In the wake of so many other keys to the treasure, whoever undertakes still another book of criticism on the novels and drama of Samuel Beckett must assume the grave burden of justifying the attempt, especially for him who like one of John Barth's recent fictional characterizations of himself, believes that the key to the treasure is the treasure itself. No one will ever have the privilege of the last word on these texts, since any words other than the author's own found therein must be referred back to the text themselves for cautious verification. Indeed, the words the author has used to create the oeuvre stand by virtue of their own creativeness, or fail in their pretense, and need no critical comment to be appreciated for what they have achieved or have failed to achieve. In criticism there is no privileged point of view - not even the author's own. He has consulted his knowledge and experience to make the work, and whoever would criticize his efforts would seem to owe him the indulgence of doing the same. If communication is mediated through the works, the author and his readers respond in recipro cal fashion to the expressiveness of their contexts. For the philosopher of art, the challenge is extremely tempting - on a manifold count.

Inhalt
I Introduction The Babel of Criticism.- I.- II In The Beginning, The Word.- III Apprenticeship in Sorcery.- IV The Gift of Tongues.- V Through Streets Wide and Narrow.- VI I was my Father and I was my Son.- VII Voices in the Mud.- II.- VIII Creating a Scene.- IX Voices, in English, on the Air.- X English Voices for the Stage.- XI The Limits of Theater.- XII Soul made Light, and Sound.- XIII Sound, Sense and Sound.- XIV Closure.- References.