Introductory readings

I regularly write here about Samuel Beckett and Arthur Schopenhauer, but not only to air my own perspective. It is my hope that my readers themselves will also be drawn to seek out their writings. But as always, I don’t know what happens on the other side of this connection, and I will try to offer some encouragement and direction to their work briefly here.

I am assisted in this by the fact that both Schopenhauer and Beckett wrote for what used to be called “the common reader” rather than a coterie or academic audience: to those readers who may find an affinity with their art regardless of cultural or educational background. This was not the case at first: Schopenhauer’s first book, On the Fourfold Root of Sufficient Reason, was a doctoral dissertation written in pursuit of an academic degree and position; Beckett’s early audience was in part academic and in part the community of readers that surrounded Joyce. This renders their early work somewhat opaque to the newcomer. But both writers, not too much later in their careers, abandoned these academic and coterie readerships and addressed, it seemed, anyone who cared to pick up their books. They remain rich in reference, but the new reader ignorant of their references may still be profoundly moved by this work. Current reputation and the sheer number of their books still make these volumes formidable and forbidding. There’s no reason this should be the case. Herewith, a few roads in for my own common readers:

Schopenhauer’s masterwork is The World as Will and Representation, but again, its 600 pages of the first volume alone, followed by another 700 of volume two, may put off the reader new to him. Fortunately there is Penguin Classics’ Essays and Aphorisms, edited by R.J. Hollingdale, which collects several pieces from Schopenhauer’s late Parerga and Paralipomena in a trim and highly readable 240 pages. While the anthology includes no excerpts from WWR, Hollingdale’s introduction places these essays in the context of Schopenhauer’s wider thought, and the book provides a taste of Schopenhauer’s sprightly and lyrical style. With luck, the reader will then be drawn to the first volume of WWR, which is available in three good recent translations: E.F.J. Payne’s (until recently the standard English translation), Richard Aquila and David Carus’, and the new translation in the Cambridge series (which will likely become the new standard English version). Payne’s is the least expensive and most secondary literature in English refers to it.

In 1976 Grove Press published Richard Seaver’s anthology of Beckett’s early- and mid-period work I Can’t Go On, I’ll Go On. Although obviously lacking anything from the final and perhaps most brilliant decade of Beckett’s career, I Can’t Go On … does offer samples of a variety of Beckett’s work, including his poetry and criticism; many of the longer works are here in excerpted form, but the complete texts of Waiting for Godot and Krapp’s Last Tape are included, along with shorter prose and dramatic texts. Seaver’s introduction and his headnotes to each of the selections are illuminating and helpful to the Beckett newcomer. After this, and before tackling the Three Novels of the late 1940s, the reader might wish to read the three early stories in Stories and Texts for Nothing, which predate and introduce the style and concerns of the “trilogy.” The three late novels collected in Nohow On, finally, are essential to a full understanding of Beckett’s project.

The secondary literature for both these writers is voluminous, and those who feel that they’d like to get their feet wet before confronting Schopenhauer and Beckett themselves can choose from a range of introductory texts. Christopher Janaway’s Schopenhauer: A Very Short Introduction from Oxford University Press is, at a mere 137 pages, an excellent and nicely illustrated precis of Schopenhauer’s work addressed to the newcomer. While David Cartwright’s 2010 biography is a fine read (my review is here), the more concise and less expensive Arthur Schopenhauer by Peter B. Lewis will be published soon in Reaktion Books’ series of short biographies (and will be reviewed here in due course). This gives me the opportunity to note Janaway’s insightful note on Schopenhauer and may give the reader a clue as to how to approach WWR once ready to do so:

Many have found Schopenhauer’s philosophy impossible to accept as a single, consistent metaphysical scheme. But it does have great strength and coherence as a narrative and in the dynamic interplay between its different conceptions of the world and the self. … Thomas Mann likened Schopenhauer’s book to a great symphony in four movements, and it is helpful to approach it in something of this spirit, seeking contrasts of mood and unities of theme amid a wealth of variations. Certainly there have been few philosophers who have equalled Schopenhauer’s grasp of literary architecture and pacing, and few whose prose style is so eloquent. (8; emphasis mine)

