rejected, so the book was published without it. The ten stories of More Pricks all center on Belacqua, one of Beckett's memorable leading figures, and ends with his death. Rather than add a filler story in the middle of the collection, Beckett used this story to tell three stages of Belacqua's afterlife, including mee When Becket's story collection "More Pricks than Kicks" was accepted for publication, he was asked to add one more story to fill out the page count.
Rather than add a filler story in the middle of the collection, Beckett used this story to tell three stages of Belacqua's afterlife, including meeting a giant and sitting on his own tombstone while talking to a man who was robbing his grave. For sure, the story is strange, and one could argue it plays as an odd end to Belacqua's story. I found this story fascinating and, considering Beckett's love of Dante, it was fitting.
An excellent little book. Dec 19, Robert Hubbard rated it really liked it. Things written in this style always beg the question, "Is the emperor truly naked, or am I missing something? Interesting and one I need to keep a dictionary nearby to read. Is it a short story? Is it something else entirely? As is true of many examples of modern art, this piece is for the very well read, the very well educated and those who are bored with the ordinary.
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It's a lovely book and I am enjoying re Unusual. It's a lovely book and I am enjoying reading it. Is it important art? I dunno, it might be bullshit It was initially rejected for being a "nightmare" and "too disturbing". I loved it. Eliot and Joyce, as well as the story of Echo and Narcissus from which the title comes from.
Jan 16, Wayne Lai rated it liked it. It wouldn't be fair to rate this any lower due my lack of knowledge, but this book has proved to be a tremendous challenge, even more so than The Sound and The Fury, A Clockwork Orange, though I have yet to read Ulysses. Plus this is my first contact with Beckett's work, and I'd like to read more of his, any pointers for this newbie?
Apr 13, Rotsoc rated it it was amazing. This book is about a guy who died and is now dead. He goes through vulgar, comic adventures. These adventures, along with all the descriptions and the author's comments, are actually references to great works of art. This, I did not understand. Great book. Mar 21, Erik Brown rated it really liked it. Has he tried saline? I can't say I connected with the story on any level.
Dec 26, Samuel M. I haven't read the earlier stories in the series yet. I'm interested to see how they compare. To use an older maymay: dick jokes, dick jokes everywhere. A pretty fun, crazy, amusing story. The annotations are a tad much, but it does showcase how Beckett was heavily influenced by a Joycean style of writing at this point of his life.
I picked up this book because I want to read more traditional Irish literature, and Beckett is nothing if not traditional. But this story reads like the thoughts of a man who died while on an acid trip. Dec 12, Venky rated it it was ok Shelves: bibliocase. Beckett decided to salvage a few excerpts from an earlier work of his titled "Dream of Fair to Middling Women" that was alienated consistently by many publishing works, and put together the eleventh story as requested for by Prentice.
Within three days of receiving this story, Prentice politely declined to publish it by stating that "it was a nightmare" which was "just too terribly persuasive".
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Eighty years of obscurity later, "Echo's Bones" makes an appearance courtesy Mark Nixon, the director of the Beckett International Foundation at the University of Reading. It is not at all hard to fathom as to why Echo's Bones was given the cold shoulder when it was first offered to the publishers. An extraordinarily fragmented story with a frightening criss-cross of genres, Echo's Bones is convolution extraordinaire.
It is so hard to even find a connecting thread of cohesion that links the pages.
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The very fact that a 51 page story needs to be accompanied by a 70 page annotation speaks volumes about the intricateness of the work. More Joycean in its rendition and more complicated than the most obstinate of riddles, Echo's Bones poses a formidable challenge to both patience and perspicacity. Calling itself a 'triptych', Echo's Bones revolves around the experiences and exploits of a resurrected man named Belacqua. Once released from the bondage of death, Belacqua proceeds to have involuntary trysts with a prostitute, a giant Lord who is incapable of procreation and who demands Belacqua's 'assistance' to birth his progeny and a groundsman named Doyle, whom Belacqua witnesses sitting on the latter's own headstone.
