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Three Novels: Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable

This collection includes three interconnected novels that delve into complex philosophical concepts, examining the nature of existence, the limits of language, and the search for meaning in a chaotic world. more

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Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett

Samuel Beckett was an Irish novelist, playwright, and poet, widely regarded as one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. His works are characterized by their minimalist style, existential themes, and use of language. His most famous works include 'Waiting for Godot' and 'Molloy'. Beckett was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1969. more

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