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David
Hayman
Beckett:
Reluctant
Sitter
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knew, an action surelyworthy of respect.On the other hand, he has conrefusedto giveinterviewsor to makepublic appearances,has avoided
sistently
all sortsof publicityand mixedwith the world only on his own terms.This
is amply documentedby the book underconsideration,as is the pain caused
Beckettby untowardpublicity.
One mightthinkthat these proceduresand that anguishwould at the
very least protecthim until afterhis death. But thanksto the indefatigable
DeirdreBair,we now have beforeus a bulkybiographyloaded with answers
to all the questionswe didn't dare ask and some we never even thoughtof.
No matterhow we may regardthe invasionof privacy (one mightcall it
investigativereportage) or ratherthe abuse of good will suggestedby Ms.
Bair's procedures(by now so well publicizedthattheyneed not be recapituto our knowllated), we mustagree thatthisbook contributessignificantly
edge of the man and even illuminatessome aspectsof his work. It is usually
wise to discountby fiftypercentbiographers'claims as purveyorsof light
to purblind critics,but certainlyBeckett's agonizing relationshipwith a
powerfulmother,togetherwith the psychosomaticillnessesand the psychoanalysisthatwere its classic side effects,throwinto sharp reliefcertainparticularlydarkcornersof hisminorprose.They also affectour readingof the
Beckettcanon and will probablystimulatemore people to read furtherand
deeper.
If thisis hardlythe flawlesswork announcedby the criticscited on the
dust jacket, we must rememberthat the author makes no claims to being
definitive.(One of my colleaguescalls thisbook "materialsfora biography.")
Given the reticenceof her subject, who apparentlygrantedher few interviews and was at no pains to supplementthe informationsuppliedby those
of his friendsand relationswillingto cooperate,we may wonder that there
are so few obvious lacunae and so littlepadding. On the other hand, much
credit must be shared with Beckett,whose lettersto Thomas
McGreevy
enliventhe core of the book, especiallythe treatmentof the troubled
prefameyearsand Beckett'sreactionsto the encroachmentof fame.
McGreevy
was a man to whom Beckettfeltattuned,and Ms. Bair had access to the entire correspondenceof over three hundredletterswhich she
freelyquotes
and frequently
paraphrases.In many cases, these splendid lettersparallel
Beckett'screativewritings,for he transfers
passagesfromtheminto his fiction and drama,fromthe briefestimage and scantiest
phraseto whole paragraphs.Reading theseextractsand knowinghow Beckettmanagesto include
memorableand characteristicutterancesin even the briefestcard, one can't
help lookingforwardto the day when theseletterswill be availablein their
entirety.
What, we may ask rhetorically,does one expect? What can one expect
froma literarybiographytoday? How does this effortmeasure to such
up
expectations?A biographyshould obviouslygive us freshinformationand
insightson and into the subject's background,youth, education,contacts,
and development.It should also set the work withinthe contextof the life,
illuminatetheirinteraction.Ideally, as Joyce put it, a biographicalportrait
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man who lost his legs, his sight,and the use of his arms to diabetesbut retained his wit and cheerfuldispositiontill he died. Beckett was so attached
to thisuncle that (though the tripis not mentionedby Bair), he claims he
traveledto Dublin for his funeral.Perhapshe was also fascinatedby the terrible way life has of imitatingart. Of equal interest,because equally fresh,
is the account of how he spentthe war years,the modestywith which he
downplayedhis heroism,and the consistencyof his motivesin behavingas
he did. In fact, consistencyin and throughcomplexityruns like a thread
throughoutthis portrait.Beckett has been utterlyconsistentout of a profound need to be true to himself.This is evidentalso in the account of his
relationshipwith his wife Suzanne,which began afterthe writerwas senselesslyknifedby a pimpin Paris.Accordingto Bair (but not to others) it has
remaineda curiouslyseparate-but-equal
ever since. Consistency
arrangement
is also evidentin the account of Beckett's comic/tragicrelationshipwith
JamesJoyceand his daughterLucia. The information
suppliedby Bair could
supplementthatin Ellmann'sbiographyand fillin lacunae in the correspondence. Unfortunately,
as we shallsee, its value is diminishedby errorswhich
are bound to suggestcaveats.Finally,in additionto a careful
accountingof
Beckett'swriting,thereis a usefuland enlighteningpiecing togetherof accountsof his oversightof productionsof his plays. Once again we are struck
by the picture of a surprisinglyself-assuredman demandingof actors the
ultimateagainst-the-grain
effortto repressmuch of theirtrainingin the service of eccentricbut powerful dramaticeffects.In short,there are
plenty
of good thingsin thisbook, and no Beckettenthusiastor scholar can afford
not to read it.
