All My Life I Have Lied. I

The Novel Is Resilient, And So Are Novelists.

Sleep Is Uncanny, I Have Always Found It So, A Nightly Dress-rehearsal For Being Dead.

I Don't Own A Kindle, No. I Love Books, They Are Beautiful Objects.

If They Give Me The Bloody Prize, Why Can't They Say Nice Things About Me?

Throughout The 1960s And 1970s Devoted Beckett Readers Greeted Each Successively Shorter Volume From The Master With A Mixture Of Awe And Apprehensiveness; It Was Like Watching A Great Mathematician Wielding An Infinitesimal Calculus, His Equations Approaching Nearer And Still Nearer To The Null Point.