While James Knowlson’s biography of Beckett is indispensable, it is also very long. Those seeking a shorter, if more idiosyncratic, introduction to his life will find Andrew Gibson’s 2009 life in Reaktion Books’ Critical Lives series quite enlightening (my review is here). There are few short introductions to Beckett’s work as good as Janaway’s on Schopenhauer; John Calder’s monograph The Philosophy of Samuel Beckett captures both the man and the writer quite well. Calder was, for decades, the publisher of Beckett’s prose work in Great Britain and a close confidant of the writer’s. It is worth seeking out.

Christ and the Children

Emil Nolde: Christ and the Children

Emil Nolde: Christ and the Children. 1910. Oil on canvas, 34 1/8 x 41 7/8″ (86.8 x 106.4 cm). In the collection of the Museum of Modern Art, New York. Click on the image to enlarge.

In facing the children, Christ in Emil Nolde‘s 1910 painting is turned away from us. He is also turned away from the figures at the left; the title of the painting encourages us to guess at the identity of these adults. They may be anonymous onlookers; they may be the disciples. Apart from the faces of the children (and the face of a mother at top right), the clearest is that of the face of the adult at far left, looking off, perhaps unable or unwilling to turn his attention to Christ and the children. He appears to be engaged in conversation (about what we can’t say). If these are the disciples, the face of this adult may be that of Judas. Also because of the title of the painting, which leaves these adult figures unidentified, we may be encouraged to remember that Judas, too, was once an infant and a child.

Nolde’s painting is mentioned in Dr. Mark Nixon’s Samuel Beckett’s German Diaries 1936-1937, published by Continuum last year and one of the most elegantly written and persuasive volumes of Beckett scholarship issued in the recent past. (Due to that price, those of us without a Kindle are thrown back on the resources of our local libraries.) Dr. Nixon notes that Christ and the Children was one of the German Expressionist paintings that Beckett saw during his 1936-37 trip to Germany. Beckett wrote in his diaries on 19 November 1936:

[the] clot of yellow infants, long green back of Christ (David?) leading to black & beards of Apostles. Lovely eyes of child held in His arms. Feel at once on terms with the picture, & that I want to spend a long time before it, & play it over & over like the record of a quartet. (140)

Dr. Nixon is preparing an edition of the diaries themselves for Suhrkamp, scheduled to be published in 2015. Rhys Tranter has more on this at A Piece of Monologue.

Upcoming: Beckett in New York

Sounding Beckett, a program that combines three late Beckett plays with new works by contemporary composers, will open at the Classic Stage Company on 14 September 2012 and run through 23 September. The brainchild of Joy Zinoman, founding artistic director of Washington DC’s Studio Theatre, the evening will present productions of Ohio Impromptu, Catastrophe, and Footfalls with a cast that includes Kathleen Chalfant, Philip Goodwin, Ted van Griethuysen, and Holly Twyford; Ms. Zinoman directs. Following the stagings, new compositions inspired by the plays will be performed by members of the Cygnus Ensemble: the composers are Chester Biscardi and Laura Schwendinger (Footfalls), David Glaser and Laura Kaminsky (Catastrophe), and John Halle and Scott Johnson (Ohio Impromptu). The project grew out of a performance that took place at the Library of Congress earlier this year. Tickets are now available here, and more information is available at the Web site for the project here.

Returning to New York next season will be Fragments, Peter Brook and Marie-Hélène Estienne’s production of five short texts by Beckett, as part of the 2012-2013 Theatre for a New Audience schedule. This will open on 21 April 2013 and run through 5 May; it is an encore performance of the production which played at the Baryshnikov Arts Center last year.

Below, two related notes, both from 2011.


