I thought that in reading Bird by Bird after Parisian Lives, I’m stepping away from Samuel Beckett. But Anne Lamott brings him back into my musings, with these lines –

But a writer always tries, I think, to be a part of the solution, to understand a little about life and to pass this on. Even someone as grim and unsentimental as Samuel Beckett, with his lunatics in garbage cans or up to their necks in sand, whose lives consist of pawing through the contents of their purses, stopping to marvel at each item, gives us great insight into what is true, into what helps. He gets it right—that we’re born astride the grave and that this planet can feel as cold and uninhabitable as the moon—and he knows how to make it funny. He smiles an oblique and private smile at us, the most delicious smile of all, and this changes how we look at life.

Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott