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James Joyce
1,967听books9,072听followersA profound influence of literary innovations of Irish writer James Augustine Aloysius Joyce on modern fiction includes his works,
Ulysses
(1922) and
Finnegans Wake
(1939).
Sylvia Beach published the first edition of Ulysses of James Augustine Aloysius Joyce in 1922.
John Stanislaus Joyce, an impoverished gentleman and father of James Joyce, nine younger surviving siblings, and two other siblings who died of typhoid, failed in a distillery business and tried all kinds of other professions, including politics and tax collecting. The Roman Catholic Church dominated life of Mary Jane Murray, an accomplished pianist and his mother. In spite of poverty, the family struggled to maintain a solid middle-class fa莽ade.
Jesuits at Clongowes Wood college, Clane, and then Belvedere college in Dublin educated Joyce from the age of six years; he graduated in 1897. In 1898, he entered the University College, Dublin. Joyce published first an essay on When We Dead Awaken , play of Heinrich Ibsen, in the Fortnightly Review in 1900. At this time, he also began writing lyric poems.
After graduation in 1902, the twenty-year-old Joyce went to Paris, where he worked as a journalist, as a teacher, and in other occupations under difficult financial conditions. He spent a year in France, and when a telegram about his dying mother arrived, he returned. Not long after her death, Joyce traveled again. He left Dublin in 1904 with Nora Barnacle, a chambermaid, whom he married in 1931.
Joyce published Dubliners in 1914, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man in 1916, a play Exiles in 1918 and Ulysses in 1922. In 1907, Joyce published a collection of poems, Chamber Music .
At the outset of the Great War, Joyce moved with his family to Z眉rich. In Z眉rich, Joyce started to develop the early chapters of Ulysses, first published in France because of censorship troubles in the Great Britain and the United States, where the book became legally available only in 1933.
In March 1923, Joyce in Paris started Finnegans Wake, his second major work; glaucoma caused chronic eye troubles that he suffered at the same time. Transatlantic review of Ford Madox Ford in April 1924 carried the first segment of the novel, called part of Work in Progress. He published the final version in 1939.
Some critics considered the work a masterpiece, though many readers found it incomprehensible. After the fall of France in World War II, Joyce returned to Z眉rich, where he died, still disappointed with the reception of Finnegans Wake.
Sylvia Beach published the first edition of Ulysses of James Augustine Aloysius Joyce in 1922.
John Stanislaus Joyce, an impoverished gentleman and father of James Joyce, nine younger surviving siblings, and two other siblings who died of typhoid, failed in a distillery business and tried all kinds of other professions, including politics and tax collecting. The Roman Catholic Church dominated life of Mary Jane Murray, an accomplished pianist and his mother. In spite of poverty, the family struggled to maintain a solid middle-class fa莽ade.
Jesuits at Clongowes Wood college, Clane, and then Belvedere college in Dublin educated Joyce from the age of six years; he graduated in 1897. In 1898, he entered the University College, Dublin. Joyce published first an essay on When We Dead Awaken , play of Heinrich Ibsen, in the Fortnightly Review in 1900. At this time, he also began writing lyric poems.
After graduation in 1902, the twenty-year-old Joyce went to Paris, where he worked as a journalist, as a teacher, and in other occupations under difficult financial conditions. He spent a year in France, and when a telegram about his dying mother arrived, he returned. Not long after her death, Joyce traveled again. He left Dublin in 1904 with Nora Barnacle, a chambermaid, whom he married in 1931.
Joyce published Dubliners in 1914, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man in 1916, a play Exiles in 1918 and Ulysses in 1922. In 1907, Joyce published a collection of poems, Chamber Music .
At the outset of the Great War, Joyce moved with his family to Z眉rich. In Z眉rich, Joyce started to develop the early chapters of Ulysses, first published in France because of censorship troubles in the Great Britain and the United States, where the book became legally available only in 1933.
In March 1923, Joyce in Paris started Finnegans Wake, his second major work; glaucoma caused chronic eye troubles that he suffered at the same time. Transatlantic review of Ford Madox Ford in April 1924 carried the first segment of the novel, called part of Work in Progress. He published the final version in 1939.
Some critics considered the work a masterpiece, though many readers found it incomprehensible. After the fall of France in World War II, Joyce returned to Z眉rich, where he died, still disappointed with the reception of Finnegans Wake.
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October 22, 2017
Life is full of missed opportunities and hard decisions. Sometimes it鈥檚 difficult to know what to actually do. Dubliners creates an image of an ever movie city, of an ever moving exchange of people who experience the reality of life. And that鈥檚 the whole point: realism. Not everything goes well, not everything is perfectly constructed. Life is random and unpredictable. If we鈥檙e not careful it may escape from us entirely.
There are two types of stories in Dubliners. The first, and by far the most effective, are those associated with despair, nihilism and death. The second type deals with more ordinary aspects of modern life, the representation of the city and social exchanges. As a collection they provide an image of dark, murky city struggling to cope with the problems associated with rapid urbanisation. The stories do not intertwine, but you are left with the impression that they are not that far from each other: their proximity feels close as you read further into each one.
The true mastery of Joyce鈥檚 writing reveals itself in what he doesn鈥檛 say, the subtle suggestions, the lingering questions, as each story closes without any sense of full resolution. And, again, is this not true of real life? In narrative tradition there is a structured beginning, middle and end, but in the reality of existence it doesn鈥檛 quite work this way. Life carries on. It doesn鈥檛 have a form of narrative closure, a convenient wrapping up of plot, after each wound we take in life. It carries on. We carry on. And for the Dubliners isolation carries on.
鈥淗e could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.鈥�
There are two types of stories in Dubliners. The first, and by far the most effective, are those associated with despair, nihilism and death. The second type deals with more ordinary aspects of modern life, the representation of the city and social exchanges. As a collection they provide an image of dark, murky city struggling to cope with the problems associated with rapid urbanisation. The stories do not intertwine, but you are left with the impression that they are not that far from each other: their proximity feels close as you read further into each one.
The true mastery of Joyce鈥檚 writing reveals itself in what he doesn鈥檛 say, the subtle suggestions, the lingering questions, as each story closes without any sense of full resolution. And, again, is this not true of real life? In narrative tradition there is a structured beginning, middle and end, but in the reality of existence it doesn鈥檛 quite work this way. Life carries on. It doesn鈥檛 have a form of narrative closure, a convenient wrapping up of plot, after each wound we take in life. It carries on. We carry on. And for the Dubliners isolation carries on.
鈥淗e could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.鈥�
May 4, 2024
Dnfable Collection.
A collection of short stories by renowned James Joyce.
Boy this collection sucked! This guy is seriously depressing, and the few times something good was built he killed it with a dismal ending. Unremarkable characters, mundane plots, outstandingly boring storytelling; nearly all of them utterly forgettable, and skimmable. I definitely had worse, but not a lot. This should鈥檝e been a dnf, but stubborn idiot that I am, I didn鈥檛.
Go for the Best, consider the Good, whatever the Meh.
The Good :
鈽呪槄鈽呪槅鈽� 鈥淎 Painful Case.鈥�
鈽呪槄鈽呪槅鈽� "The Dead." [2.5]
The Meh :
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� "Araby."
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淭he Boarding House.鈥�
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� "Eveline."
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎 Mother.鈥� [1.5]
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淭wo Gallants.鈥� [1.5]
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淐lay.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎 Little Cloud.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎fter the Race.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎n Encounter.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淭he Sisters.鈥�
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淐ounterparts.鈥� [0.5]
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淕race.鈥�
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淚vy Day in the Committee Room.鈥�
It's public domain, you can find it
-----------------------------------------------
PERSONAL NOTE : Please note my review is not a personal attack on Dublin or Ireland; I'd have felt exactly the same way if this book was written about any city, or even my hometown Buenos Aires, which I also 1-starred.
[1914] [207p] [Collection] [Not Recommendable]
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鈽呪槄鈽呪槅鈽� The Dead. [2.5]
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� Araby.
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� Eveline.
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� Dubliners.
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Colecci贸n Dnfeable.
Una colecci贸n de cuentos cortos por el renombrado James Joyce.
隆Vaya que esta colecci贸n apesta! Este tipo es seriamente depresivo, y las pocas veces que arma algo bueno lo destruye con un final abismal. Personajes miserables, tramas mundanas, incre铆blemente aburrida narraci贸n; casi todos ellos terriblemente olvidables, y salteables. Definitivamente tuve peor, pero no tantas. Esto deber铆a haber sido dnf, pero idiota testarudo que soy, no lo hice.
Ir por lo Mejor, considerar lo Bueno, loquesea lo Meh.
Lo Bueno :
鈽呪槄鈽呪槅鈽� 鈥淯n Triste Caso.鈥�
鈽呪槄鈽呪槅鈽� 鈥淟os Muertos.鈥� [2.5]
Lo Meh :
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎谤补产颈补.鈥�
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淟a Casa de Hu茅spedes.鈥�
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淓惫别濒颈苍别.鈥� [1.5]
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淯na Madre.鈥� [1.5]
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淒os Galanes.鈥� [1.5]
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淧olvo y Ceniza.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淯na Nubecilla.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淒espu茅s de la Carrera.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淯n Encuentro.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淟as Hermanas.鈥�
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淒uplicados.鈥� [0.5]
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎 Mayor Gracia de Dios.鈥�
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淓fem茅rides en el comit茅.鈥�
Es dominio p煤blico, lo pueden encontrar
-----------------------------------------------
NOTA PERSONAL : Por favor tener en cuenta que mi rese帽a no es un ataque personal a Dubl铆n o Irlanda; habr铆a sentido exactamente lo mismo si este libro hubiera sido escrito sobre cualquier ciudad, o incluso de mi natal Buenos Aires, que por cierto tambi茅n califiqu茅 con 1 estrella.
[1914] [207p] [Colecci贸n] [No Recomendable]
-----------------------------------------------
A collection of short stories by renowned James Joyce.
Boy this collection sucked! This guy is seriously depressing, and the few times something good was built he killed it with a dismal ending. Unremarkable characters, mundane plots, outstandingly boring storytelling; nearly all of them utterly forgettable, and skimmable. I definitely had worse, but not a lot. This should鈥檝e been a dnf, but stubborn idiot that I am, I didn鈥檛.
Go for the Best, consider the Good, whatever the Meh.
The Good :
鈽呪槄鈽呪槅鈽� 鈥淎 Painful Case.鈥�
鈽呪槄鈽呪槅鈽� "The Dead." [2.5]
The Meh :
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� "Araby."
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淭he Boarding House.鈥�
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� "Eveline."
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎 Mother.鈥� [1.5]
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淭wo Gallants.鈥� [1.5]
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淐lay.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎 Little Cloud.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎fter the Race.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎n Encounter.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淭he Sisters.鈥�
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淐ounterparts.鈥� [0.5]
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淕race.鈥�
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淚vy Day in the Committee Room.鈥�
It's public domain, you can find it
-----------------------------------------------
PERSONAL NOTE : Please note my review is not a personal attack on Dublin or Ireland; I'd have felt exactly the same way if this book was written about any city, or even my hometown Buenos Aires, which I also 1-starred.
