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The book as a whole can be broadly said to outline and explore the reason and self of each character and how these things only make sense within the context of the meaning of existence as a whole. Molloy's reason is abnormal from the outset of the novel. He does things without knowing why; he constantly questions himself back and forward without reaching a conclusion as he sees no objective basis for selecting one option above the other. Molloy is driven by the purpose of finding his mother, but has no reason for doing so and no idea where she currently is. Through the character of Molloy (and later Malone) Beckett points to the absurdity of action without objective morality or purpose: that reason after the death of God in European society is stranded without a final goal for action. We chase goals that have no fundamental purpose and there is no overarching goal that can truly be said to be a rational foundation for action. In this state of affairs, we either end up psychologically paralysed or we make decisions for no solid reason apart from that life demands action. The second half of the book follows Malone. At first Malone strikes the reader as a man that is extremely rational and is driven by first religious beliefs. He is horrendously hypocritical and ambitious, but unlike Molloy he makes decisions for a reason and therefore has a kind of internal consistency. However, as the book progresses Malone begins to buckle under the unbearable weight of the expectations that he places on himself and others and the absurdity of life. Malone is sent by an organisation to find Molloy. His quest for Molloy seems rational at the outset but slowly reveals its absurdity as Malone has no idea why he is chasing Molloy or what he is supposed to do with him once he finds him. Eventually Malone becomes more like Molloy. He ceases to care about what happens to his body yet finds a kind of peace from the acceptance of the lack of purpose in life. In one beautiful passage Malone expresses his delight at the dancing of bees and his endless study of this; Malone says that this will remain beautiful as he won't destroy his delight in the unknown of how the bees communicate; he contrasts this to how humans have destroyed the delight of God by turning God into a larger version of a human being. At some parts of the book Beckett makes it seem that Molloy could actually be the psychologically transformed version of Malone: both use crutches due to stiff knees and are estranged from their sons. After some reflection I decided this was not the case but instead is Beckett pointing out that the self is not a single, separate entity but there is a shared human experience and language from which each of us emerges. It is also possible that Beckett is saying that each individual is Molloy and Malone: on the one hand an individual that acts for no foundational reason and on the other an rational capacity that is internally contradicted without a metaphysical purpose structuring it but is still acting with the pretence of rationality. Apart from the main themes described above, Molloy is laced with philosophical reflections and an incredibly funny sense of humour. Beckett said that the book came quickly out of his unconscious as he realised what he really wanted to say was what he was blocking in his unconsciousness. In this sense, many of the ideas in this work may have come from deep unconscious thoughts that Beckett had about the world and are not woven as a coherent plot. Some things in the book seem unconnected and one can dwell for a long time on the greater meaning. For me is was better to let the layered reflections wash over me and allow the experience to unfold without perfect clarity about what each aspect of the book means in relation to the rest of the novel. See my other reviews at: amateurreviewspace.blogspot.com Review: In Search of Meaning - I went through a Beckett phase some fifteen years ago, after I read _Endgame_, which remains my favorite of his plays. Even though I do not agree with Beckett’s worldview, I have fond memories of that reading experience. His neglected novel _Mercier and Camier_ made me laugh like few books I’ve read. _Watt_ was another favorite, though it tried my patience a bit. Some of the short plays I consider masterpieces; others, insults to the reader/spectator, something they are, in a sense, meant to be. _The Complete Short Prose_ is one of the most frustrating, infuriating volumes I have ever forced myself to read. The consensus, I heard, was that Beckett’s trilogy constituted his best work in prose. The book stayed on my shelf, untouched, until now. I recently developed an interest in fiction that is not plot-driven. A few weeks ago, I read Thomas Bernhard’s _Concrete_ (1982), then Clarice Lispector’s _The Besieged City_ (1948). The latter led me to Virginia