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4.12 of 5 stars 4.12  ·  rating details  ·  2,884 ratings  ·  219 reviews
Molloy was written by Samuel Beckett initially in French; only later was it translated into English. It was published shortly after World War II and marked a new, mature writing style which was to dominate the remainder of Beckett's working life. Molloy is divided into two sections. In the first section, Molloy goes in search of his mother. In the second, he is pursued by ...more
Paperback, 243 pages
Published November 1st 2001 by Suhrkamp (first published 1951)
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Brent Legault
I had this book with me while at the beach. The beach was cold. It was mid-spring and it was New England. I stood and I looked at the sea. The sea looked grey.

First, I put the book in my front-right pants pocket. Then I took it out, transferring it to my right shirt pocket. I then removed it and put it in my left-front pants pocket. I let it sit there for a minute while I measured the waves and then I took it out and again put it into my right-front pants pocket. Then I immediately pulled it out
K.D. Absolutely
Feb 14, 2014 K.D. Absolutely rated it 4 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommended to K.D. by: 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die (2006-2012)
Very interesting novel. Definitely hard to read but it's worth all the while. I struggled to find time to read this as there are so many other books that you don't need to repeat reading many lines because they are easier to understand. However, reading Beckett is like reading Joyce (James). The struggle makes them different. It is as if, they wanted to be different from all the rest. They wanted to give us a memorable experience that we would never get from reading easy-to-understand mainstream ...more
There are certain great novels that trap you in a character’s head. Smothering you, allowing for no air other than the dank pollution of a character’s inner workings. Think Simenon’s Dirty Snow, or Camus’ The Stranger, or Ellis’ American Psycho. Often, in these works, the author allows for some light, a small shaft of air, to help the reader find their grasp, to feel a sense of place and reality. There is still a linear flow to the story or details that ground the story in the reader's mind. Mol ...more
4.5 stars
I struggled to finish this, and each time I wanted to stop I, somehow, felt compelled to read on. “Just one more and I’m putting this down,” I said to myself more than once. Molloy (both the fictional character and the book) are strange, and I’m going for an understatement here.

Beckett allows his literary cup to runneth over throughout the book. On paper, he brings chaos to life, and thus satisfies the Great God of Rambling through describing, down to the infinitesimal detail—and unapo
Excruciating. I'm thinking about starting a shelf called Books-That-Piss-Me-off. Oh, Beckett can write. The first section (Molloy), has a weirdness that suggests great literature, and for all of Beckett's reputation for being an austere writer, he can be quite lyrical. Let's see: glimpses of Dante, especially with the position of the sun, Sophocles (I think), World War I (I think), and, being Irish-Modern, shit. Excepting the last, the others kept me going, intrigued to see where Beckett was lea ...more
I thought a lot while I was reading this. I thought about birth and death, the body and ageing, fathers and sons, mothers and nature, duty and freedom. I believe that a book that makes me think is a great book. Full stop.

Some interesting quotes:
pinpointing one of the interesting dilemmas about writing autobiography: "...that must again be unknown to me which is no longer so and that again fondly believed, which then I fondly believed, at my setting out. And if I occasionally break this rule, it
ساموئل بکت
سهیل سمی
نشر ثالث
سامویل بکت انچنان مشهور و محبوب است که نیازی به تکرار محسناتش نیست.نثر عجیب و منحصر به فرد او و محتوای اثارش که هنوز پس از گذشت این همه سال اینچنین غریب و تازه مینمایند شاهدی بر نبوغ شدید این نویسنده بزرگ است .بکت علاوه برسه نمایشنامه معروفش (در انتظار گودو ،دست اخر و اخرین نوار کراپ) معمولا با تریلوژی (مالوی،مالون میمیرد،نام ناپذیر)در جهان ادب مشهور است .سه گانه ای که هنوز پس از گذشت شصت سال از زمان نوشته شدنش هنوز تازه و دست نیافتنی جلوه میکند.
مالوی اولین کتاب ا
Daniel Stafford
What a book! Seriously…I need to read the next two within this trilogy, for I am now intrigued.

The book has two main characters. First is a vagrant named Molloy who is trying to reach his mother's place. The other is a private detective named Moran who is very obsessive and loathing.

The first part of the book is from Molloy's perspective and is only two paragraphs long, which spans for over 100 pages. In it, his legs change shape, he sucks on stones, he becomes imprisoned and let go, makes resid
Little did I know when I started this book on Sunday that it would loom so large in my mind. (I had started several times before, but I wasn't ready for it until now.)