[1914] [207p] [Collection] [Not Recommendable]
-----------------------------------------------
鈽呪槄鈽呪槅鈽� The Dead. [2.5]
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� Araby.
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� Eveline.
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� Dubliners.
-----------------------------------------------
Colecci贸n Dnfeable.
Una colecci贸n de cuentos cortos por el renombrado James Joyce.
隆Vaya que esta colecci贸n apesta! Este tipo es seriamente depresivo, y las pocas veces que arma algo bueno lo destruye con un final abismal. Personajes miserables, tramas mundanas, incre铆blemente aburrida narraci贸n; casi todos ellos terriblemente olvidables, y salteables. Definitivamente tuve peor, pero no tantas. Esto deber铆a haber sido dnf, pero idiota testarudo que soy, no lo hice.
Ir por lo Mejor, considerar lo Bueno, loquesea lo Meh.
Lo Bueno :
鈽呪槄鈽呪槅鈽� 鈥淯n Triste Caso.鈥�
鈽呪槄鈽呪槅鈽� 鈥淟os Muertos.鈥� [2.5]
Lo Meh :
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎谤补产颈补.鈥�
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淟a Casa de Hu茅spedes.鈥�
鈽呪槄鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淓惫别濒颈苍别.鈥� [1.5]
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淯na Madre.鈥� [1.5]
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淒os Galanes.鈥� [1.5]
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淧olvo y Ceniza.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淯na Nubecilla.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淒espu茅s de la Carrera.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淯n Encuentro.鈥�
鈽呪槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淟as Hermanas.鈥�
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淒uplicados.鈥� [0.5]
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淎 Mayor Gracia de Dios.鈥�
鈽嗏槅鈽嗏槅鈽� 鈥淓fem茅rides en el comit茅.鈥�
Es dominio p煤blico, lo pueden encontrar
-----------------------------------------------
NOTA PERSONAL : Por favor tener en cuenta que mi rese帽a no es un ataque personal a Dubl铆n o Irlanda; habr铆a sentido exactamente lo mismo si este libro hubiera sido escrito sobre cualquier ciudad, o incluso de mi natal Buenos Aires, que por cierto tambi茅n califiqu茅 con 1 estrella.
[1914] [207p] [Colecci贸n] [No Recomendable]
-----------------------------------------------
August 11, 2023
Dubliners is a collection of short stories published in 1914. The concluding story is The Dead, which the blurb on GR cites as 鈥渢he best short story ever written.鈥�
We are told in a brief introduction that Joyce was a pioneer in popularizing the structure of the modern short story as focused on 鈥渁 fleeting but decisive episode.鈥� Elsewhere I鈥檝e read of the focus of the modern short story described as 'the moment.'
So, is The Dead the greatest short story ever written? I鈥檒l add my two cents: I first read it 50 years ago in college. I鈥檝e always remembered it as if I read it yesterday. How many of the hundreds of short stories I have read since then can I say that about?
Many of the stories are very short - only four or five pages. Here are a few samples:
In The Sisters, their brother, a priest, dies at home. Was it because he broke a chalice during mass shortly before his death?
In An Encounter, two boys play hooky from school and encounter a strange man. His conversation is such that it seems he might be a molester.
In Araby, a young boy lives in a house in which a priest died a short time ago. The young boy is frustrated in trying to buy a present at a bazaar for his puppy love.
In Eveline, a young woman debates leaving her father and running off to Buenos Aires with her lover.
In Two Gallants, a young man waits to see the result of his best friend鈥檚 visit to a young woman they assume is a prostitute.
In A Little Cloud, a man is jealous of his friend鈥檚 success in London. He determines that you have to 'go away' for success. He feels trapped in Ireland by his wife and baby.
In A Painful Case, a man frequently visits a married woman and her daughter at home. The husband thinks he鈥檚 visiting because he鈥檚 interested in the daughter. He鈥檚 not.
Some of the stories are modern in outlook, bringing up issues of feminism and racism. The Dead touches on both issues during conversation around the Christmas table. An elderly aunt is furious about boys getting preference over girls in a choir. A man around the table raises the issue of no one appreciating a great tenor. 鈥淚s it because he鈥檚 only a black?鈥�
The story, A Mother, focuses on a dispute over a payment for her daughter singing in a choir. 鈥淭hey wouldn鈥檛 have dared to have treated her like that if she had been a man.鈥�
Top photo: Grafton Street, Dublin, early 1900s from vintag.es
A still from a movie made of The Dead, (Anjelica Huston and Donal McCann) from irishcentral.com
Postcard of Dublin in the 1920s from monksbarn.wordpress.com
The author from theculturetrip.com
[Pictures added 11/15/2021; edited 8/11/23]
We are told in a brief introduction that Joyce was a pioneer in popularizing the structure of the modern short story as focused on 鈥渁 fleeting but decisive episode.鈥� Elsewhere I鈥檝e read of the focus of the modern short story described as 'the moment.'
So, is The Dead the greatest short story ever written? I鈥檒l add my two cents: I first read it 50 years ago in college. I鈥檝e always remembered it as if I read it yesterday. How many of the hundreds of short stories I have read since then can I say that about?
Many of the stories are very short - only four or five pages. Here are a few samples:
In The Sisters, their brother, a priest, dies at home. Was it because he broke a chalice during mass shortly before his death?
In An Encounter, two boys play hooky from school and encounter a strange man. His conversation is such that it seems he might be a molester.
In Araby, a young boy lives in a house in which a priest died a short time ago. The young boy is frustrated in trying to buy a present at a bazaar for his puppy love.
In Eveline, a young woman debates leaving her father and running off to Buenos Aires with her lover.
In Two Gallants, a young man waits to see the result of his best friend鈥檚 visit to a young woman they assume is a prostitute.
In A Little Cloud, a man is jealous of his friend鈥檚 success in London. He determines that you have to 'go away' for success. He feels trapped in Ireland by his wife and baby.
In A Painful Case, a man frequently visits a married woman and her daughter at home. The husband thinks he鈥檚 visiting because he鈥檚 interested in the daughter. He鈥檚 not.
Some of the stories are modern in outlook, bringing up issues of feminism and racism. The Dead touches on both issues during conversation around the Christmas table. An elderly aunt is furious about boys getting preference over girls in a choir. A man around the table raises the issue of no one appreciating a great tenor. 鈥淚s it because he鈥檚 only a black?鈥�
The story, A Mother, focuses on a dispute over a payment for her daughter singing in a choir. 鈥淭hey wouldn鈥檛 have dared to have treated her like that if she had been a man.鈥�
Top photo: Grafton Street, Dublin, early 1900s from vintag.es
A still from a movie made of The Dead, (Anjelica Huston and Donal McCann) from irishcentral.com
Postcard of Dublin in the 1920s from monksbarn.wordpress.com
The author from theculturetrip.com
[Pictures added 11/15/2021; edited 8/11/23]
August 17, 2021
Dubliners, James Joyce
In his stories, Joyce combines heterogeneous elements. Poetic mysticism is expressed in a naturalistic way.
They pay attention to sound and melody for illustration. In their works, they always use humor and irony and references to myths and holy books.
If the reader can grasp all these mysteries, he will be glad that he may not be able to read any other work.
Joyce is a language engineer before he became a writer.
Joyce's particular view of language, and the word, as the cells that make up the body of the story, is so profound and original that critics are still struggling to uncover the vague layers of his stories.
The sections are hidden side by side in new words, invented by Joyce himself. There are two completely different opinions about Joyce.
Some consider him a complex lunatic. That his conflict with language has led him astray, and others who say he has unparalleled talent, which is beyond human comprehension today.
Joyce's innovation in language is unbelievable. Not only do they bring to life the ancient words of their language; They also make words in their works. Sometimes, words with more than a hundred letters, or a combination of several words, that make up a word, show a multiple sense.
Multi-layered words that tell and convey several secrets. According to Joyce, the world is in bad shape.
In which lowly joys and poverty and depravity threaten human life.
The book embraces and embraces a collection of fifteen short stories, including issues such as Irish history; Human beings; Death; Love; Life; Fear and ...; Have written.
Dubliners is a collection of fifteen short stories by James Joyce, first published in 1914. They form a naturalistic depiction of Irish middle class life in and around Dublin in the early years of the 20th century.
The stories:
The Sisters 鈥� After the priest Father Flynn dies, a young boy who was close to him and his family deals with his death superficially.
An Encounter 鈥� Two schoolboys playing truant encounter a middle-aged man.
Araby 鈥� A boy falls in love with the sister of his friend, but fails in his quest to buy her a worthy gift from the Araby bazaar.
Eveline 鈥� A young woman weighs her decision to flee Ireland with a sailor.
After the Race 鈥� College student Jimmy Doyle tries to fit in with his wealthy friends.
Two Gallants 鈥� Two con men, Lenehan and Corley, find a maid who is willing to steal from her employer.
The Boarding House 鈥� Mrs Mooney successfully manoeuvres her daughter Polly into an upwardly mobile marriage with her lodger Mr Doran.
A Little Cloud 鈥� Little Chandler's dinner with his old friend Ignatius Gallaher casts fresh light on his own failed literary dreams. The story also reflects on Chandler's mood upon realising that his baby son has replaced him as the centre of his wife's affections.
Counterparts 鈥� Farrington, a lumbering alcoholic scrivener, takes out his frustration in pubs and on his son Tom.
Clay 鈥� The old maid Maria, a laundress, celebrates Halloween with her former foster child Joe Donnelly and his family.
A Painful Case 鈥� Mr Duffy rebuffs Mrs Sinico, then, four years later, realises that he has condemned her to loneliness and death.
Ivy Day in the Committee Room 鈥� Minor politicians fail to live up to the memory of Charles Stewart Parnell.
A Mother 鈥� Mrs Kearney tries to win a place of pride for her daughter, Kathleen, in the Irish cultural movement, by starring her in a series of concerts, but ultimately fails.
Grace 鈥� After Mr Kernan injures himself falling down the stairs in a bar, his friends try to reform him through Catholicism.
The Dead 鈥� Gabriel Conroy attends a party, and later, as he speaks with his wife, has an epiphany about the nature of life and death. At 15鈥�16,000 words this story has also been classified as a novella. The Dead was adapted into a film by John Huston, written for the screen by his son Tony and starring his daughter Anjelica as Mrs. Conroy.
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In his stories, Joyce combines heterogeneous elements. Poetic mysticism is expressed in a naturalistic way.
They pay attention to sound and melody for illustration. In their works, they always use humor and irony and references to myths and holy books.
If the reader can grasp all these mysteries, he will be glad that he may not be able to read any other work.
Joyce is a language engineer before he became a writer.
Joyce's particular view of language, and the word, as the cells that make up the body of the story, is so profound and original that critics are still struggling to uncover the vague layers of his stories.
The sections are hidden side by side in new words, invented by Joyce himself. There are two completely different opinions about Joyce.
Some consider him a complex lunatic. That his conflict with language has led him astray, and others who say he has unparalleled talent, which is beyond human comprehension today.
Joyce's innovation in language is unbelievable. Not only do they bring to life the ancient words of their language; They also make words in their works. Sometimes, words with more than a hundred letters, or a combination of several words, that make up a word, show a multiple sense.
Multi-layered words that tell and convey several secrets. According to Joyce, the world is in bad shape.