Woolf, so I grabbed my copy of _The Waves_ (1931), which I had been saving for the right moment, and devoured it with gusto. Why not pay old Beckett a long-delayed visit? I asked myself. _Molloy_ (1951) is one of Beckett’s most enjoyable books. It is divided into two parts, the first of which concerns the man of the title. He is producing a text, in which he relates his mundane (mis)adventures as he travels by bicycle to see his mother. He does not know why he is looking for his mother. His knee hurts. In the second part of the novel, we are introduced to one Jacques Moran, a type of investigator who has been asked to find Molloy. He sets out on his quest in the company of his young son. Moran is also clueless as to the ultimate purpose of his mission. At one point, he asks his son to buy a bicycle. Then his knee begins to hurt… Beckett’s novels are examples of the French literary movement known as the nouveau roman (tautologically referred to as the “new novel” in English). Other authors associated with this school are Alain Robbe-Grillet, Marguerite Duras, Nathalie Sarraute, Michel Butor, and (with reservations) Claude Simon. Robbe-Grillet’s _For a New Novel_ (1963) is a manifesto of the movement. In a nutshell, the nouveau roman sought to depart from the traditional parameters of the novel. The nineteenth-century novel was, according to these authors, an obsolete bourgeois artifact. The nouveau roman consequently gave the world novels devoid of plot, narratives that did not display the traditional unities: of place, character, etc. Beckett revolutionized the theatre with _Waiting for Godot_ (1953), which represented the next scandal after Pirandello’s _Six Characters in Search of an Author_ (1921), and probably the last scandal the theatre has experienced. With _Molloy_, he did violence to the narrative genre. The setting is a bleak, unrecognizable land. Molloy is the not the protagonist; neither is Moran. Instead of relating a plot, the narrative is brought together by the concept of the search. Incidentally, many novels of the nouveau roman used techniques associated with the detective novel, for the obvious purpose of keeping the reader interested. Personally, what keeps me interested as I read Beckett is his dark humor. I laughed out loud while I read _Molloy_. I don’t know what that says about me. I have mixed feelings about the nouveau roman. In a way, it followed the “big three” of twentieth-century western literature--Joyce, Kafka, and Proust--to their (il)logical conclusion. (_Finnegans Wake_ is a cornerstone here.) The development of narrative from the second half of the twentieth century until today, however, suggests that most readers favor a traditional, even formulaic structure. The linear novel did not die, and while it may be refreshing to read a plot-less novel or a novel without characters every now and then, the truth is that very few people will devote their lives to reading novels like _Molloy_, _Malone Dies_ (1951), and _The Unnamable_ (1953) exclusively. The second and third novels of the trilogy, as you may know, are even more extreme. Together, the books trace the disintegration of narrative. Who should read _Molloy_? Those who enjoy Beckett’s plays. Those looking for a different type of novel, or anti-novel. Writers of fiction. Keep in mind, though, that Beckett may well be the most extreme of the nouveau roman authors. If you’re looking for a compelling experimental narrative, I recommend Josefina Vicens’ _The Empty Book_ (1958). This metafictional anti-novel written in the spirit of the nouveau roman is simply one of the best books I’ve ever read. Next on my list by Beckett, the second part of the trilogy: _Malone Dies_. Thanks for reading, and enjoy the book! ## Technical Specifications | Specification | Value | |---------------|-------| | Best Sellers Rank | #138,514 in Books ( See Top 100 in Books ) #1,571 in Psychological Fiction (Books) #2,237 in Classic Literature & Fiction #4,954 in Literary Fiction (Books) | | Customer Reviews | 4.0 4.0 out of 5 stars (169) | | Dimensions | 5.43 x 0.68 x 8.01 inches | | ISBN-10 | 0802151361 | | ISBN-13 | 978-0802151360 | | Item Weight | 9.6 ounces | | Language | English | | Part of series | Beckett, Samuel | | Print length | 256 pages | | Publication date | January 12, 1994 | | Publisher | Grove Press | ## Images ![Molloy - Image 1](https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/51lGGyasn8L.jpg) ## Customer Reviews ### ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Beckett and the self *by D***T on June 30, 2015* Molloy is a book of two halves: the first half is a first-person narrative told by Molloy and the second told by Malone. The book as a whole can be broadly said to outline and explore the reason and self of each character and how these things only make sense within the context of the meaning of existence as a whole. Molloy's