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Valentine Cunningham, reviewing For To End Yet Again in the New Statesman (29 October 1976, p. 607) mockingly exclaims at the return of “a whole face” to the Beckett canon “after that remorseless paring away, the steely accumulating of lessnesses, that pincer movement on the void that must logically end in silence” and finds in these eight prose texts an extraordinary “air of optimism” and a “moving testament to the humanity that many critics want to deny Beckett.”

Similarly, A. Alvarez, reviewing the same work for the Observer (19 December 1976, p. 22), finds unexpected uplift: “The purity of Beckett’s writing, like his utter lack of self-indulgence, gives each piece a continual energy and tension, so that the process of describing a world purged, or exhausted, of all emotion becomes in itself charged with feeling.”