In which lowly joys and poverty and depravity threaten human life.
The book embraces and embraces a collection of fifteen short stories, including issues such as Irish history; Human beings; Death; Love; Life; Fear and ...; Have written.
Dubliners is a collection of fifteen short stories by James Joyce, first published in 1914. They form a naturalistic depiction of Irish middle class life in and around Dublin in the early years of the 20th century.
The stories:
The Sisters 鈥� After the priest Father Flynn dies, a young boy who was close to him and his family deals with his death superficially.
An Encounter 鈥� Two schoolboys playing truant encounter a middle-aged man.
Araby 鈥� A boy falls in love with the sister of his friend, but fails in his quest to buy her a worthy gift from the Araby bazaar.
Eveline 鈥� A young woman weighs her decision to flee Ireland with a sailor.
After the Race 鈥� College student Jimmy Doyle tries to fit in with his wealthy friends.
Two Gallants 鈥� Two con men, Lenehan and Corley, find a maid who is willing to steal from her employer.
The Boarding House 鈥� Mrs Mooney successfully manoeuvres her daughter Polly into an upwardly mobile marriage with her lodger Mr Doran.
A Little Cloud 鈥� Little Chandler's dinner with his old friend Ignatius Gallaher casts fresh light on his own failed literary dreams. The story also reflects on Chandler's mood upon realising that his baby son has replaced him as the centre of his wife's affections.
Counterparts 鈥� Farrington, a lumbering alcoholic scrivener, takes out his frustration in pubs and on his son Tom.
Clay 鈥� The old maid Maria, a laundress, celebrates Halloween with her former foster child Joe Donnelly and his family.
A Painful Case 鈥� Mr Duffy rebuffs Mrs Sinico, then, four years later, realises that he has condemned her to loneliness and death.
Ivy Day in the Committee Room 鈥� Minor politicians fail to live up to the memory of Charles Stewart Parnell.
A Mother 鈥� Mrs Kearney tries to win a place of pride for her daughter, Kathleen, in the Irish cultural movement, by starring her in a series of concerts, but ultimately fails.
Grace 鈥� After Mr Kernan injures himself falling down the stairs in a bar, his friends try to reform him through Catholicism.
The Dead 鈥� Gabriel Conroy attends a party, and later, as he speaks with his wife, has an epiphany about the nature of life and death. At 15鈥�16,000 words this story has also been classified as a novella. The Dead was adapted into a film by John Huston, written for the screen by his son Tony and starring his daughter Anjelica as Mrs. Conroy.
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In The Dead, the last story in this collection, Gabriel Conroy recounts an anecdote about his grandfather and his horse, Johnny, who used to walk in circles to drive the grinding stone in a mill. One day, the grandfather harnessed the horse and took him out to a military review. But Johnny, disoriented as he passed by a statue of William III, started circling the monument stubbornly as if he were back at the mill. This little tale within a tale encapsulates perfectly the spirit and essence of Joyce鈥檚 Dubliners.
At first glance, Joyce鈥檚 stories could be read as a series of naturalistic vignettes, 鈥渟lices of life鈥� depicting the insignificant day-to-day misfortunes of a few random Irish characters at the turn of the 20th century. Children playing in the street, young girls playing the piano, working men getting drunk and mouthing off at the pub鈥� In a way, that is indeed what Dubliners is about: the shabby neighbourhoods, the outdated mani猫re d鈥櫭猼re, the constricted lives, the frustrated yearnings and the spiritual bleakness of those times. Dubliners is also a twin of , where Joyce focuses on minor characters rather than on Stephen Dedalus.
Of course, there is more to these tales than meets the eye. Firstly, most of these trivial stories hark back to deeper cultural, even archetypal models: the Arthurian quest (Araby), or the voyage from Hell to Heaven (Grace) 鈥� Johnny, the horse, as an eternal and hopeless Sisyphus, etc. Secondly, Joyce also infuses these tales with the political arguments of his time: the debates around Irish identity, Protestantism and the influence of the Catholic Church, the unionist and the separatist movements (still topical today), and the general opinion that Ireland was being strangled by the crown of England 鈥� again, old Johnny going round and round at the foot of King Billy.
Further still, the overarching structure of these tales takes the reader through the different stages of life, like a disjointed Bildungsroman. Childhood, adolescence, adulthood, old age and death. Indeed, the motif of death frames the entire collection, from the remains of Father Flynn at the very beginning, to the distant loss of Michael Furey at the end, and the eternal snow falling over an ever-darkening universe. This recurring theme makes Dubliners, at the core, a sort of literary vanitas, and the fifteen stories, taken as a whole, reveal a poignant picture of the transience of life and the circularity of time.
John Huston鈥檚 last film, an adaptation of The Dead, is an underrated and heart-breaking masterpiece that captures exactly the nostalgic atmosphere of Joyce鈥檚 novella.
At first glance, Joyce鈥檚 stories could be read as a series of naturalistic vignettes, 鈥渟lices of life鈥� depicting the insignificant day-to-day misfortunes of a few random Irish characters at the turn of the 20th century. Children playing in the street, young girls playing the piano, working men getting drunk and mouthing off at the pub鈥� In a way, that is indeed what Dubliners is about: the shabby neighbourhoods, the outdated mani猫re d鈥櫭猼re, the constricted lives, the frustrated yearnings and the spiritual bleakness of those times. Dubliners is also a twin of , where Joyce focuses on minor characters rather than on Stephen Dedalus.
Of course, there is more to these tales than meets the eye. Firstly, most of these trivial stories hark back to deeper cultural, even archetypal models: the Arthurian quest (Araby), or the voyage from Hell to Heaven (Grace) 鈥� Johnny, the horse, as an eternal and hopeless Sisyphus, etc. Secondly, Joyce also infuses these tales with the political arguments of his time: the debates around Irish identity, Protestantism and the influence of the Catholic Church, the unionist and the separatist movements (still topical today), and the general opinion that Ireland was being strangled by the crown of England 鈥� again, old Johnny going round and round at the foot of King Billy.
Further still, the overarching structure of these tales takes the reader through the different stages of life, like a disjointed Bildungsroman. Childhood, adolescence, adulthood, old age and death. Indeed, the motif of death frames the entire collection, from the remains of Father Flynn at the very beginning, to the distant loss of Michael Furey at the end, and the eternal snow falling over an ever-darkening universe. This recurring theme makes Dubliners, at the core, a sort of literary vanitas, and the fifteen stories, taken as a whole, reveal a poignant picture of the transience of life and the circularity of time.
John Huston鈥檚 last film, an adaptation of The Dead, is an underrated and heart-breaking masterpiece that captures exactly the nostalgic atmosphere of Joyce鈥檚 novella.
June 14, 2017
Was James Joyce the greatest English language writer in modern times?
I don鈥檛 know, maybe, but Dubliners helps to make his case.
Brilliant in it鈥檚 subtle, realistic way.
Fifteen stories that paint a portrait of Dublin at the turn of last century. "The Dead" is the final story and the most poignant and powerful but several stand out as exceptional, and they are all good.
鈥淐ounterparts鈥� is a disturbing close up look at the old drunken Irish family stereotype that fails to be humorous. 鈥淎 Mother鈥� though epitomizes the stereotype of a blusterous, stubborn as a mule Irish mother. And about those Irish stereotype? Might they have been given voice by Joyce through Dubliners?
A highly influential work from a respected, inspiring author - this is great reading.
I don鈥檛 know, maybe, but Dubliners helps to make his case.
Brilliant in it鈥檚 subtle, realistic way.
Fifteen stories that paint a portrait of Dublin at the turn of last century. "The Dead" is the final story and the most poignant and powerful but several stand out as exceptional, and they are all good.
鈥淐ounterparts鈥� is a disturbing close up look at the old drunken Irish family stereotype that fails to be humorous. 鈥淎 Mother鈥� though epitomizes the stereotype of a blusterous, stubborn as a mule Irish mother. And about those Irish stereotype? Might they have been given voice by Joyce through Dubliners?
A highly influential work from a respected, inspiring author - this is great reading.
August 11, 2023
Childhood鈥� Old age鈥� Ages in between鈥� Coming of age鈥� Dying鈥�
The first amorous admiration from afar鈥�
Dubliners is an opulent gallery of colourful personages and kaleidoscopic images鈥� Truant schoolboys encounter an erudite vagabond鈥� A young girl afraid of changes destroys her future happiness鈥� Motorcar races鈥� A penniless beau begging for money鈥� A boarding house proprietress catching a husband for her seduced daughter鈥� A reunion of two old friends who become just strangers now鈥�
A rogue of an incompetent petty clerk whose only pleasure is drinking鈥� A timorous service girl鈥檚 day off鈥� A lonely man frightened of any human relationship鈥� Empty talks and idle drinking鈥� A despotic mother鈥檚 foolish behaviour鈥� Drunkenness and piety鈥� The Christmas celebration as a culmination of the year鈥�
Celebrations end鈥� Life continues鈥�
Infants are born鈥� The aged die鈥� And traditions are kept from generation to generation.
鈥淥h, quite peacefully, ma鈥檃m, said Eliza. You couldn鈥檛 tell when the breath went out of him. He had a beautiful death, God be praised.鈥�
The first amorous admiration from afar鈥�
I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
Dubliners is an opulent gallery of colourful personages and kaleidoscopic images鈥� Truant schoolboys encounter an erudite vagabond鈥� A young girl afraid of changes destroys her future happiness鈥� Motorcar races鈥� A penniless beau begging for money鈥� A boarding house proprietress catching a husband for her seduced daughter鈥� A reunion of two old friends who become just strangers now鈥�
The adventure of meeting Gallaher after eight years, of finding himself with Gallaher in Corless鈥檚 surrounded by lights and noise, of listening to Gallaher鈥檚 stories and of sharing for a brief space Gallaher鈥檚 vagrant and triumphant life, upset the equipoise of his sensitive nature. He felt acutely the contrast between his own life and his friend鈥檚, and it seemed to him unjust.
A rogue of an incompetent petty clerk whose only pleasure is drinking鈥� A timorous service girl鈥檚 day off鈥� A lonely man frightened of any human relationship鈥� Empty talks and idle drinking鈥� A despotic mother鈥檚 foolish behaviour鈥� Drunkenness and piety鈥� The Christmas celebration as a culmination of the year鈥�
A fat brown goose lay at one end of the table and at the other end, on a bed of creased paper strewn with sprigs of parsley, lay a great ham, stripped of its outer skin and peppered over with crust crumbs, a neat paper frill round its shin and beside this was a round of spiced beef.
Celebrations end鈥� Life continues鈥�
Infants are born鈥� The aged die鈥� And traditions are kept from generation to generation.
November 29, 2017
Another book from my project (quite successful until now) to read more classics. When I was in college and Uni I was all about contemporary literature (Marquez, Reverte, Murakami) and I missed many of the "must read" authors. I am trying to redeem myself now.
I chose the Dubliners because I knew I would never have the will and patience to finish Ulysses. I have to admit that although I understand the value of the volume and its structure, I did not like it. It bore me terribly. I fell asleep while reading many times and it was a struggle to follow the stories. Some stories were really good but the majority were just boring. I also read a couple of analysis for the stories which were far more interesting than the stories themselves.