The narrative is divided into two roughly equal parts, of which the first is incomparably better. It follows the peregrinations of one Molloy as he lives the life of a lowly, semi-demented (but not entirely) derelict in some Irish market town, possibly called Bally. The first paragraph is roughly normal in size; the second one run
Molloy is a book of little moments and large discomfort. On the whole, I'm not sure what to make of it, though judging by the number of tabs I used to mark passages that I like, I enjoyed myself along the way. The discomfort comes from the nature of the two narrators who, to me, remain separate though the case could be made for their sameness. The first, Molloy himself, is a dirty and destitute man, a creature of muck, his thoughts as stuttering as his crippled walk. The second, Moran, is an ove ...more
Someone asked me about the relationship between the two parts of the novel Molloy. This is my answer, which feels very tautological. It's posted in other places but I'll post it here as well. Overall, what is typical of any work of Beckett is the apparent absence, impossibility, or instability of real connections: relationships are flawed and imperfect, goals are impossible to achieve, words no longer signify anything, actions are devoid of any real intent. Molloy and Moran are similar to each o ...more
Cuando empecé a leer ‘Molloy’ pensé que me iba a aburrir, sobre todo por la primera parte que es bastante dura; Beckett nos introduce en la mente de un tipo bastante trastornado, y eso resulta una experiencia cuanto menos curiosa y desquiciante. Pero según vas leyendo y le das una oportunidad a la historia y sigues los pasos de Molloy, termina arrastrándote en su vorágine de sinsentidos, absurdos y paranoias varias.

‘Molloy’ es el primer libro de una de las trilogías mas importantes del siglo XX,
One of the most interesting books I have ever read, it isn't a book that you read for fun/light reading. It is a novel unlike any I have ever read because its true purpose is not the plot conveyed, as it is with most books, but rather it is about the language play within the text. As a meta-language piece it is profoundly innovative and interesting. The inter-play between french and english is in and of itself interesting, and the way that our given language relates to our self and the self that ...more
One of the funniest books ever written. Unlike CATCH22 or THE GOOD SOLDIER SCHWEIK,Beckett's humour in MOLLOY is centered on his favourite modern archetypes: vapid cowards, obsessive compulsive casualties of bourgeois dominance, petty sadists and self-crippled misfits leading ordinary lives,ever obedient to the official authorities.

On the whole, I think MOLLOY is even funnier than CATCH22. IMO, a lot of the problem with reading Samuel Beckett lies with his liberal interpreters (conservatives--fo
Pooya Kiani
همه چیز نوشتن از هیچی. همه چیز رو از هیچای نوشتن. همه ی قوتی که توی ضعف برای نوشتن نهفتهس. همهی تلخی مدام زندگی توی این پیوستهمتنِ ضدرمان هست و به رخ کشیده میشه. فوقالعاده و شاید غیرقابل تکرار. اینکه چطور یک نفر به چنین تسلطی در ادبیات و بیان میرسه شاید هرگز کشف نشه. آفرین به سهیل سمی و ترجمهی خوب و شسته رفتهش. ...more
This is definitely one of the most amazing books I've had a chance to read. It's crazy, bizarre and yet very skillfully written and complex. Somehow it manages to grasp all those thoughts that appear and disappear within one second, thoughts that actually cannot be said, because they are more like a flash, then a clear idea of something.
Probably it would be for the best if I read other 2 parts of trilogy and then judge the whole package.
John Molina
Molloy was definitely one of the more difficult and fun books that I have read. The book is devoid of plot and the two central characters in the novel, Molloy and Moran, contradict themselves so often that it is difficult for the reader to get a clear understanding of who the characters truly are. Beckett has his characters contradict themselves in an attempt to prove that words are meaningless. He has his characters say one thing and then contradict that same thing, ultimately having his charac ...more
Jeff Buddle
Let's say that this review has begun. No, I do not want to say that. It is not possible to say that. It is not possible to say anything with certainty nor is it possible for this review to have begun with that sentence. A review cannot begin unless begun elsewhere. Where elsewhere? Do I even mean elsewhere? That is not for me to say. I suspect that this review is little more than a continuation. Everything continues after all. So little begins. That this is merely the next part of a review is my ...more
It's difficult to write a review. No it isn't. What's true is that two nights ago a dog bit my hand. This is how it happened. I don't want to tell how it happened. It was St. Patty's Day and, avoiding the drunk tarts and jocks on South Street, I went home to my family (in a town I don't remember the name of) and had corn beef and mashed potatoes. My little dog got into a fight with my Auntie's dog and when I pulled them apart, I got a nice chunk bit from my arse. Which was really my hand. So it' ...more
"مالوی، منطقه تو وسیع است، تو هرگز از آن خارج نشده ای و هرگز هم خارج نخواهی شد و به هر سو که سرگردان شوی، و در حریم مرزهای دوردستش به هر کجا که بروی، همه چیز همیشه همان خواهد بود که هست."
صدو سی صفحه بدون پارگراف پر از یکنواختی و بی معنایی زندگی.
علیرغم فرم و محتوای نگارشش ، حداقل بخش اولش همچنان جذابه؛ توصیف ها و فضاسازی های فوق العاده ای داره؛ اون قسمت مکیدن سنگریزه ها و دغدغه اش در مورد تحوه توزیع سنگریزه ها تو جیبهای شلوار و کتش خیلی خوب بود.

