February 2012
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Fathoms from Anywhere →
“I don’t find solitude agonizing, on the contrary. Holes in paper open and take me fathoms from anywhere.” So wrote Samuel Beckett to Nancy Cunard on 26 January 1959. That land—“fathoms from anywhere” is like no other land in literature. It is consistent from work to work, as are the people who inhabit it. But within the homogeneity of background, of character, of theme, are subtle shadings of...
January 2012
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