I chose the Dubliners because I knew I would never have the will and patience to finish Ulysses. I have to admit that although I understand the value of the volume and its structure, I did not like it. It bore me terribly. I fell asleep while reading many times and it was a struggle to follow the stories. Some stories were really good but the majority were just boring. I also read a couple of analysis for the stories which were far more interesting than the stories themselves.
January 26, 2025
James Joyce is best known for his obscure Ulysses and Finnegans Wake and is also the author of this collection of short stories about Dubliners. It would be difficult to speak of enhancement since Joyce does not idealize his compatriots. In rich and neat language, Joyce describes the Irish capital at the beginning of the 20th century through stories that plunge into rampant bourgeois daily life.
From schoolchildren who left to skip school to supporters of Charles Parnell, the hero of independence, Joyce is more attached to the inhabitants than the city itself. The author describes the frustrations of social conventions that are impossible to eliminate: the lost loves and the desires for elsewhere鈥攁 genuine literary photograph of the city.
From schoolchildren who left to skip school to supporters of Charles Parnell, the hero of independence, Joyce is more attached to the inhabitants than the city itself. The author describes the frustrations of social conventions that are impossible to eliminate: the lost loves and the desires for elsewhere鈥攁 genuine literary photograph of the city.
October 4, 2014
Before embarking towards my maiden Joyce read, I prepared myself to pour in as much effort required on my part to understand Dubliners. I didn鈥檛 assume them to be incomprehensible or distant, but an anxiety akin to meeting a known stranger for the first time was definitely present. The said anxiety shortly materialized into a much-awaited prospect after reading the opening story and finally transformed into a confident and gentle companion who led me through the sepia streets of an unassuming city. Dublin, as I soon realized, was just around the corner.
I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child鈥檚 play, ugly monotonous child鈥檚 play.
Calmly engaged within the secure air of its daily affairs, the people of Dublin were also ostensibly calm and secure and yet a moment reflection about a dormant or potential life managed to extract stories which were snuggled in simple form and simpler titles but traced intricate and at times, unheeded emotions. An aimless walk concluded in cheap happiness and an embarrassing accident convinced someone to search for an elusive redemption. A death unveiled the value of oblivious living while a motherly conduct was driven by frustrations and misplaced ambitions. Most of these characters were representative, not whole but of a remarkable fragment of lives that we either experience ourselves or witness in others during the time we live.
She sat amid the chilly circle of her accomplishments, waiting for some suitor to brave it and offer her a brilliant life.
A perpetual struggle for attention between past and present was an integral part of these stories sans any violent clashes. Some of them appeared as if being viewed from a neighbor鈥檚 window and some welcomed me through a cordial door and took their time to introduce every element of the household. I admired how well the majority of people were coping with the consequences of their choices and how easily they found humor in the ironies of life. And I quailed on seeing the suffocation of the negligible minority on being caught in the web of their inhibitions. I understood that even after getting a crystal clear view of their circumstances from a vantage point, they still refused to adopt a different course, to sail away to a different country, to a dreamy world.
It was hard work 鈥� a hard life 鈥� but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesirable life.
With every subsequent narration, I imagined Joyce to be in deep contemplation about everything and everyone around him. I imagined him to carefully select an appropriate frame for his various thoughts and placing each one of them at their desirous place. I imagined how he must have wanted to capture an epiphanic moment among the melancholic tune of Irish songs, when he wanted to paint a picture with decided title but undecided colors; or when he simply wished to write about the approachable beauty of that girl on other side of the pavement. I imagined his joy for the love and pain at the criticism for his native place. I was left in awe of the virtuosity of this young man and the several portraits he created with his words.
He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a predicate in the past tense.
And when I reached the end, I simply wished to possess a literary talent like this for a very short time to write a story of my own and discreetly slip it into this collection. Dublin and Dubliners felt that close to me.
August 25, 2022
Como no se me ocurre nada que decirles que est茅 m铆nimamente a la altura de la obra, y aunque esto no sea algo que me haya frenado nunca, he decidido que lo mejor ser谩 transcribir aqu铆 el pr贸logo de Vargas Llosa de casi diez p谩ginas que acompa帽a a mi edici贸n (para facilitar su lectura, me he permitido eliminar las partes pedantes, incomprensibles, exageradas, erradas y, claro est谩, todo aquello que he juzgado superfluo):
芦bla, bla, bla鈥� La abrumadora importancia de Ulises y de Finnegans Wake, experimentos literarios que revolucionaron la narrativa moderna, hace olvidar a veces que aquel libro de cuentos, de hechura m谩s tradicional y tributario, en apariencia al menos, de un realismo naturalista que ya para la fecha en que fue publicado (1914) era algo arcaico, no es un libro menor, de aprendizaje, sino la primera obra maestra que Joyce escribi贸鈥� bla bla bla禄
P.S. Naturalmente, esto no es m谩s que una torpe broma, el pr贸logo de Llosa, tambi茅n recogido en su libro 鈥淟a verdad de las mentiras鈥�, est谩 realmente bien.
October 16, 2023
What I Would Do Differently:
1) Read the stories starting from the back and work my way forward.
Before starting to read Dubliners (which I thought was pronounced Dub 鈥� line 鈥� ers. Oops!), I looked up this title in James Mustich鈥檚 1,000 Books. It said that the best story was at the very end of the book.
However, the last story is also the longest in the collection. By that time, I was bored, disenchanted, and had relatively no focus.
In my opinion, the stories don鈥檛 build on one another or have repeat characters, and I wish I went into the best story more refreshed.
2) Created a list of characters for each story
These short stories almost felt like they were ripped from a longer book. There are many characters in the stories, and Joyce didn鈥檛 make them memorable enough to remember.
3) Planned to read only one story at a time
Initially, I picked up this book because it has a relatively low page count, and it was recommended by James Mustich (whose taste I greatly respect). When I read the first story, I felt extremely lost. Then, I read it again, figuring I was just tired the first time.
Um no.
I still had no clue what was going on after the second reading. I cracked open SparkNotes, and, apparently, there was religious symbolism about being paralyzed that I just didn鈥檛 get even after 2 readings.
I ended up spending more time in the research materials than in the source materials.
Confession Time:
This collection of short stories was really rough. Between the (at times) very long sentence structure of Joyce to some of the archaic language to the many unneeded characters in a short period of time to the extremely subtle symbolism to the uniquely Irish words (like stirabout), I didn鈥檛 really understand what was going on, and I didn鈥檛 enjoy the experience of reading this.
Here鈥檚 hoping that Ulysses will be a better experience.
Connect With Me!
1) Read the stories starting from the back and work my way forward.
Before starting to read Dubliners (which I thought was pronounced Dub 鈥� line 鈥� ers. Oops!), I looked up this title in James Mustich鈥檚 1,000 Books. It said that the best story was at the very end of the book.
However, the last story is also the longest in the collection. By that time, I was bored, disenchanted, and had relatively no focus.
In my opinion, the stories don鈥檛 build on one another or have repeat characters, and I wish I went into the best story more refreshed.
2) Created a list of characters for each story
These short stories almost felt like they were ripped from a longer book. There are many characters in the stories, and Joyce didn鈥檛 make them memorable enough to remember.
3) Planned to read only one story at a time
Initially, I picked up this book because it has a relatively low page count, and it was recommended by James Mustich (whose taste I greatly respect). When I read the first story, I felt extremely lost. Then, I read it again, figuring I was just tired the first time.
Um no.
I still had no clue what was going on after the second reading. I cracked open SparkNotes, and, apparently, there was religious symbolism about being paralyzed that I just didn鈥檛 get even after 2 readings.
I ended up spending more time in the research materials than in the source materials.
Confession Time:
This collection of short stories was really rough. Between the (at times) very long sentence structure of Joyce to some of the archaic language to the many unneeded characters in a short period of time to the extremely subtle symbolism to the uniquely Irish words (like stirabout), I didn鈥檛 really understand what was going on, and I didn鈥檛 enjoy the experience of reading this.
Here鈥檚 hoping that Ulysses will be a better experience.
Connect With Me!
October 6, 2020
I was put off by reading James Joyce because I was scared of reading him 鈥� that I wouldn鈥檛 understand a damn thing he said although I knew he was a brilliant writer鈥ne for the ages. I think it was 鈥楿lysses鈥� that scared me off, and I made a massive generalization (if I don鈥檛 understand that book, I won鈥檛 understand anything by Joyce). My mistake.
I remember a 欧宝娱乐 friend recommended I read it, because I think I or they had read a short story collection (whose author escapes me right now), and they said there was some similarity of 鈥楧ubliners鈥� to the short story collection we were discussing. So, I procured a copy and was blown away. My copy was an issue by Oxford World鈥檚 Classics. There were oodles of footnotes to each story near the back of the book, and after I read a short story I would then go the back of the book and read the footnotes (not every footnote but a large number of them). I learned a lot via the footnotes, and found them to be very interesting.
There were 15 stories, and as I read, I took notes and rated each story 鈥� I鈥檒l just list the ratings next to the stories (average is 3.8 stars but add in the Introduction, an alternative translation of 鈥楽isters鈥�, and the footnotes and it adds up to 5 by my reckoning. 馃槉 ).
鈥� Sisters: 4 stars
鈥� An Encounter: 3.5 stars
鈥� Araby: 4 stars
鈥� Eveline: 4.5 stars
鈥� After the Race: 2 stars
鈥� Two Gallants: 3 stars
鈥� The Boarding House: 5 stars
鈥� A Little Cloud: 4 stars
鈥� Counterparts: 4.5 stars
鈥� Clay: 3.5 stars
鈥� A Painful Case: 5 stars
鈥� Ivy Day in the Committee Room: 2 stars
鈥� A Mother: 3.5 stars
鈥� Grace: 4 stars
鈥� The Dead: 5 stars
That last story 鈥楾he Dead鈥� has to be one of the best short stories I have read in a long time. So much to pack in it (it was about 40 pages long). The last page in which the husband Gabriel is thinking about the young man who once loved his wife, and she him, before Gabriel came onto the scene was just 鈥� so sad, so beautifully written. What a wonderful way to end the short story collection鈥� 鈥淗is soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.鈥�
I learned where 鈥渂eyond the pale鈥� came from. Up until today, I was clueless.
鈥� 鈥楾he pale鈥� was the name given in the 14th century to that part of Ireland over which England exercised jurisdiction before the whole was conquered; centered on Dublin, it varied in extent at different times from the reign of Henry II until full conquest under Elizabeth I鈥� in 鈥榠n the pale鈥�, 鈥榩ale鈥� connotes 鈥榗ivilization鈥� or 鈥榗ivilized behavior鈥�; here, it means specifically 鈥榗onceding in his behavior the authority of the Church鈥� and ironically inverts the historical meaning where the 鈥榳ild鈥� Irish Catholic native population existed 鈥榖eyond the pale鈥�; they now, of course, figuratively represent 鈥榯he pale鈥� itself (referred to in 鈥楪race鈥�).
I didn鈥檛 know in Catholicism that The Immaculate Conception (mother of Jesus having conceived although a virgin), though a generally held belief from the time of the Middle Ages, did not become dogma until 1854 (from 鈥楪race鈥�).
