The Novel (n.) does not end with Beckett — Molloy is where the genre begins.
Novel (n.) of Spinozism has been written, the reader finds with admiration, by Kleist, Kafka, Melville, Lawrence and Miller.
Novel (n.) has often risen to the percept: not the perception of the moor in Hardy but the moor as percept.
Novel (n.) holds countless interesting characters but only one original Figure, the single sun of its universe — an Ahab, a Bartleby.
A Novel (n.) has taken since Joyce the form of an enquiry or questionnaire — not modern scepticism but the discovery of the question as the transcendental element of things.
A Novel (n.) has always told the adventure of lost characters — people who forget their own name, what they seek, what they are doing — amnesiacs, ataxics, catatonics; Beckett did not end the genre but showed its start.
The Novel (n.) in its French form is profoundly pessimistic and idealistic, critical of life rather than creative of it: it stuffs its characters down the hole, bounces them off the wall, and knows salvation only through art — a still Catholic salvation through eternity.