reason is abnormal from the outset of the novel. He does things without knowing why; he constantly questions himself back and forward without reaching a conclusion as he sees no objective basis for selecting one option above the other. Molloy is driven by the purpose of finding his mother, but has no reason for doing so and no idea where she currently is. Through the character of Molloy (and later Malone) Beckett points to the absurdity of action without objective morality or purpose: that reason after the death of God in European society is stranded without a final goal for action. We chase goals that have no fundamental purpose and there is no overarching goal that can truly be said to be a rational foundation for action. In this state of affairs, we either end up psychologically paralysed or we make decisions for no solid reason apart from that life demands action. The second half of the book follows Malone. At first Malone strikes the reader as a man that is extremely rational and is driven by first religious beliefs. He is horrendously hypocritical and ambitious, but unlike Molloy he makes decisions for a reason and therefore has a kind of internal consistency. However, as the book progresses Malone begins to buckle under the unbearable weight of the expectations that he places on himself and others and the absurdity of life. Malone is sent by an organisation to find Molloy. His quest for Molloy seems rational at the outset but slowly reveals its absurdity as Malone has no idea why he is chasing Molloy or what he is supposed to do with him once he finds him. Eventually Malone becomes more like Molloy. He ceases to care about what happens to his body yet finds a kind of peace from the acceptance of the lack of purpose in life. In one beautiful passage Malone expresses his delight at the dancing of bees and his endless study of this; Malone says that this will remain beautiful as he won't destroy his delight in the unknown of how the bees communicate; he contrasts this to how humans have destroyed the delight of God by turning God into a larger version of a human being. At some parts of the book Beckett makes it seem that Molloy could actually be the psychologically transformed version of Malone: both use crutches due to stiff knees and are estranged from their sons. After some reflection I decided this was not the case but instead is Beckett pointing out that the self is not a single, separate entity but there is a shared human experience and language from which each of us emerges. It is also possible that Beckett is saying that each individual is Molloy and Malone: on the one hand an individual that acts for no foundational reason and on the other an rational capacity that is internally contradicted without a metaphysical purpose structuring it but is still acting with the pretence of rationality. Apart from the main themes described above, Molloy is laced with philosophical reflections and an incredibly funny sense of humour. Beckett said that the book came quickly out of his unconscious as he realised what he really wanted to say was what he was blocking in his unconsciousness. In this sense, many of the ideas in this work may have come from deep unconscious thoughts that Beckett had about the world and are not woven as a coherent plot. Some things in the book seem unconnected and one can dwell for a long time on the greater meaning. For me is was better to let the layered reflections wash over me and allow the experience to unfold without perfect clarity about what each aspect of the book means in relation to the rest of the novel. See my other reviews at: amateurreviewspace.blogspot.com ### ⭐⭐⭐⭐ In Search of Meaning *by D***E on January 3, 2020* I went through a Beckett phase some fifteen years ago, after I read _Endgame_, which remains my favorite of his plays. Even though I do not agree with Beckett’s worldview, I have fond memories of that reading experience. His neglected novel _Mercier and Camier_ made me laugh like few books I’ve read. _Watt_ was another favorite, though it tried my patience a bit. Some of the short plays I consider masterpieces; others, insults to the reader/spectator, something they are, in a sense, meant to be. _The Complete Short Prose_ is one of the most frustrating, infuriating volumes I have ever forced myself to read. The consensus, I heard, was that Beckett’s trilogy constituted his best work in prose. The book stayed on my shelf, untouched, until now. I recently developed an interest in fiction that is not plot-driven. A few weeks ago, I read Thomas Bernhard’s _Concrete_ (1982), then Clarice Lispector’s _The Besieged City_ (1948). The latter led me to Virginia Woolf, so I grabbed my copy of _The Waves_ (1931), which I had been saving for the right moment, and devoured it with gusto. Why not pay old Beckett a long-delayed visit? I asked myself. _Molloy_ (1951) is one of Beckett’s most