There was one part of a short story I found to be quite humorous (鈥楾he Dead鈥�): several Catholics are conversing with a Protestant. Mr. Browne, about monks who put people up who visit them at the monastery and do not charge room and board, and the kind of ascetic lifestyle the monks live:
He was astonished to hear that the monks never spoke, got up at two in the morning and slept in their coffins. He asked what they did it for.
鈥� 鈥淭hat鈥檚 the rule of the order,鈥� said Aunt Katie firmly.
鈥� 鈥淵es, but why?鈥� asked Mr. Browne.
鈥� Aunt Katie repeated that it was the rule, that was all. Mr. Browne still seemed not to understand. Freddy Malins explained to him, as best he could, that the monks were trying to make up for the sins committed by all the sinners in the outside world, The explanation was not very clear for Mr. Browne grinned and said:
鈥� 鈥淚 like that idea very much but wouldn鈥檛 a comfortable spring bed do them as well as a coffin?鈥�
One final observation from me and then I鈥檒l shut my piehole. There were a number of stories in which people were alcoholic, or were drunk, or their family wished they would stay abstinent. In the majority of cases the alcoholism centered on male characters. (The cover illustration shows a man at a pub with a beer mug in his hand (鈥楶orter at the Fair鈥� by Jack B. Yeats, 1910).
I remember a 欧宝娱乐 friend recommended I read it, because I think I or they had read a short story collection (whose author escapes me right now), and they said there was some similarity of 鈥楧ubliners鈥� to the short story collection we were discussing. So, I procured a copy and was blown away. My copy was an issue by Oxford World鈥檚 Classics. There were oodles of footnotes to each story near the back of the book, and after I read a short story I would then go the back of the book and read the footnotes (not every footnote but a large number of them). I learned a lot via the footnotes, and found them to be very interesting.
There were 15 stories, and as I read, I took notes and rated each story 鈥� I鈥檒l just list the ratings next to the stories (average is 3.8 stars but add in the Introduction, an alternative translation of 鈥楽isters鈥�, and the footnotes and it adds up to 5 by my reckoning. 馃槉 ).
鈥� Sisters: 4 stars
鈥� An Encounter: 3.5 stars
鈥� Araby: 4 stars
鈥� Eveline: 4.5 stars
鈥� After the Race: 2 stars
鈥� Two Gallants: 3 stars
鈥� The Boarding House: 5 stars
鈥� A Little Cloud: 4 stars
鈥� Counterparts: 4.5 stars
鈥� Clay: 3.5 stars
鈥� A Painful Case: 5 stars
鈥� Ivy Day in the Committee Room: 2 stars
鈥� A Mother: 3.5 stars
鈥� Grace: 4 stars
鈥� The Dead: 5 stars
That last story 鈥楾he Dead鈥� has to be one of the best short stories I have read in a long time. So much to pack in it (it was about 40 pages long). The last page in which the husband Gabriel is thinking about the young man who once loved his wife, and she him, before Gabriel came onto the scene was just 鈥� so sad, so beautifully written. What a wonderful way to end the short story collection鈥� 鈥淗is soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.鈥�
I learned where 鈥渂eyond the pale鈥� came from. Up until today, I was clueless.
鈥� 鈥楾he pale鈥� was the name given in the 14th century to that part of Ireland over which England exercised jurisdiction before the whole was conquered; centered on Dublin, it varied in extent at different times from the reign of Henry II until full conquest under Elizabeth I鈥� in 鈥榠n the pale鈥�, 鈥榩ale鈥� connotes 鈥榗ivilization鈥� or 鈥榗ivilized behavior鈥�; here, it means specifically 鈥榗onceding in his behavior the authority of the Church鈥� and ironically inverts the historical meaning where the 鈥榳ild鈥� Irish Catholic native population existed 鈥榖eyond the pale鈥�; they now, of course, figuratively represent 鈥榯he pale鈥� itself (referred to in 鈥楪race鈥�).
I didn鈥檛 know in Catholicism that The Immaculate Conception (mother of Jesus having conceived although a virgin), though a generally held belief from the time of the Middle Ages, did not become dogma until 1854 (from 鈥楪race鈥�).
There was one part of a short story I found to be quite humorous (鈥楾he Dead鈥�): several Catholics are conversing with a Protestant. Mr. Browne, about monks who put people up who visit them at the monastery and do not charge room and board, and the kind of ascetic lifestyle the monks live:
He was astonished to hear that the monks never spoke, got up at two in the morning and slept in their coffins. He asked what they did it for.
鈥� 鈥淭hat鈥檚 the rule of the order,鈥� said Aunt Katie firmly.
鈥� 鈥淵es, but why?鈥� asked Mr. Browne.
鈥� Aunt Katie repeated that it was the rule, that was all. Mr. Browne still seemed not to understand. Freddy Malins explained to him, as best he could, that the monks were trying to make up for the sins committed by all the sinners in the outside world, The explanation was not very clear for Mr. Browne grinned and said:
鈥� 鈥淚 like that idea very much but wouldn鈥檛 a comfortable spring bed do them as well as a coffin?鈥�
One final observation from me and then I鈥檒l shut my piehole. There were a number of stories in which people were alcoholic, or were drunk, or their family wished they would stay abstinent. In the majority of cases the alcoholism centered on male characters. (The cover illustration shows a man at a pub with a beer mug in his hand (鈥楶orter at the Fair鈥� by Jack B. Yeats, 1910).
February 16, 2016
(*)
This is a collection of short stories. Or are they one single long story? 鈥淎 Portrait of the City as an Old and Stultifying Enclave.鈥�?
This story fashions a kaleidoscopic vision of Dublin in the early 1900s. This is a city enclosed in a gray cylinder that a hand turns periodically and new scenes are conjured up for the contemplation of a single (male) eye. The same components reappear, falling in different places playing different relationships with each other; some others disappear forever or stay hidden in the corners to may be reappear again after all. One cannot know how the elements will place themselves on the next turn.
Rich collection of elements: youth and adulthood 鈥� money matters 鈥� trapping marriages 鈥� trapping love 鈥� ill-conceived duties 鈥� Mary 鈥� temptations for youth 鈥� the ghost of England 鈥� the public house 鈥� chattered dreams 鈥� Jesuits 鈥� alcohol 鈥� nationalism 鈥� unfeminine women 鈥� dreams of change 鈥� school ploys 鈥� Death 鈥� Parnell 鈥� liberating escape 鈥� topographical anchorage of the streets of Dublin.
Another turn. And there is Dublin again.
And each time we recognize the narrow spaces, the sombre, the dreary, the faded, the routine, and the bleak prospects.
The drabness of many of these hovering elements is however transformed by a play of incantation. The desolation is perplexingly denatured into elegance and the stark absence of sentimentality blooms because what it renders is so very genuine. There is a magic wand in the form of a pen of wizardry that by the clothing with words, precisely chosen words, carefully written words, encapsulates the dreariness and creates tales that captivate and enchant us.
And may be there is also an additional light in this kaleidoscope that makes these sorry elements shine through those inner reflecting mirrors.
The humour of a sparkling and luminous mind.
(**)
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(*) Citiscape. Rachel Simonson, US.
(**) Anthropocene. David Thomas Smith, Ireland.
January 2, 2018
James Joyce once said; "If Dublin suddenly disappeared from the Earth it could be reconstructed out of my book Ulysses". I have never been to Dublin so I have no idea what it's like today, but through Joyce's writings I have a sense of what it was like in the early 20th century. It鈥檚 not so much that he describes the physical city, but his descriptions of its establishments, its social and political atmosphere, and especially its people, is so detailed and complete that the physical picture just "pops up", like in one of those children's pop up books. It is so in Ulysses and it certainly is true in this book, Dubliners.
Dubliners, this collection of 15 short stories, was published in 1914, two years before and eight years before . These stories lay the groundwork for his later novels, a primer, if you will. I think it's good advice to anyone just starting on James Joyce works, to start with . Like all short story collections some are better than others, but they are all good, all consistent, and they never stray from Joyce's verbal painting of his beloved Dublin.
Dubliners, this collection of 15 short stories, was published in 1914, two years before and eight years before . These stories lay the groundwork for his later novels, a primer, if you will. I think it's good advice to anyone just starting on James Joyce works, to start with . Like all short story collections some are better than others, but they are all good, all consistent, and they never stray from Joyce's verbal painting of his beloved Dublin.
February 22, 2021
"Irlanda es un gran pa铆s. Lo llaman la Isla Esmeralda. Despu茅s de siglos de estrangulamiento, el gobierno metropolitano la ha dejado desierta y es ahora un campo de barbecho. El gobierno sembr贸 hambre, s铆filis, superstici贸n y alcoholismo: puritanos, jesuitas y reaccionarios crecen ahora." James Joyce
Cuando uno recorre la lista de los m谩s grandes escritores que dio la literatura y pone especial atenci贸n en aquellos que amaron en el real sentido de la palabra a su tierra natal, la cantidad de autores se acorta notablemente.
Adem谩s de los aedos griegos, que le escrib铆an a su terru帽o en forma inevitable descubriremos que ciertos autores tuvieron el concepto de pertenencia muy claro.
Muchos escritores sintieron una especial铆sima afici贸n por su pa铆s: Garc铆a M谩rquez por Colombia, Balzac, Hugo y Flaubert por Francia, Hawthorne y su naturaleza americana por nombrar algunos.
Pero cuando se habla de amor por una ciudad, pocos, muy pocos son los que rescatamos. Creo que junto a Fi贸dor Dostoievski, un apasionado de su querida San Petersburgo y a Julio Cort谩zar, desdoblado entre la urbanidad de Buenos Aires y la cosmopolita Par铆s, s贸lo James Joyce es un devoto y fiel amante de su ciudad natal, Dubl铆n, una de las principales ciudades de Irlanda junto a Belfast y Kilkenny.
Los quince cuentos y relatos de 鈥淒ublineses鈥� se impregnan de esa m铆stica irlandesa en sus calles, su gente y edificios. Nuevamente recuerdo a Julio Cort谩zar porque creo que estos dos autores supieron ahondar profundamente en la idiosincrasia de sus ciudades logrando mostrarnos con firmes pinceladas c贸mo era la naturaleza real de sus habitantes y de esos submundos descriptos en bares, oficinas, casas, parques, calles, ciudades, muelles y plazas.
Joyce retrata en cada cuento la frustraci贸n y la soledad de muchos dublineses. La gran mayor铆a de ellos son simples oficinistas, mucamas, se帽oras mayores, alcoh贸licos, pol铆ticos de poca monta, j贸venes desempleados. Joyce quiso retratar la 鈥減ar谩lisis鈥� dublinesa. Los relatos como vienen se van, algunos de ellos quedan abiertos a las m煤ltiples interpretaciones de los lectores y siempre nos dejan un sabor agridulce.
La muerte sobrevuela omnipresente y poderosa en muchos de estos cuentos y el desasosiego se instala en los personajes. En la mayor铆a de estos cuentos los intentos de estos son f煤tiles, no alcanzan para cubrir sus necesidades, anhelos o esperanzas. No encontraremos aqu铆 pasajes divertidos. Tal vez alguna an茅cdota cuasi graciosa, pero el ambiente de los cuentos es el de un leve flotar de almas en suspenso.
