I’ve learned to be skeptical of first and later impressions – but not always. With age I’m more appreciative of human mystery and less taken with my own shrewd judgments. Not that I’m wishy-washy. I’m just likelier to give people time to prove themselves. Not everyone who acts like a fool or a saint behaves that way consistently, though plenty of them do. Self-reflection confirms that conclusion. I love reading unexpected characterizations of people we complacently think we already know.
Here is Hugh
Kenner on meeting Samuel Beckett for the first time, in 1958. He arrived in
Paris with Beckett’s street address and, on a hunch, sent him a note via the pneumatique – a defunct means of communication
I’ve always admired but never used. It worked. Kenner writes:
“From that
day on we were friends for thirty years. He was the sweetest man I’ve ever
known. He was also my model, whenever I was writing, for the discipline of
utter economy: start with short words, progress in short, clear increments. And
elegance comes less from ornament than from sparseness.”
Kenner
articulates a stylistic ideal I can only dream of achieving. It brings to
mind an impulsive purchase I made on Wednesday. Wiseblood Books has just
republished J.V. Cunningham’s The Exclusions of a Rhyme: Poems and Epigrams. No sane reader would confuse
Cunningham with Beckett, though both worked hard to write elegantly by way
of sparseness.
The passage
describing his first meeting with Beckett can be found in the last book Kenner
published during his lifetime, The
Elsewhere Community (Oxford, 2000). Here is the next paragraph: “At our
last meeting, three months before his death [on December 22, 1989], he confided
that there is no longer a pneumatique.”
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