This book was basically comprised of the feeling of emptiness that makes up Beckett’s short plays mixed with the stream of consciousness style of the modernist era. ‘Molloy’ read with the same struggles I have with Virginia Woolf and the excerpts of ‘Ulysses’ I have attempted. Not only was the read difficult though; nothing happened. ‘Molloy’ captured Beckett’s essence of futility and absence within his short plays, but it works and is impactful in them because they are short plays. ‘Molloy’ lacked any of that impact and was extremely repetitive and hard to follow. It looks at the protagonist Molloy’s disability as he struggles to walk and forgets a lot, but in forgetting with the stream of consciousness form there is often a lot that just isn’t described. There was an instance with the protagonist of the second perspective, Moran, where he said “I was violent with my son that night but have forgotten the details”. Beckett did however choose to include details in numerous scenes of masturbation however… 

The characters who we were stuck in the heads off weren’t even very interesting. Molloy was insufferable and Moran was just such a flat and dull character. 
I did not have a good time with this one though did appreciate the references to Dante.