De todos los cuentos y adem谩s de 鈥淟os Muertos鈥�, del cual ya hice la rese帽a correspondiente, los que m谩s me gustaron fueron 鈥淓veline鈥�, 鈥淐opias鈥� y 鈥淯n caso doloroso鈥�. Son tres cuentos profundos, escritos con suma fineza y bell铆sima precisi贸n literaria y creo adem谩s que el trato que Joyce le da al contexto psicol贸gico de los personajes es realmente maravilloso.
Releer 鈥淒ublineses鈥� reafirma mi profunda devoci贸n por Joyce, un genial escritor del que supe vencer el 鈥渕iedo literario鈥� a la hora de afrontar su obra m谩s dif铆cil como lo fue el 鈥淯lises鈥� y como ser谩 en breve leer su 鈥淔innegan鈥檚 Wake鈥�.
Mientras tanto, la lectura de este libro, 鈥淟os Muertos鈥� y 鈥淩etrato del artista adolescente鈥�, que constituyen la parte m谩s accesible de su obra definen lo que escrib铆 previamente: que cada d铆a quiero m谩s a James Joyce.
Cuando uno recorre la lista de los m谩s grandes escritores que dio la literatura y pone especial atenci贸n en aquellos que amaron en el real sentido de la palabra a su tierra natal, la cantidad de autores se acorta notablemente.
Adem谩s de los aedos griegos, que le escrib铆an a su terru帽o en forma inevitable descubriremos que ciertos autores tuvieron el concepto de pertenencia muy claro.
Muchos escritores sintieron una especial铆sima afici贸n por su pa铆s: Garc铆a M谩rquez por Colombia, Balzac, Hugo y Flaubert por Francia, Hawthorne y su naturaleza americana por nombrar algunos.
Pero cuando se habla de amor por una ciudad, pocos, muy pocos son los que rescatamos. Creo que junto a Fi贸dor Dostoievski, un apasionado de su querida San Petersburgo y a Julio Cort谩zar, desdoblado entre la urbanidad de Buenos Aires y la cosmopolita Par铆s, s贸lo James Joyce es un devoto y fiel amante de su ciudad natal, Dubl铆n, una de las principales ciudades de Irlanda junto a Belfast y Kilkenny.
Los quince cuentos y relatos de 鈥淒ublineses鈥� se impregnan de esa m铆stica irlandesa en sus calles, su gente y edificios. Nuevamente recuerdo a Julio Cort谩zar porque creo que estos dos autores supieron ahondar profundamente en la idiosincrasia de sus ciudades logrando mostrarnos con firmes pinceladas c贸mo era la naturaleza real de sus habitantes y de esos submundos descriptos en bares, oficinas, casas, parques, calles, ciudades, muelles y plazas.
Joyce retrata en cada cuento la frustraci贸n y la soledad de muchos dublineses. La gran mayor铆a de ellos son simples oficinistas, mucamas, se帽oras mayores, alcoh贸licos, pol铆ticos de poca monta, j贸venes desempleados. Joyce quiso retratar la 鈥減ar谩lisis鈥� dublinesa. Los relatos como vienen se van, algunos de ellos quedan abiertos a las m煤ltiples interpretaciones de los lectores y siempre nos dejan un sabor agridulce.
La muerte sobrevuela omnipresente y poderosa en muchos de estos cuentos y el desasosiego se instala en los personajes. En la mayor铆a de estos cuentos los intentos de estos son f煤tiles, no alcanzan para cubrir sus necesidades, anhelos o esperanzas. No encontraremos aqu铆 pasajes divertidos. Tal vez alguna an茅cdota cuasi graciosa, pero el ambiente de los cuentos es el de un leve flotar de almas en suspenso.
De todos los cuentos y adem谩s de 鈥淟os Muertos鈥�, del cual ya hice la rese帽a correspondiente, los que m谩s me gustaron fueron 鈥淓veline鈥�, 鈥淐opias鈥� y 鈥淯n caso doloroso鈥�. Son tres cuentos profundos, escritos con suma fineza y bell铆sima precisi贸n literaria y creo adem谩s que el trato que Joyce le da al contexto psicol贸gico de los personajes es realmente maravilloso.
Releer 鈥淒ublineses鈥� reafirma mi profunda devoci贸n por Joyce, un genial escritor del que supe vencer el 鈥渕iedo literario鈥� a la hora de afrontar su obra m谩s dif铆cil como lo fue el 鈥淯lises鈥� y como ser谩 en breve leer su 鈥淔innegan鈥檚 Wake鈥�.
Mientras tanto, la lectura de este libro, 鈥淟os Muertos鈥� y 鈥淩etrato del artista adolescente鈥�, que constituyen la parte m谩s accesible de su obra definen lo que escrib铆 previamente: que cada d铆a quiero m谩s a James Joyce.
March 19, 2025
Precise gems. Extremely lyrical and poetic. For those who have trouble getting through Ulysses or Finnegans Wake they will find works like Dubliners and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man infinitely more accessible.
I鈥檓 certain I鈥檒l always remember the last lines of The Dead:
鉂勶笍 鉂勶笍 Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Recommended. The Dead has its movie version.
I鈥檓 certain I鈥檒l always remember the last lines of The Dead:
鉂勶笍 鉂勶笍 Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Recommended. The Dead has its movie version.
December 27, 2019
As powerful a commitment to the form to be found in English. The original fourteen stories should be read as a set piece: as they portray the evolution of thought from childhood to adulthood: from dogmatic belief to reasoned denial. The Dead should be viewed separately. Five-stars!
July 2, 2021
My first Joyce. The right choice. A collection of stories that some may describe as beautiful, others as boring, maybe even brilliant, but that I want to describe as 鈥渁pt鈥�. Dublin is richer, I am sure, due to the fact that it has Dubliners to represent it. From the first story, The Sisters, to the last, The Dead, each story is apt 鈥� it is perfectly appropriate, perfectly suitable and fitting for the occasion which it describes. Not a word is out of place. No character does or says anything that is alarming. There are many pieces of praise and criticism that are widely available, all concerning themselves with the careful dissection of this collection, down to a word-by-word level. Lots of these pieces mention the 4-way split in overarching themes for these stories: childhood, adolescence, maturity, and public life. With these 4 pieces, you dive into Dublin, seeing the interaction of trials and tribulations across a variety of ages. Class, caste, gender, societal issues, all apparent in a manner that does not take away from the main point of any story.
With Dubliners, I got a little bit of everything. Some stories were interesting to witness from a third-party perspective (I wonder if saying that is arbitrary, seeing as most stories are experienced as such). For instance, An Encounter, where two boys skip out on school for a day, seeing what life brings them. They come across a strange, weird, shady character鈥� an older gentleman that is weirdly obsessed with 鈥渂eating鈥� little boys. Yeah鈥� I got as creeped out as the main character of this story. Some of the tales were boring. Ivy Day in the Committee Room, a story about a collection of people canvassing in preparation for the mayoral elections, had lots of elements about Irish nationalism and independence. I am sure it would have meant much more to someone for whom these issues are a matter of pride and blood. Where this collection was at its strongest, however, was when it was conveying the pathos of everyday life 鈥� this is a phenomenon that is similar across nations, time, and class structure. Counterparts, a story that brings to a sharp focus the problem(s) of alcoholism, does much more than just present a set of stereotypes about the Irish. It characterizes the ailment in a person, Farrington, who is not going about life willy-nilly. He is trying, he really is. You find yourself caring for his life, holding a moment of silence for his troubles, and accepting his massive flaws as a human. A Painful Case, a story that shows the depth of loneliness, the abyss that becomes a leech to certain people鈥檚 personalities, as they become increasingly unable to shake off the narcissism surrounding solitude in favour of a genuine human connection. And finally, who can read Dubliners without commenting on The Dead? The climax of the collection, a story that highlights the relativity of all of our lesser or greater concerns in relation to mortality. If you read nothing else but one story from this book, let it be this.
I have learned more about Dublin and the Irish with this one book than I may ever have done. Any city would be lucky to have such a candid encyclopedia to its name.
With Dubliners, I got a little bit of everything. Some stories were interesting to witness from a third-party perspective (I wonder if saying that is arbitrary, seeing as most stories are experienced as such). For instance, An Encounter, where two boys skip out on school for a day, seeing what life brings them. They come across a strange, weird, shady character鈥� an older gentleman that is weirdly obsessed with 鈥渂eating鈥� little boys. Yeah鈥� I got as creeped out as the main character of this story. Some of the tales were boring. Ivy Day in the Committee Room, a story about a collection of people canvassing in preparation for the mayoral elections, had lots of elements about Irish nationalism and independence. I am sure it would have meant much more to someone for whom these issues are a matter of pride and blood. Where this collection was at its strongest, however, was when it was conveying the pathos of everyday life 鈥� this is a phenomenon that is similar across nations, time, and class structure. Counterparts, a story that brings to a sharp focus the problem(s) of alcoholism, does much more than just present a set of stereotypes about the Irish. It characterizes the ailment in a person, Farrington, who is not going about life willy-nilly. He is trying, he really is. You find yourself caring for his life, holding a moment of silence for his troubles, and accepting his massive flaws as a human. A Painful Case, a story that shows the depth of loneliness, the abyss that becomes a leech to certain people鈥檚 personalities, as they become increasingly unable to shake off the narcissism surrounding solitude in favour of a genuine human connection. And finally, who can read Dubliners without commenting on The Dead? The climax of the collection, a story that highlights the relativity of all of our lesser or greater concerns in relation to mortality. If you read nothing else but one story from this book, let it be this.
I have learned more about Dublin and the Irish with this one book than I may ever have done. Any city would be lucky to have such a candid encyclopedia to its name.
June 4, 2021
This is my first reading of Joyce鈥檚 鈥淒ubliners.鈥� I know, shocking, everyone else read it in high school or collegiate undergraduate literature courses and were forced to author papers on Joyce鈥檚 themes and symbolism. I read it for pleasure and for background on a project I鈥檓 working on. It鈥檚 considered one of Joyce鈥檚 more accessible works, certainly when compared with 鈥淯lysses鈥� which has a reputation for everyone claiming to have read it, but no one actually does. Anyways, I did find it readable, even with it being over a hundred years old and full of references to cultural and colloquial phrases which are beyond me. Anyway, I鈥檒l try my hand at a short analysis of this collection of fifteen short stories.
The first thing that strikes me is how pedestrian and mundane the characters and even the plots of these tales are. This is the dreary, everyday life of Dublin commoners. It鈥檚 also largely filled with horrible people 鈥� thieves, drunks, and abusers to name a few. Most of the tales either end tragically (e.g., suicide) or at best 鈥� an unresolved melancholy stalemate. As I was reading it, I wasn鈥檛 sure if Joyce was going for a realistic expose of Dublin (sort of a 107-year-old version of a modern reality show) or something else. But when you step back and look at the whole of the book, it shows a stunted Dublin filled with people going nowhere and unable to break out of their gloomy routines and lives. And knowing a little of the history of Ireland, it makes me wonder if this was a delicate cut on the impact of English colonialism and maybe even to a lesser extent the restraints of the Catholic Church. About the only positive you鈥檒l take away from 1914 Dublin is the pride in Irish hospitality.
