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The Beckett Landscape


Article # : 15199 

Section : MODERN THOUGHT
Issue Date : 4 / 1989  4,139 Words
Author : Hugh Kenner
Hugh Kenner is professor of English at Johns Hopkins Univesity and the author of many celebrated books, particularly on Ezra Pound.

       That Beckett's art is quintessentially Irish is a fact that goes generally unrecognized because his dialogue shuns stage-Irish fancy dress. The Irishness we're readiest to recognize comes in talk like Sean O'Casey's in The Plough and the Stars: Here we have Fluther, exclaiming loudly, "Excited? Who's gettin' excited? There's no one gettin' excited. It would take something more than a thing like you to flutther a feature o'Fluther." It is also found in J.M. Synge's The Playboy of the Western World when Christy, the eponymous playboy, states: "Ten thousand blessings upon all that's here, for you've turned me a likely gaffer in the end of all, the way I'II go romancing through a romping lifetime from this hour to the dawning of the judgment day."
       
        Such quaintness isn't thinkable on a page of Beckett's, whose most famous play opens with a bare declaration: "Nothing to be done."
       
        Yet what would one day be the stage conventions of Waiting for Godot young Beckett studied from the stalls of Dublin's Abbey Theater in the mid-1920s. By that time the Abbey, which had opened in 1904, was no longer the Cause it had once been for W.B. Yeats and Lady Augusta Gregory. A scruffy-looking little hall with eccentric sight-lines and a seating capacity of about five hundred, it had dwindled into being a shrine to its own past. Putting in an evening there was just an alternative to the newfangled cinema. Bankruptcy was fended off by O'Casey revivals (which drew crowds); otherwise, the Abbey kept itself occupied with recycling its legendary repertoire (which didn't).
       
        There, in his student days, Sam Beckett saw the O'Casey tenement plays, all the work of J.M. ... (1996 of 23605 Characters)
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