This havingbeen said, we must also note some flaws.
Throughout the
book, but particularlyafterthe lettersto McGreevy have driedup, the reader gets whiffsof the dissertationpox, traces of the card file
generatingfrequentlyboringcataloguesof facts (Beckett'strips,visitshome, the medical
problemsof both Beckettand Suzanne,his visitsfromIreland,contactswith
relatives,etc.). These are occasionallyfleshedout with dubious passages of
which could only be justifiedif backed up by
mind-reading
correspondence.
Since Bair's sources of informationfor the recent
years have been meager,
however,a large chunk of the book is very arid reading,containinglittleor
nothingthat illuminatesthe human situation.And since this happens to be
the period duringwhich scholarsand criticshave had the most to do with
Beckett,I am certainthat much was lost because the author failed to approach-or got no help from-manyof Beckett's academic friendsand acquaintances:scholarslike Raymond Federman,Richard Ellmann (who gets
in thesepages), and Hugh Kenner (whose work is obliquely
roughtreatment
rejected).
There is throughoutthis biographyan antiacademicbias which
may
stem from an avowed distrustof critical
approaches which lack the biographer'sinside view. Yet, one wonders why those of them who have had
real contact with the author'ssubject, even those who
may not have had
Beckett'sseal of approval,would not add somethingto thisaccount and con-
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adducing conclusionsfromdetailsof the life.At timessuch detailsand conclusions are genuinelyhelpful,if only in bolsteringthe insightsof critics.
Here, where we are lucky enough to findbits of diaryor letters,or conversations,we can see what Beckettwas readingand what he valued in literature: theJournalof JulesRenard,theworksand personalityof Samuel Johnson, and the early work of Louis-FerdinandCline (who, he told Peggy
Guggenheim,was the foremostwriterof our centuryafterJoyce). Unmenare the Portuguesepolypoet Fernando Pesoa and
tioned,but also significant
van Gogh as letterwriter,etc. The biographicalsources for images and deof unpublished
tails,the lifepatternsrepeatedin thework,and the treatments
and, in some cases, hithertountreatedmanuscriptsare all of value. Less useful are the extendedplot summariesand the value judgmentswhich reflect
And thenthereare the all too frequentglarverylittlecriticalsophistication.
ing errorsand misreadings.
Her biographicalfixationleads Ms. Bair to make statementslike the following concerningBeckett's hilariousand disturbingwartimemasterpiece
Watt:
At timesit vergeson autobiography.. . . There are descriptions
of the countrysidearound Foxrock, allusionsto his boyhood
and constantreferencesto the seasonalcycles of the plantsand
animalsof Ireland. At other times,Watt is only an academic
exercisefor a vital mind hemmedin by the accident of war,
which restrictedhis residence,access to books, friendsand
family.
It is hardto believethatso carefula craftsmanas Beckettis would allow academic exercisesto be printed.Ms. Bair goes on to state that in purginghis
styleof Joyce (which he actually,thoughperhapsnot so consciously,did),
Beckett "concentratedfor [sic] a single meaning,explicit,immediatelyapparent. . . and with profoundimplicationfor his own personalexistenceas
well as for the universalaudience." This is certainlytrue,but the emphasis
is misplaced.Beckett's transparent-seeming
utterance (like that of Kafka)
pointsup its universalimplicationsand subvertsany singlemeaning.In summarizingthe plot, Bair makes significanterrors,omittingfromher account
the openingsequence with its portraitof threeestablishment
zanies and the
oblique glimpseof Watt throughtheireyes,tellingus thatWatt "is firstencounteredin a railwaystation."I submitthatthe hunchbackedMr. Hackett
is a surrogateforSam, who admitsto tellingthe last partof the tale at Watt's
dictation.The note sounded by Sam and the Hackett/Beckettrhyme are
surelysignificantfor both biographerand critic,and the opening sequence
with its resoundingnon sequitursis easily as importantas the concluding
pages of "Addenda" over which criticscontinueto puzzle.
It is worthnotingthatMs. Bair has scant sympathyfor the novels after
Murphyand none forthesecond halfof the earlierMore Pricks Than Kicks.
For her,onlyMurphyis a "carefullycraftednovel"; it alone meritsa chapter
by itself.But even here the bias is evident:
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