Did Samuel Beckett “embrace” life in all its pleasures and joys? Director Peter Brook thinks so, according to an interview in the 20 March 2011 issue of the Boston Globe:

“They thought he was a sort of austere and rather forbidding, monk-like figure who looked at everything with a dark eye and saw nothing but human misery,” Brook said … . “And to find this man who loved women and good drink and good food and lived in Paris for choice, and was always every morning in a cafe, where he would be sitting enjoying himself with various friends, this man was not that.”

Likewise the work, said Brook. He has been convinced for 50 years, ever since he saw the New York premiere of Happy Days, that there is “a shining thread running through” Beckett’s plays, even a capacity for joy. That it’s been largely overlooked, he said, is the fault of the existentialist movement.

“It was part of the human climate of the time,” explained the director, speaking from experience. In 1964, Brook directed the RSC’s Theatre of Cruelty season. “This was a time when in Europe there was a feeling that optimism was a bourgeois luxury that was too easy, and that the truth was something tougher and harder, and that the world’s bourgeoisie were refusing to look this in its face.”

Brook engages rather dangerously with the biographical fallacy (as well as misinterprets existentialism, which certainly sought to engage with society for its improvement, to the extent that many of its founding members, including Jean-Paul Sartre, were Socialists or Marxists) — that the life, in this case Beckett’s gregariousness, contains at least one primary key to the work: “I knew Beckett, and I found him a man of enormous humanity and humor and a really good companion and friend. Nothing was more enjoyable than to be with him,” Brook says. Because Beckett’s kindness, generosity and delight in some bourgeois pleasures are well documented, both critics and audiences have found this a singular means of finding that “shining thread” as evidence of a hilarious Beckettian optimism, as if Beckett himself were only a slightly more reticent Brendan Behan.

Arthur Schopenhauer, too, loved a good wine, a fine dinner and a good play; but does this necessarily undermine the pessimistic character of either his work or Beckett’s? Because both writers surveyed the vast spectrum of human experience, there are moments of joy and happiness to be found in the work of both writers, but do they outweigh the darker conclusions to which their writing leads? It has been my experience that those of an ordinarily melancholy disposition in their work are, as people, excellent companions: often witty, quick to find a joke in the darkest conversation, and genuinely compassionate. But it has everything to do with the man, and the way in which he believes human beings should conduct themselves among others, and not the writing, which describes the ways in which human beings normally conduct themselves among others. Especially in early Beckettian prose, let alone the early drama, there’s considerable comedy: the spectacularly unfortunate Lynch family of Watt, the apparent reference to Jonathan Swift’s feckless Lemuel Gulliver in the Lemuel that concludes Malone Dies.  But I must say this “shining thread” is exceedingly hard to come by in the post-1962 plays Play, Not I, Footfalls, A Piece of Monologue, Rockaby (the climactic line “fuck life” being the shining thread of joy here, I suppose), Ohio Impromptu, Catastrophe or What Where; or the post-1962 novels How It Is (especially here), Company, Ill Seen Ill Said, or Worstward Ho. These works constitute by far the majority of Beckett’s mid-career and late work; and perhaps one is reminded of film director Sandy Bates‘ frustration with an audience that is sorry that he’s stopped making movies similar to his “earlier, funnier” films.


Those who are constrained to find anything that can be defined as “joy” or “happiness” in Samuel Beckett’s work may have a formidable opponent in the author himself. (Perhaps one finds “courage,” but that’s a different quality entirely.) Beckett’s friend Harold Pinter once asked the dramatist to comment on the form of his work; Beckett replied in a letter: “If you insist on finding form [for my plays] I’ll describe it for you. I was in hospital once. There was a man in another ward, dying of throat cancer. In the silences I could hear his screams continually. That’s the only kind of form my work has.” In this one finds an echo of Rothko’s description of his work, which I paraphrased in an essay written in 2009 and which appears in my book Word Made Flesh: “Once, an observer called Rothko’s canvases of bright yellows and oranges optimistic ‘celebrations.’ Rothko responded that these colors, to him, were the colors of an inferno.”

