Man tries (succeeds?) to kill father in seaside town amidst Beckettian chaos and despair. Read in June 2018.
A man called Berg, who changed his name to Greb, came to a seaside town intending to kill his father.
Just lying here for an hour since the sun had filtered through the snow that snail-trailed across the window. How silent the place is, as if the snow had penetrated the walls, sound-proofed the habitual early morning scurryings, the alarms. Once a huge snowball, made entirely by yourself, hiding behind the shrubbery, blistered fingers against your mouth, listening for Edith's steps; her Sunday-best hat knocked off, her flushed face as she took you inside, produced the leather strap, buckle-end for you, for naughty boys who never love their mother.
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