Echo's maze is a whorl of incomprehensible words, irreverent wit and inconvenient wisdom. Without an introduction and the handy annotation it is close to impossible to even attempt a reading of this singularly peculiar story that would make you tear your hair out in vexed exasperation and sheer futility. As a mild example, just try digesting this passage: "Belacqua did as he was bid, because a little bird told him, do you see that his hour had come and that it would be rather more graceful , not to say more sensible to take it by the forelock, and looked down on a bald colossus, the Saint Paul's skull gathered into a ropy dundraoghaires and a seamless belcher, dangling to and fro that help to holy living a Schenectady putter, clad in amaranth caoutchouc cap-a-pie, a cloak of gutta percha streaming back from the barrel of his bust, in his hand a gum tarboosh".
I rest my case. Oct 27, David Cowling rated it liked it. When it was released a few years ago, almost all reviews of Echo's Bones seemed to begin by sympathising with the publisher Charles Prentice, who upon reading Beckett's extended short story for the first time rejected it so strongly that afterwards he felt an irresistible pity and apologetic deference towards its poor author.
Please write kindly. Lord Gall is the classic Beckettian tyrant, a proto Pozzo, but so ludicrous in both deportment and dress he trumps them all. Gall, the blundering, terrifying tree dwelling aristocrat, is the highlight of the piece, with his tarboosh, his alcoholism and his ostrich Strauss.
You get the feeling the author threw all of his hatred for the eccentricities and monstrosities of privilege into this portrayal. It is hard to understand , from a distance of 80 years, why Echo's Bones was rejected as unpublishable or unintelligible, or even shocking, when it is really not that much different than the rest of the stories in More Pricks Than Kicks, or different only in that the main character Belacqua is, sort of speak, "resurrected.
Beckett, as we know, started his career under the influenc It is hard to understand , from a distance of 80 years, why Echo's Bones was rejected as unpublishable or unintelligible, or even shocking, when it is really not that much different than the rest of the stories in More Pricks Than Kicks, or different only in that the main character Belacqua is, sort of speak, "resurrected. Beckett, as we know, started his career under the influence of Joyce, and he indulged in wordy displays of knowledge about, well, anything that came into his mind.
Fortunately for his reputation, and our enjoyment, he did not continue on that well-trodden path, and created his own, leading in a totally opposite direction. And the rest is History. So Echo's Bones is of academic interest to Beckett scholars, readers, fans alike, but little more. Also, it should not be read alone, but as part of the collection it was intended to close out. The clues to the story's import are imbedded in the preceding tales. It is also of interest to note some of the vaudevillian pathos present in it that would later beef up his greater, mature, works like Waiting for Godot , The Unnamable.
But this is Beckett avant Beckett and it is well worth reading it, if for nothing else, to be thankful he did not continue on that path. Jan 04, Rachael Gilkey rated it liked it. It was not, however, published with it. I read it without having read the original collection, and though I think that would have helped me understand what he was doing with his character Bellacqua a bit better, it is ultimately not necessary to still delight in a youthful, Joyce-influenced Beckett prose that deal Though published summer , this is one of Beckett's earlier prose works he was 27 when he wrote it , originally written as the final story of his collection MORE PRICKS THAN KICKS.
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I read it without having read the original collection, and though I think that would have helped me understand what he was doing with his character Bellacqua a bit better, it is ultimately not necessary to still delight in a youthful, Joyce-influenced Beckett prose that deals in resurrection, witty prostitutes, giants battling impotence and grave robbing sort of.
The notes at the back were sometimes helpful, though with roughly 10 references to check per page of story, I found it better to get into the flow of it for a few pages and then fill in all the gaps in spurts. Essential reading for Beckett enthusiasts. This story gets us ready for Malloy but it's definitely not Lost Ones or Godot. This is a very transitional piece so if you want to see when he began to change, this is a good story to read. It harnesses an immense range of subjects: science, philosophy, religion, literature; combining fairy tales, gothic dreams, and classical myth.
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