It is not hard to discover the reason for the continuing, perverse misreadings of Beckett’s and Rothko’s work, but according to the artists themselves these are deliberate misunderstandings. Hypnotized by the surface qualities of comedy and beauty, not to mention the celebrity of these two artists (for no truly sensitive and cosmopolitan person, of course, could fail to admire this work), spectators remain on these surfaces and refuse to acknowledge the tragic qualities beneath. But the spectators lack the very courage of the artists themselves to confront the darkness at the center of these visions. If Beckett’s work were truly conceived from the perspective of Beckett’s own pessimism, as Rothko’s, it’s unlikely that the work would continue to be produced at all in the current atmosphere of a Culture Industry dominated by optimism above all things. The names Rothko and Beckett, as well as their work, are co-opted by this Industry, which utilizes them to their own blinkered ends. They represent not a will to power, or a will to life, or a will to express, but a will to renunciation and resignation, to transcend the screams through silence.

Follow-up and Fridays with Henry: Part 2

On 29 June I presented a YouTube version of Samuel Beckett’s 1982 television play Nacht und Träume, and in apologizing for its poor quality I recommended that “some enterprising distributor [should] collect [Beckett's television work] on a DVD.” A kind reader writes to point out that just such a DVD was published by the German house of Suhrkamp in 2008; the set includes several television plays written and directed by Beckett for Süddeutschen Rundfunk, as well as a booklet of essays by Gilles Deleuze and Dietmar Kammerer. Those with all-region DVD players can purchase the disk here.

Earlier this week I published “A brief Wallace Shawn primer”; it was, as things on the Internet often are, incomplete even as I posted it. The current Summer 2012 issue of The Paris Review features an extended interview with Shawn by the New Yorker‘s Hilton Als; those interested in American drama will also note that the same issue features an additional extended interview with Tony Kushner by Catherine Steindler. It is available for purchase at the Paris Review‘s Web site here.

Below is Part 2 of the 1948 interview with H.L. Mencken, Part 1 of which I published last week.

From the archives: Revolting

About a year ago I published the below notes on theatre and revolution; I take this opportunity as well to recommend the new edition of Georg Büchner’s work from W.W. Norton, published in April 2012 and likely to become the standard source. Along with the texts of all of Büchner’s major drama and prose, it also includes an excellent selection of primary and secondary source material with commentary from Bertolt Brecht, John Houseman, Thomas Bernhard, and Rainer Maria Rilke, as well as the texts of four Georg Büchner Prize talks by Paul Celan, Christa Wolf, Heiner Müller, and Durs Grünbein. At $15.00, it’s easy to recommend.


Occupy Wall Street protestors march up Wall Street towards the New York Stock Exchange on 26 September. Photo: AP Photo/Louis Lanzano.

UPDATE, 21 October: If you’re coming here by way of the Guardian, you may wish to access the eight posts via this convenient list:

The introduction follows below.


The Occupy Wall Street protestors have now issued a laundry list of grievances and demands (this just before 700 of them were arrested trying to cross the Brooklyn Bridge by foot yesterday, according to the Web site maintained by the group). It is clear that the action is not yet over, but it is by no means clear what the future will bring. My own personal reaction to all this aside, the occupation does have obvious parallels with 1960s actions like the Pentagon protest of 1967 — I’m old enough to remember some of the coverage of these protests, but reaching a conclusion about the efficacy of these protests is impossible. So one will wait and see.

My own bailiwick is drama and the theatre, and one of the essential critical documents of the 1960s theatre is Robert Brustein’s The Theatre of Revolt, published in 1964 by Little, Brown & Company, back when major publishing houses thought that such things as idiosyncratic general surveys of modern world drama deserved dissemination among a general readership. At the time of its publication, Brustein was an academic, just a few years away from founding the Yale Repertory Theatre, which in the 1960s and 1970s was among the most provocative university theatres in the United States; his stewardship of this theatre paralleled a dynamic period of public revolt on university campuses and in the urban streets. [1] The Theatre of Revolt itself is a document of criticism and not as much a political meditation as Brustein’s later books such as Revolution as Theatre: Notes on the New Radical Style (1971). And it bears re-reading, even now.

