Two old drifters, one tall, one short, a highly intrusive narrator and a cameo appearance by Watt. Beside the acerbic narrator the book consists mostly of dialogue and is often very funny.
In a meditation of Mercier and Camier Keith Ridgeway (@kthrdgwy on Twitter) wrote:
Perhaps it is this that is greatest about Mercier and Camier – its timing, its place in the chronology, the knowledge on the part of the reader, and hinted at by the author, of what’s about to follow. It’s ungainly, but probably not inaccurate, to describe it as a practice piece. In it, Beckett rules out, once and for all, the idea that he can achieve what he wants to achieve in prose with anything other than a monologue. And in doing so, he bids a kind of farewell to what had gone before.
If you’ve read Murphy and Watt you’ll be familiar with both the milieu and characters. Though the protagonists are vastly different, in the banter I kept hearing echoes of Spurious.
We didn’t leave anything in the pockets by any chance? said Mercier.
Punched tickets of all sorts, said Camier, spent matches, scraps of newspaper bearing in their margins the obliterated traces of irrevocable rendezvous, the classic last tenth of pointless pencil, crumples of soiled bumpf, a few porous condoms, dust. Life in short.
Nothing we’ll be needing? said Mercier.
Did you not hear what I said? said Camier. Life.
I’ve wondered about the influence of Mercier and Camier on Iyer’s Spurious. They are very similar, in some ways.
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Structurally very similar, with a shared preference for gin. I was unable to stop both tripping over each other while reading Mercier and Camier.
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I haven’t read any Beckett in ages! This post makes me ask myself why, since I enjoy him so very much. “The classic last tenth of pointless pencil…Life.”
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Me too, Emily, I am planning to read his trilogy sometime soon. I’ve also got the first volume of his letters to finish before the next is published.
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If you’d be interested in teaming up readalong-style on the trilogy, I would love to revisit it. The Unnamable was one of my big, formative texts but I haven’t read it in years. And all three have a nice quantity of disgusting touches, as I recall.
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Sure, Emily, that is a wonderful idea. When did you have in mind?
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