Beckett: Storming for Beauty by John Banville | The New York Review of Books

The second volume, in which Sam emerges from WW2, from the unspeakable (unamable) phantasmagoria of war, to maturing self-reflection and a close study of the craft of writing (in the footsteps of his literary father, James Joyce)

Beckett: Storming for Beauty by John Banville The New York Review of Books

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