But the discourse underlying contemporary public protest has changed. And because theatre and drama can be forms of contemporary public protest themselves, this discourse is of considerable interest. Some books, such as Dan Rebellato’s Theatre and Globalization, have rigorously examined at least some of the outlines of this discourse. At 112 pages, though, this book must describe wider outlines of the concern rather than individual dramatists.

Unlike Brustein’s 1964 book. “The purposes of this book are threefold,” he wrote in the foreword: “To examine the development of a single consuming idea or attitude in eight modern playwrights; to analyze the work of these writers in depth; and to suggest an approach to modern drama as a whole.” Most of the eight playwrights that Brustein selects — Ibsen, Strindberg, Chekhov, Shaw, Brecht, Pirandello, O’Neill, and Genet (along with Artaud) — flourished in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries in a theatre culture which by 1964 had largely disappeared. Ibsen, Strindberg and Chekhov revolted against a stultified Victorian-era drawing room realism; Shaw, Brecht and Pirandello against Ibsen, Strindberg and Chekhov; O’Neill against the ameliorist American stage; and Genet against just about everything. This is a vast oversimplification, but a useful one in following Brustein’s argument. In the first chapter of the book, Brustein traces the source of this revolt to the Romantic period, spiced significantly by Nietzsche’s philosophy. This neo-Romantic revolution placed the individual rebel at the center of the stage during a period of catastrophe. “If the theatre of communion climaxes with a sense of spiritual disintegration, the theatre of revolt begins with this sense, inheriting from the Western tradition a continuity of decay in an advanced stage,” Brustein writes. “Similarly, if the theatre of communion incorporated fearful visions and agonizing prophecies, these have all been realized in the theatre of revolt. Lear’s eloquent madness has degenerated into the insane babbling of Ibsen’s Oswald; Leontes’s momentary jealousy has become the pathological obsession of Strindberg’s Father … the melancholy of Hamlet quickens into the painful anguish of Pirandello and the black despair of O’Neill; Iago’s half-world becomes the whole world of Jean Genet. No and nothing and never — Lear’s repeated negatives — are now the modern dramatist’s vocabulary of refusal, as he labors to cast off his legacy of dissolution. … The theatre of revolt, then, is the temple of a priest without a God, without an orthodoxy, without even much of a congregation, who conducts his service within the hideous architecture of the absurd. … Instead of myths of communion, he offers myths of dispersal; instead of consoling sermons, painful demands; instead of a liturgy of acceptance, a liturgy of complaint.”  [2]

Brustein’s own neo-Romantic vocabulary still describes an alternative to contemporary theatre, which continues to offer myths of communion, consoling sermons, and liturgies of acceptance, at least on American stages. But The Theatre of Revolt emerged from a different period of history. If one were to describe a theoretical Theatre of Revolt now, it would require a different perspective, a different set of cultural and philosophical assumptions; a great deal of historical water has flowed under the bridge.

One of the things that is immediately clear is that the neo-Romantic individual rebel, standing and saying no to the corrupt world surrounding him, would not stand a chance because the very idea of the individual, and the efficacy of any revolutionary political action, is more problematic than ever before, and became so long before the Postmodernists wiped him from the map. While Romanticism validated the individual identity, Modernism dissected it (literally, in the case of Brecht’s Man Equals Man and more recently Martin Crimp’s Attempts on Her Life). As the poetry of Pound and Eliot and the prose of Joyce exemplified, the individual is protean and fragmented, not integrated, and the deity of Nature in the urban environment is as absent as the deity of the personal God. Instead of the impersonal storm at sea, the individual faces the impersonal monolith of the city, self-aware that he is as much a product of it as an antagonist to it. Earlier, in his 1946 The Playwright as Thinker, Eric Bentley proposed that Ibsen and Wagner exemplified the two streams of modern drama in the late nineteenth-century, reacting to late Victorian culture in their work. But there the integrity of the individual was conceived as a certainty — now, that integrity is no longer an a priori given. (Indeed, the protestors at Zuccotti Park — renamed “Liberty Square” for the occupation — have assiduously attempted to prevent the rise of individual leaders of the movement and speak and act as a collective. It is the collective that operates, not the individuals in it.)

