When Samuel Beckett and the Dutch painter Bram Van Velde met in Paris in the 1930s, both were living in abject poverty, and neither could have anticipated that on the other side of World War II and the brutal occupation of France by the Nazis they would each go on to be luminaries in their respective mediums: Beckett winning the Nobel Prize and becoming a bulwark of contemporary Western literature, and Van Velde holding exhibitions all over the world. Thirty years later, a younger author at the start of his career is introduced into the company of these two great pessimists neither of whom make cooperative interview subjects, and each of whom represents, in his own way, a radical rejection of the common languages of his art.
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