Waiting for Godot

Yesterday, Andrew Sullivan reported that one of the candidates in the British election is a fan of Samuel Beckett:

. . . I must have read Waiting for Godot – of course – a hundred times. Every time I go back to Beckett he seems more subversive, not less; his works make me feel more uncomfortable than they did before. The unsettling idea, most explicit in Godot, that life is habit – that it is all just a series of motions devoid of meaning – never gets any easier.

It's that willingness to question the things the rest of us take for granted that I admire most about Beckett; the courage to ask questions that are dangerous because, if the traditions and meanings we hold so dear turn out to be false, what do we do then?

The idea that life is just a habit, devoid of meaning, is a pretty disturbing notion, no?

PS Today, one of Sullivan's readers commented:

Is there any doubt that if Palin were asked what her favorite works of Beckett were she would say, "All of 'em?"