That was before the Modernist conception of man, influenced by the work of Marx and Freud even more than Nietzsche, infused theatre and drama with its ambivalent perspective on politics, social change, and the individual himself. The shaping of the personality by the forces of ownership and labor, as well as the irrationality that lay at the heart of human consciousness, invalidated the integrity of the individual consciousness even as it opened new possibilities for personal and social experience. The Romantic portrait of the individual rebel was shattered — it was left to Modernism to examine the shards, shards which were exhibited in The Waste Land, the Cantos and Ulysses (to say nothing of Finnegans Wake). By the time these works were published, however, several of Brustein’s dramatists were long dead, and a few more were dying. And the Second World War, with its Hiroshimas and Auschwitzes, extending the technological devastation of the First World War on a massive scale, were still to come.

The philosophical foundation for a contemporary Theatre of Revolt would also be different. The possibility of the emergence of a conceptual Nietzschean Übermensch has become ever more distant, and it is of particular interest that his philosophy plays a lesser role in contemporary drama than those of Marx (whom Brecht systematically studied early in his career), Schopenhauer (whom Beckett systematically studied early in his career), and Freud. The Wille zur Macht is an ambivalent chimera, a hopeless hope, in the context of mass media and mass culture which assimilates protest into Culture Industry titillation. Finally, it is this mass media and mass culture, disseminated through electronic media, that differentiates the period of Brustein’s criticism from that of the present day, accompanied by the rise of a post-industrial capitalism that has seen the alternative of socialism and communism fall by the wayside as a valid oppositional ideology.

If one were to rashly presume to reconceive Brustein’s seminal work fifty years later, which eight playwrights might stand as examples of this changed dramatic landscape? “I should declare that my selection was guided partly by principle, partly by prejudice,” Brustein says of his selection. “I believe these eight dramatists to be the finest, most enduring writers in the field; and I was determined not to include any playwright who would not be read fifty years hence.” I will take the same guidelines for my own selection, and keep the field, as Brustein does, to eight, even though in the end arguments could be made to limit the field to two, or widen it to twenty. It is an arbitrary number, but for the sake of consistency and parallelism, let it be eight. I will list them here in the coming days, with brief explanations for my selection; others would no doubt offer different dramatists with just as valid a claim to inclusion.

On the Internet, to borrow a phrase, of the making of lists there is no end. But I will resist the temptation to make this as foolish and ultimately useless a project as, say, Anthony Tommasini’s list of the Ten Greatest Composers of All Time — that’s cocktail-party talk masquerading as criticism. I make no claim that these are somehow the greatest, or the most influential, or the most important, only that they share traits that exhibit the sense of revolt that Brustein describes, but for our own time. I don’t mean to impugn Brustein’s criticism with the charge of archaism — in fact, many of the dramatists I’ve selected share most eloquently in that sense of “existential revolt” that Brustein describes as “the final phase” of his own thesis:

In the last stage of the modern drama, existential revolt, the dramatist examines the metaphysical life of man and protests against it; existence itself becomes the source of his rebellion. The drama of existential revolt is a mode of the utmost restriction, a cry of anguish over the insufferable state of being human. [3]

Indeed, I hope that I extend rather than contradict Brustein’s thesis. If I don’t have the time to write this book myself, it may anyway provide a useful path for others.

Footnotes
  1. Brustein wrote an excellent memoir of this period in 1981, Making Scenes, which along with Peter Hall’s Diaries details the politics and personalities involved in the making of a large institutional theatre like Yale’s or, indeed, London’s National Theatre. Both are worthwhile reading for anyone interested in the comparison of American and British theatre cultures and the means by which they are expressed in non-commercial theatre. []
  2. Robert Brustein, The Theatre of Revolt: An Approach to the Modern Drama. Boston: Little Brown and Company, 1964, p. 6. []
  3. Brustein, p. 26. []