HOW IT IS by Samuel Beckett. 147 pages. Grove Press. $3.95.
Amid pantings and groanings and the passage of "vast tracts of time," a nameless subhuman progresses on hands and knees across a sea of mud at a fixed rate of 40 yards a year. He is teased by quavery memories of a nightmare picnic and a life with a woman somewhere "above."
Clear as Mud. Is this hell or is this life? Characteristically, in Samuel Beckett's world it seems to make little difference. But wherever his creature is bound, Beckett is clearly bent on re-creating...
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