“Beckett will not hear of being interviewed, whether orally or in writing. I fear that on this he is not to be budged. He gives his work, his role stops there. He cannot talk about it. That is his attitude… . One must take him as he is.”
Repeatedly, Beckett insists that his writing speaks for itself:
“I know no more about this play than anyone who manages to read it attentively… . I do not know who Godot is. I do not even know if he exists. And I do not know if they believe he does, these two who are waiting for him.”
‘The Letters of Samuel Becket,’ reviewed by Michael Dirda