enjoyable books. It is divided into two parts, the first of which concerns the man of the title. He is producing a text, in which he relates his mundane (mis)adventures as he travels by bicycle to see his mother. He does not know why he is looking for his mother. His knee hurts. In the second part of the novel, we are introduced to one Jacques Moran, a type of investigator who has been asked to find Molloy. He sets out on his quest in the company of his young son. Moran is also clueless as to the ultimate purpose of his mission. At one point, he asks his son to buy a bicycle. Then his knee begins to hurt… Beckett’s novels are examples of the French literary movement known as the nouveau roman (tautologically referred to as the “new novel” in English). Other authors associated with this school are Alain Robbe-Grillet, Marguerite Duras, Nathalie Sarraute, Michel Butor, and (with reservations) Claude Simon. Robbe-Grillet’s _For a New Novel_ (1963) is a manifesto of the movement. In a nutshell, the nouveau roman sought to depart from the traditional parameters of the novel. The nineteenth-century novel was, according to these authors, an obsolete bourgeois artifact. The nouveau roman consequently gave the world novels devoid of plot, narratives that did not display the traditional unities: of place, character, etc. Beckett revolutionized the theatre with _Waiting for Godot_ (1953), which represented the next scandal after Pirandello’s _Six Characters in Search of an Author_ (1921), and probably the last scandal the theatre has experienced. With _Molloy_, he did violence to the narrative genre. The setting is a bleak, unrecognizable land. Molloy is the not the protagonist; neither is Moran. Instead of relating a plot, the narrative is brought together by the concept of the search. Incidentally, many novels of the nouveau roman used techniques associated with the detective novel, for the obvious purpose of keeping the reader interested. Personally, what keeps me interested as I read Beckett is his dark humor. I laughed out loud while I read _Molloy_. I don’t know what that says about me. I have mixed feelings about the nouveau roman. In a way, it followed the “big three” of twentieth-century western literature--Joyce, Kafka, and Proust--to their (il)logical conclusion. (_Finnegans Wake_ is a cornerstone here.) The development of narrative from the second half of the twentieth century until today, however, suggests that most readers favor a traditional, even formulaic structure. The linear novel did not die, and while it may be refreshing to read a plot-less novel or a novel without characters every now and then, the truth is that very few people will devote their lives to reading novels like _Molloy_, _Malone Dies_ (1951), and _The Unnamable_ (1953) exclusively. The second and third novels of the trilogy, as you may know, are even more extreme. Together, the books trace the disintegration of narrative. Who should read _Molloy_? Those who enjoy Beckett’s plays. Those looking for a different type of novel, or anti-novel. Writers of fiction. Keep in mind, though, that Beckett may well be the most extreme of the nouveau roman authors. If you’re looking for a compelling experimental narrative, I recommend Josefina Vicens’ _The Empty Book_ (1958). This metafictional anti-novel written in the spirit of the nouveau roman is simply one of the best books I’ve ever read. Next on my list by Beckett, the second part of the trilogy: _Malone Dies_. Thanks for reading, and enjoy the book! ### ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Molloy by Samuel Beckett *by E***R on April 18, 2014* Beckett is a favorite author of mine and Molloy is one of his best books. It's an excellent choice for anyone looking to get drunk on language and have some great laughs as well. More accessible than his other great works (such as my other favorites, Malone Dies and The Unnameable), Molloy still offers an incredible richness of language and one of Beckett's great characters. The book is still something of a challenge but it more than repays any effort spent reading it. I strongly recommend it to anyone who loves the English language (especially as crafted by the Irish). --- ## Why Shop on Desertcart? - 🛒 **Trusted by 1.3+ Million Shoppers** — Serving international shoppers since 2016 - 🌍 **Shop Globally** — Access 737+ million products across 21 categories - 💰 **No Hidden Fees** — All customs, duties, and taxes included in the price - 🔄 **15-Day Free Returns** — Hassle-free returns (30 days for PRO members) - 🔒 **Secure Payments** — Trusted payment options with buyer protection - ⭐ **TrustPilot Rated 4.5/5** — Based on 8,000+ happy customer reviews **Shop now:** [https://www.desertcart.ie/products/25596723-molloy](https://www.desertcart.ie/products/25596723-molloy) --- *Product available on Desertcart Ireland* *Store origin: IE* *Last updated: 2026-04-30*