ظرف زمانی داستان باید برا اروپای بعد از جنگ جهانی دو
Beka Sukhitashvili
შეუძლებელია რაიმე გითხრათ, რაღაც რევიუს მსგავსი, პატარა ჩანაწერიც კი შეუძლებელია. ეს არის ყველაფერი და არაფერი, ისევე როგორც ბეკეტი მთლიანად.

"საერთოდაც ხომ ასეა: გგონია, რაღაცა უკვე ყელში ამოგივიდა, მაგრამ სინამდვილეში ძალიან იშვიათად ხდება ასე. ადამიანის ბუნება უცნაური რამაა."

"მთელი ცხოვრება ჩირქიანი ჭრილობების შიშით გავატარე, მე, ვისაც არასოდეს არაფერი დამჩირქებია, იმდენი შხამი მაქვს დაგროვებული."

"არაფრის ცოდნა არაფერია, არაფრის ცოდნის არნდომაც ეს არის, მაგრამ თუ საშუალება არა გაქვს, რამე გაიგ
Leo Robertson
When I was a wee guy, I used to watch my big bro play Tomb Raider on the Sega Saturn- wait, was given the honour of watching rather than playing, because I was a permanent player 2 as the younger bro. The Sega Saturn has like bugger all memory on it, so you could only see Lara and about two feet in front of her and the rest of it was just darkness. And I was too scared to play the main game with the wolves and that, I just did the training level in her mansion and made her swan dive off the balc ...more
Jose Luis
Segunda lectura y me sigue dejando la sensación de arena que se escapa entre los dedos, de tener que hacer un alto en el camino. Queda la música de las palabras y las sensaciones. Es como literatura de otro planeta, como oír hablar en un idioma desconocido y entenderlo.
Marita Mazanishvili
კითხვა დავიწყე და რამდენიმე გვერდი ისე წავიკითხე, რომ მივხვდი, ვერაფერს ვიგებდი. გვერდით გადავდე, თავგზა ამებნა. არ მიყვარს წიგნების "შუა გზაში" მიტოვება, ამიტომ კიდევ ახლიდან დავიწყე, იმ იმედით, რომ ახლა მაინც არ გადავდებდი გვერდით. არც გამიდია, თუმცა ხშირად მქონდა სურვილი გავჩერებულიყავი და ზუსტად "შუა გზაში" მიმეტოვებინა. მაგრამ რაღაცამ მაინც წამაკითხა, იგივე რაღაცამ, ადრე რომ ფოლკნერი ბოლო ფურცლამდე ტანჯვით და წვალებით ჩამაყვანინა.

თუკი ეძებთ სიმყარეს, სიზუსტეს და თანმიმევრულობას ამ წიგნში მა
The human Self is not an unvarying thing, not a single unity. It is a synthetic whole, a synthesis synthesizing itself from disjoint elements of perception, body, state of mind, self-consciousness. The synthesis is effected by the continuity of memory and action, by transcendental apperception of self, by one’s conscious idea of oneself, by reification in the gaze of the Other, and by a unifying conceptual framework, both one’s own and that of the social whole. Beckett examines this synthesis by ...more
Motivated to read by Anecdotal Evidence article.

`The Heart Beats, and What a Beat'
Elberry comments on Thursday’s post with a choice selection from Beckett’s Molloy:

“And I should be sorry to give a wrong idea of my health which, if it was not exactly rude, to the extent of my bursting with it, was at bottom of an incredible robustness. For otherwise how could I have reached the enormous age I have reached. Thanks to moral qualities?
Monthly Book Group
Most found this book totally irritating and frustrating – just completely aggravating - and one reader had vowed never to read Beckett again. The book was not hateful, but it was repetitive and rambling, with no beginning or end, and nothing achieved. Its lack of structure meant it was very difficult to read in small chunks – and one member had regularly fallen asleep in trying to read Part 1 at night.

One member, who claimed the eccentricity of always finishing a book once started, found “Mollo

I just finished Molloy yesterday, and am eagerly moving on to the next two books in Beckett's trilogy (Malone Dies, and The Unnameable). This is my second go at the trilogy, or thirteenth depending on how you count false starts. The many years have made a difference.
I think Molloy is a book you have to be ready for in some important way--at least this is true for me. The style is daunting --one 87 page paragraph; a sharp break in scene and story, related only tenuously. I understand why some fi
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Samuel Barclay Beckett was an Irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, and poet, who lived in France for most of his adult life. He wrote in both English and French. His work offers a bleak, tragicomic outlook on human nature, often coupled with black comedy and gallows humour.

Beckett is widely regarded as among the most influential writers of the 20th century. Strongly influenced
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