CRICKET WASN’T ENOUGH TO MAKE LIFE WORTH LIVING.

CRICKET WASN’T ENOUGH TO MAKE LIFE WORTH LIVING. Last year, I submitted a play about Samuel Beckett (Samuel Becket Looks at the Stars) to the Chicago Irishfest festival of one act plays. It didn’t win, but I posted the script of the play here. The play touched on Beckett’s bleak view of life and his fondness for cricket. This review by Nicholas Lezard of the first volume of Beckett’s letters tells this anecdote about Beckett: “One recalls the story about his comment, made many years later, to a friend who was with him watching cricket on a sunny day and who had just said, perhaps forgetting to whom he was talking, that it was the kind of day that made you glad to be alive; ‘I wouldn’t go as far as that” was the (apocryphal) reply.'” (link via Instapundit and omnivoracious).