Still, despite the dismal subject matter, Joyce writes with beauty. His ability to rapidly create complex characters with realistic needs and desires is extraordinary. He describes everyday life, but with such a fine blend of place, dialog, and narration, it feels all too real. Character鈥檚 display little notions, quirks, and thoughts that feel authentic, like Joyce is reporting on what鈥檚 going on around him, but able to jump in everyone鈥檚 head. The last story is particularly beautifully told, about an annual dance, that spins characters and motivations and songs, food, and drink until you鈥檙e dizzy. The prose is lush and vivid, but still with the same underlying sadness and cold themes. Although I probably don鈥檛 have the proper context of 1914 Ireland and Joyce鈥檚 intentions, I was still able to appreciate this impressive classic.
The first thing that strikes me is how pedestrian and mundane the characters and even the plots of these tales are. This is the dreary, everyday life of Dublin commoners. It鈥檚 also largely filled with horrible people 鈥� thieves, drunks, and abusers to name a few. Most of the tales either end tragically (e.g., suicide) or at best 鈥� an unresolved melancholy stalemate. As I was reading it, I wasn鈥檛 sure if Joyce was going for a realistic expose of Dublin (sort of a 107-year-old version of a modern reality show) or something else. But when you step back and look at the whole of the book, it shows a stunted Dublin filled with people going nowhere and unable to break out of their gloomy routines and lives. And knowing a little of the history of Ireland, it makes me wonder if this was a delicate cut on the impact of English colonialism and maybe even to a lesser extent the restraints of the Catholic Church. About the only positive you鈥檒l take away from 1914 Dublin is the pride in Irish hospitality.
Still, despite the dismal subject matter, Joyce writes with beauty. His ability to rapidly create complex characters with realistic needs and desires is extraordinary. He describes everyday life, but with such a fine blend of place, dialog, and narration, it feels all too real. Character鈥檚 display little notions, quirks, and thoughts that feel authentic, like Joyce is reporting on what鈥檚 going on around him, but able to jump in everyone鈥檚 head. The last story is particularly beautifully told, about an annual dance, that spins characters and motivations and songs, food, and drink until you鈥檙e dizzy. The prose is lush and vivid, but still with the same underlying sadness and cold themes. Although I probably don鈥檛 have the proper context of 1914 Ireland and Joyce鈥檚 intentions, I was still able to appreciate this impressive classic.
August 23, 2020
Esta novela es pura poes铆a. La narraci贸n de un episodio ordinario escrita de manera extraordinaria.
Parece imposible escribir algo tan bueno de algo tan cotidiano.
Si despu茅s se refuerza la lectura con la pel铆cula de John Houston, se crea una alianza perfecta.
This novel is pure poetry. The narration of an ordinary episode written in an extraordinary way.
It seems impossible to write something so good about something so everyday.
If the reading is then reinforced with John Huston's film, a perfect alliance is created.
Parece imposible escribir algo tan bueno de algo tan cotidiano.
Si despu茅s se refuerza la lectura con la pel铆cula de John Houston, se crea una alianza perfecta.
This novel is pure poetry. The narration of an ordinary episode written in an extraordinary way.
It seems impossible to write something so good about something so everyday.
If the reading is then reinforced with John Huston's film, a perfect alliance is created.
November 25, 2018
For anyone thinking of putting James Joyce on your 鈥渕ust read this year鈥� list for 2019 here are my suggestions.
BY
1. Dubliners
Brilliantly atmospheric scraps of Irish miserablism 鈥� must read to get where JJ is coming from.
2. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Strangely 鈥� tiresome and inessential. Bangs on about religion and more Irish miserablism and a bit too much like a portrait of the author as an insufferable young genius.
3. Ulysses
The essential book out of all of these. Difficult but also very funny and not impossible. FWIW my short bluffer鈥檚 guide to this truly astonishing book is here
/review/show...
and my long review of it (chapter by chapter) is here
/review/show...
and here
/story/show/...
(it鈥檚 very long)
4. Finnegans Wake
This is really not recommended. But this is 鈥� a 10 minute excerpt (鈥淎nna Livia Plurabelle鈥�) read by JJ himself
I had thought, this small part being so beautiful, that FW would be another masterpiece, but the rest of it isn鈥檛 one tenth as fascinating or linguistically lovely, and it will do your brain in. The only thing I鈥檝e been able to do with FW is parody it, rather lamely
/review/show...
which was unnervingly easy to do once you get into the swing of it. The reader who can gain enjoyment on any level from the great mapless madhouse that is FW has my undying respect.
ABOUT
1. The Most Dangerous Book : The Battle For James Joyce鈥檚 Ulysses By Kevin Birmingham
By far the best book on JJ and Ulysses I ever read 鈥� you almost don鈥檛 need a real biography after this. It鈥檚 a total page turner. It鈥檚 not an analysis, it鈥檚 the story of how it was written and how it was published 鈥� long, painful and thrilling.
2. James Joyce : Richard Ellman
But if you do want a big biography, this is the one.
3. My Brother鈥檚 Keeper : Stanislaus Joyce
Or you could stick to this memoir by JJ鈥檚 faithful brother. It will make you love JJ (and Stanny) a lot more than most books will.
4. The New Bloomsday Book : Harry Blamires
I liked this not-too-scholarly voyage round & through & about Ulysses better than any other analysis/interpretation
5. The Finnegans Wake Experience : Roland McHugh
I only read one book about FW. It was this. It鈥檚 hilarious. Mr McHugh is a total obsessive with a screw loose & dedicated his whole waking being to reading FW correctly and then explaining how to read FW correctly. Elastic bands are an important part of the process as I recall. I think it was self published so might be hard to track down.
6. James Joyce鈥檚 Odyssey : Frank Delaney
7. James Joyce鈥檚 Dublin : Edward Quinn
These two are luxury items - gorgeous photo books full of black & white pix of dear dirty Dublin as it was and I don鈥檛 think is anymore. Not essential but just a delight.
AVOID
1. Ulysses and Us : Declan Kiberd
2. Ulysses on the Liffey : Richard Ellman
These two do exactly the same thing 鈥� with their jawbreakin pontificatin somnambulatin ramblin they like to make you want to find the English Literature department in your nearest university and burn it down.
3. Ulysses Annotated : Don Gifford
Proving that the more you know the less you understand.
***
Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping, soused their bags and, lifting them again, waded out. The dog yelped running to them, reared up and pawed them, dropping on all fours, again reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf鈥檚 tongue redpanting from his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a calf鈥檚 gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed, stalked round it, brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffling rapidly like a dog all over the dead dog鈥檚 bedraggled fell. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the ground, moves to one great goal. Ah, poor dogsbody! Here lies poor dogsbody鈥檚 body.
鈥擳atters! Out of that, you mongrel!
"How many roads must a man walk down...."
Sorry JJ, couldn't resist.
BY
1. Dubliners
Brilliantly atmospheric scraps of Irish miserablism 鈥� must read to get where JJ is coming from.
2. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Strangely 鈥� tiresome and inessential. Bangs on about religion and more Irish miserablism and a bit too much like a portrait of the author as an insufferable young genius.
3. Ulysses
The essential book out of all of these. Difficult but also very funny and not impossible. FWIW my short bluffer鈥檚 guide to this truly astonishing book is here
/review/show...
and my long review of it (chapter by chapter) is here
/review/show...
and here
/story/show/...
(it鈥檚 very long)
4. Finnegans Wake
This is really not recommended. But this is 鈥� a 10 minute excerpt (鈥淎nna Livia Plurabelle鈥�) read by JJ himself
I had thought, this small part being so beautiful, that FW would be another masterpiece, but the rest of it isn鈥檛 one tenth as fascinating or linguistically lovely, and it will do your brain in. The only thing I鈥檝e been able to do with FW is parody it, rather lamely
/review/show...
which was unnervingly easy to do once you get into the swing of it. The reader who can gain enjoyment on any level from the great mapless madhouse that is FW has my undying respect.
ABOUT
1. The Most Dangerous Book : The Battle For James Joyce鈥檚 Ulysses By Kevin Birmingham
By far the best book on JJ and Ulysses I ever read 鈥� you almost don鈥檛 need a real biography after this. It鈥檚 a total page turner. It鈥檚 not an analysis, it鈥檚 the story of how it was written and how it was published 鈥� long, painful and thrilling.
2. James Joyce : Richard Ellman
But if you do want a big biography, this is the one.
3. My Brother鈥檚 Keeper : Stanislaus Joyce
Or you could stick to this memoir by JJ鈥檚 faithful brother. It will make you love JJ (and Stanny) a lot more than most books will.
4. The New Bloomsday Book : Harry Blamires
I liked this not-too-scholarly voyage round & through & about Ulysses better than any other analysis/interpretation
5. The Finnegans Wake Experience : Roland McHugh
I only read one book about FW. It was this. It鈥檚 hilarious. Mr McHugh is a total obsessive with a screw loose & dedicated his whole waking being to reading FW correctly and then explaining how to read FW correctly. Elastic bands are an important part of the process as I recall. I think it was self published so might be hard to track down.
6. James Joyce鈥檚 Odyssey : Frank Delaney
7. James Joyce鈥檚 Dublin : Edward Quinn
These two are luxury items - gorgeous photo books full of black & white pix of dear dirty Dublin as it was and I don鈥檛 think is anymore. Not essential but just a delight.
AVOID
1. Ulysses and Us : Declan Kiberd
2. Ulysses on the Liffey : Richard Ellman
These two do exactly the same thing 鈥� with their jawbreakin pontificatin somnambulatin ramblin they like to make you want to find the English Literature department in your nearest university and burn it down.
3. Ulysses Annotated : Don Gifford
Proving that the more you know the less you understand.
***
Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping, soused their bags and, lifting them again, waded out. The dog yelped running to them, reared up and pawed them, dropping on all fours, again reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf鈥檚 tongue redpanting from his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a calf鈥檚 gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed, stalked round it, brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffling rapidly like a dog all over the dead dog鈥檚 bedraggled fell. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the ground, moves to one great goal. Ah, poor dogsbody! Here lies poor dogsbody鈥檚 body.
鈥擳atters! Out of that, you mongrel!
"How many roads must a man walk down...."
Sorry JJ, couldn't resist.
August 14, 2022
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January 16, 2020
鈥淭here was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin鈥�--Joyce
"Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis. It had always sounded strangely in my ears, like the word gnomon in the Euclid and the word simony in the Catechism. But now it sounded to me like the name of some maleficent and sinful being. It filled me with fear, and yet I longed to be nearer to it and to look upon its deadly work.鈥�
Dubliners is, by reputation (among English professors and scholars, at least) one of the greatest collections of short stories ever produced. Of course, as they say, them鈥檚 fightin鈥� words, so have it your own way, but I vote with that crowd of high admirers, and always have, having read it or stories from it, many times. This is the first time I am hearing it read aloud, in the appropriately Irish voice of Connor Sheridan, that somehow captures the dry and at sometimes mournful wit the ex-patriate Joyce brings to this tribute to the Dubliners he left behind. Some have found it maudlin, even grim, primarily a critique of the people Joyce left behind, but I found it at turns gently satirical, sometimes melancholy, and always loving, portraits of a time and place, filled with local politics and religion and (especially) finely sketched characters, some stories focused on lost opportunities for love or leaving.
