Samuel Beckett is unhappy.
April 13th, 2006
Santa Cruz, California
Received by F.A.B.
I am here, Samuel Beckett [a famous twentieth century writer].
You know that I was honest about myself and about life. You also know that I had no comprehension whatsoever of spiritual truth, alas! This spirit world has been so very difficult for me. Please pray for me.
I don’t see any good my writings can do humanity. All I can do is to encourage you to persevere in your quest for Truth, and don’t let writers like me dissuade you.
With great unhappiness, Samuel Beckett
Samuel Barclay Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989) was an Irish dramatist, novelist and poet. Beckett’s work is stark, fundamentally minimalist, and, according to some interpretations, deeply pessimistic about the human condition. The perceived pessimism is mitigated both by a great and often wicked sense of humour, and by the sense, for some readers, that Beckett’s portrayal of life’s obstacles serves to demonstrate that the journey, while difficult, is ultimately worth the effort. Similarly, many posit that Beckett’s expressed “pessimism” is not so much for the human condition but for that of an established cultural and societal structure which imposes its stultifying will upon otherwise hopeful individuals; it is the inherent optimism of the human condition, therefore, that is at tension with the oppressive world. His later work explores his themes in an increasingly cryptic and attenuated style. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1969 “for his writing, which — in new forms for the novel and drama — in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation”. (Source: Wikipedia)