More of a short story than a novella, and the first of a trilogy: Company, Ill Seen Ill Said, and Worstward Ho. It is pure, compact Beckett: a disembodied voice and a self, or unself, mulling over its actual situation and memories, or unmemories, in a kind of Dantean twilight zone.
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