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I used to love Beckett. But I went to a production of Endgame a few years ago, and realised I was disabused. It's not drama; more performance art. Still it's worth reading to the end of his trilogy for the last sentence.
I don't understand: you no longer like him because his work is something other than that which you thought it was?
The Trilogy is extraordinary. I saw a dramatisation of it during the Brighton festival. It needs no more than a man on a stage for the words to shed their light.
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