Mark Axelrod writes about Brian Coffey “who was not only a brilliant translator and poet, but a brilliant mind.”
With the recent publication of the first volume of Beckett’s letters I started to recall the last time I met Beckett in Paris in 1988. We first met in April, 1985. It had been three years since our meeting at the café in the Hotel PLM. At noon. Noon being the time he had suggested. The suggested hour.