Robin Moroney’s March 12 review of The Letters of Samuel Beckett has a very cool wrap-up:
As enjoyable as it is to have such additions to the Beckett canon, it is disconcerting how haunted these letters are by the Beckett who might have been: the one who listened to his instincts and his relatives and tried [...]
Well, happy for many of you, I’m sure. This is what I was greeted with this morning:
Yup. That’s the snowy view from my window.
Sorry if the image is a little blurry. I was being, um, interfered with.