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Samuel Beckett's German Diaries

The German Diaries are a remarkably detailed record of Beckett’s journey through Germany and offer unprecedented insight into his engagement with the visual arts and the evolution of his aesthetics both in the course of his six months in Germany, and in the years and decades to follow. At times, the effects of his encounters with art and people during his trip were immediate. In Hamburg, he spent an evening drinking beer and leafing through a book on the Expressionist Ernst Barlach, and as a result made a rare post hoc change to his first novel Murphy.

 

Hear no place to enthuse over Barlach. His name statt Maillol in Murphy?

04/11/36

Here those that slept and those that did not were quite palpably by the same hand, that of some rather later artist whose work could by no means have come down to us, say the Pergamene Barlach.

(Murphy, Chapter 11)

Inevitably, the Diaries are also an account of Germany and its art scene under the Nazi regime. More than once, Beckett’s attempts to see artworks that had been classed as “degenerate”, or buy a banned book, were frustrated. Although he at times recorded his disdain for Nazi policies and slogans, his political commentary is overall restrained: possibly a symptom of the evident anxiety around regime-critical statements felt by many of his new German acquaintances, like the art collector and painter Margaritha Durrieu.

“The Durrieu’s hint of how unpleasant it could be for her & Frau Fera if I published disparagements of Germany.”

02/12/36

Beckett’s writing in the Diaries is frequently cynical, entertaining, and relatable, but this often stems from the fact that he was, at many points during his journey, miserable. He was plagued by money troubles, ill health, and writer’s block. While in Hamburg he went to Ohlsdorf cemetery “because I thought a poem would be there,” but words eluded him, as did progress on a text titled Journal of a Melancholic, which at times “preoccupied” him, but would never be completed.

“I feel nothing. The noise of my steps in the leaves reminds me of something, but can’t find what.”

25/10/36

“Crawl back, phrases rattling like machinegunfire in my skull, about 12½. J.o.a.M. as good as written, as bad as written, I mean the pleasure is from this evening irrevocably.”

31/10/36

The German Diaries are a window into Beckett’s mind and his experience of a historical moment, on both large and small scales. Their focus, however, are the visual arts and architecture, and a reader “could be forgiven for thinking that they were written by an art critic, and not a creative writer” (Nixon).

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