I highly suggest reading this simple and profound short novel. Alan Clay, the novel's protagonist, is Prufrock and Marlow and every Beckett character, exploring and wondering and what-if-ing but ultimately doing nothing of consequence. His struggles with reality, with tangibility, with truth, reek of our new modernism-- what are we in the aftermath of all we've experienced? All we've taken part in?Things change.We can know nothing-- Godot, the King, or God himself may never show up, no matter how badly we need them to.We must simply hope hard and hold on.