In 2000 Time Magazine listed the greatest novels of the twentieth century and listed the difficult English major Everest of Ulysses as the worthiest literary mountain to climb, #1, which prompted thousands of Americans who may never have read 100 novels to read the first three pages and promptly declare Joyce a boring and inscrutable idiot. Though I do think Ulysses is one of the greatest novels ever written, I don鈥檛 think it would be particularly enjoyable for the general population; nor do I think most people 鈥渟hould鈥� read it. But Joyce is an amazing writer; he wrote four works of fiction, in increasing levels of difficulty and formal experimentalism. If you like short stories and want to try Joyce I would try Dubliners, the most recognizably traditional stories he wrote. If you like that, I might then try the somewhat more formally challenging A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. If you decide to go to graduate school, then consider Ulysses, sure, but only then, which owes something mock-epic to Homer鈥檚 Odyssey, and each chapter in a literary style of different periods/centuries. Finnegan鈥檚 Wake, which took him twenty years to write, almost no one reads, for good reason. It is so experimental most people can鈥檛 make heads or tails of a single paragraph. (No, I have not yet finished it, and probably never will).
Dubliners, published in 1914 (after nearly ten years of his trying to get it published!), is short, as story collections go. I have my favorites: 鈥淓veline,鈥� about a young shop girl conflicted about leaving her widowed father to live life with a sailor:
鈥淗e rushed beyond the barrier and called to her to follow. She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.鈥�
And 鈥淎raby,鈥� about a shy young man鈥檚 fruitless pursuit of a young woman, dooming them both to loneliness.
鈥�. . . and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.鈥�
鈥淪ometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable loneliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.鈥�
He鈥檚 ambitious for her, but at the same time, he sees himself clearly and sadly: 鈥淕azing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.鈥�
Some of the deft observations of character in the writing are beautiful. Of one woman: 鈥淪he respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed: and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.鈥�
And about Mr. Duffy: 鈥淗e lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.鈥�
The true gem of the collection may be the magnificent and mournful closing long story, 鈥淭he Dead,鈥� which features Gabriel, asked to give a short speech in honor of his aunts at a holiday party, who is disappointed not to 鈥渆xperience intimacy鈥� with his wife Greta after the party, seeing her sadly draped on the bed. A song that was sung at the party reminded her of a time when she was seventeen when she had loved a boy, Michael Furey, who lost his life in the war. Gabriel is jealous of a love she sees Greta had for this boy, a love that he and Greta have perhaps never had themselves. And then, this reflection, using snow to punctuate Gabriel's sense of himself and maybe Joyce's view of Dublin:
鈥淎 few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.鈥�
Proust wrote: "In reality, when he reads, each reader is actually the reader of his own self. The work of the writer is nothing more than a kind of optical instrument that the writer offers. It allows the reader to discern that which, without the book, he might not have been able to see in himself."
Do we not in our empathetic reading of Gabriel, see ourselves and reflect on our own lives?
Many characters in Dubliners experience the struggle about whether to stay or leave, or to just act passionately, facing a kind of paralysis that Joyce refers to in the opening story, 鈥淭he Sisters鈥�:
鈥淚 wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.鈥� One must act, one must move, one must engage with the world, one must break free from provincial beliefs.
Dubliners is a wonderful collection, short enough to read in a few hours. It鈥檚 full of self-reflection and "inwardness." Listen to it, read it. Some of the stories have been made into films, like John Huston鈥檚 The Dead.
Here鈥檚 the whole story 鈥淭he Dead鈥� for you to read. (You鈥檙e welcome):
.
"Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis. It had always sounded strangely in my ears, like the word gnomon in the Euclid and the word simony in the Catechism. But now it sounded to me like the name of some maleficent and sinful being. It filled me with fear, and yet I longed to be nearer to it and to look upon its deadly work.鈥�
Dubliners is, by reputation (among English professors and scholars, at least) one of the greatest collections of short stories ever produced. Of course, as they say, them鈥檚 fightin鈥� words, so have it your own way, but I vote with that crowd of high admirers, and always have, having read it or stories from it, many times. This is the first time I am hearing it read aloud, in the appropriately Irish voice of Connor Sheridan, that somehow captures the dry and at sometimes mournful wit the ex-patriate Joyce brings to this tribute to the Dubliners he left behind. Some have found it maudlin, even grim, primarily a critique of the people Joyce left behind, but I found it at turns gently satirical, sometimes melancholy, and always loving, portraits of a time and place, filled with local politics and religion and (especially) finely sketched characters, some stories focused on lost opportunities for love or leaving.
In 2000 Time Magazine listed the greatest novels of the twentieth century and listed the difficult English major Everest of Ulysses as the worthiest literary mountain to climb, #1, which prompted thousands of Americans who may never have read 100 novels to read the first three pages and promptly declare Joyce a boring and inscrutable idiot. Though I do think Ulysses is one of the greatest novels ever written, I don鈥檛 think it would be particularly enjoyable for the general population; nor do I think most people 鈥渟hould鈥� read it. But Joyce is an amazing writer; he wrote four works of fiction, in increasing levels of difficulty and formal experimentalism. If you like short stories and want to try Joyce I would try Dubliners, the most recognizably traditional stories he wrote. If you like that, I might then try the somewhat more formally challenging A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. If you decide to go to graduate school, then consider Ulysses, sure, but only then, which owes something mock-epic to Homer鈥檚 Odyssey, and each chapter in a literary style of different periods/centuries. Finnegan鈥檚 Wake, which took him twenty years to write, almost no one reads, for good reason. It is so experimental most people can鈥檛 make heads or tails of a single paragraph. (No, I have not yet finished it, and probably never will).
Dubliners, published in 1914 (after nearly ten years of his trying to get it published!), is short, as story collections go. I have my favorites: 鈥淓veline,鈥� about a young shop girl conflicted about leaving her widowed father to live life with a sailor:
鈥淗e rushed beyond the barrier and called to her to follow. She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.鈥�
And 鈥淎raby,鈥� about a shy young man鈥檚 fruitless pursuit of a young woman, dooming them both to loneliness.
鈥�. . . and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.鈥�
鈥淪ometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable loneliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.鈥�
He鈥檚 ambitious for her, but at the same time, he sees himself clearly and sadly: 鈥淕azing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.鈥�
Some of the deft observations of character in the writing are beautiful. Of one woman: 鈥淪he respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed: and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.鈥�
And about Mr. Duffy: 鈥淗e lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.鈥�
The true gem of the collection may be the magnificent and mournful closing long story, 鈥淭he Dead,鈥� which features Gabriel, asked to give a short speech in honor of his aunts at a holiday party, who is disappointed not to 鈥渆xperience intimacy鈥� with his wife Greta after the party, seeing her sadly draped on the bed. A song that was sung at the party reminded her of a time when she was seventeen when she had loved a boy, Michael Furey, who lost his life in the war. Gabriel is jealous of a love she sees Greta had for this boy, a love that he and Greta have perhaps never had themselves. And then, this reflection, using snow to punctuate Gabriel's sense of himself and maybe Joyce's view of Dublin:
鈥淎 few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.鈥�
Proust wrote: "In reality, when he reads, each reader is actually the reader of his own self. The work of the writer is nothing more than a kind of optical instrument that the writer offers. It allows the reader to discern that which, without the book, he might not have been able to see in himself."
Do we not in our empathetic reading of Gabriel, see ourselves and reflect on our own lives?
Many characters in Dubliners experience the struggle about whether to stay or leave, or to just act passionately, facing a kind of paralysis that Joyce refers to in the opening story, 鈥淭he Sisters鈥�:
鈥淚 wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.鈥� One must act, one must move, one must engage with the world, one must break free from provincial beliefs.
Dubliners is a wonderful collection, short enough to read in a few hours. It鈥檚 full of self-reflection and "inwardness." Listen to it, read it. Some of the stories have been made into films, like John Huston鈥檚 The Dead.
Here鈥檚 the whole story 鈥淭he Dead鈥� for you to read. (You鈥檙e welcome):
.
October 30, 2013
Why do we wish to live this life; life, which at times seem to accompany the vague impressions we have long since been comfortable to carry along; the ideas, the choices, which have become a second nature to us. How many times do we stop and think about them? Particularly, as readers, as the ones who have been challenged, and hence in a way made aware by written word; how many times do we stop and think - life cannot always be a search, it cannot always be a constant exploration into unknown, a desperate call to something which is striven for, for the attainment of something decisive. Or is it? Perhaps. But what when the decisive is attained, is conquered? Where does one go from there? Surely, in search of something still unknown, still unconquered! But we forget to stop in between. Or we rather choose to ignore that which comes in between, because we are too afraid to stop. And that is life. I remember this very beautiful quote by Allan Saunders:
鈥淟ife is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans.鈥�
We forget that sometimes, life is also the acceptance of that which is presented to us by mere chances, or more than that, by the long witnessed 鈥渦sual鈥�.
So, when I picked up Dubliners, while still continuing with The Rebel, I was at first annoyed because nothing seemed unusual or interesting there. But then, I just strove ahead because I had loved 鈥淎 Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man鈥� and so I wanted to give this a chance. Some more stories and I realized the simple idea with which these stories might have been penned. I realized that author might have wanted to portray life, as actually experienced and lived by the characters, who might in fact had been real people around him. People, who had lived a life, set by routine patterns and where nothing out of ordinary had ever happened. This realization made me sit straight and question myself. How many right ways can be there to live a life? One or two or more; Is it ours or theirs or still, somewhere between the two? I don鈥檛 even know if these are the right options. But what I do understand is that, either way it is life we are talking about. Life which is lived, both consciously and unconsciously, which may be different in living but which in the end culminates into the same. Oh, but by this I do not undermine one way or the other but simply wish to express the value of understanding both.
It was the last story of the collection i.e. 鈥淭he Dead鈥� which deeply touched and gave me more food for thought. It actually brought to eyes something unusual from the rest of the stories :) [] Gabriel, the protagonist of the story realized one day after a party that he didn鈥檛 know much about his wife Gretta, who seemed to have been in love with someone else all along. The story is not only about this awareness but also about love which gets shattered, even when the man in question has been long dead, and signifies the end of life as lived by Gabriel.
The story ends with snow falling:
鈥淗is soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the Universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.鈥�
I do not doubt Joyce鈥檚 genius as a writer. After reading 鈥淧ortrait鈥� and few pages of 鈥淯lysses鈥�, this collection seemed just way too simplistic. But the thoughts it provoked after reading, is what makes it so readable.
Definitely recommended.
鈥淟ife is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans.鈥�
We forget that sometimes, life is also the acceptance of that which is presented to us by mere chances, or more than that, by the long witnessed 鈥渦sual鈥�.
So, when I picked up Dubliners, while still continuing with The Rebel, I was at first annoyed because nothing seemed unusual or interesting there. But then, I just strove ahead because I had loved 鈥淎 Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man鈥� and so I wanted to give this a chance. Some more stories and I realized the simple idea with which these stories might have been penned. I realized that author might have wanted to portray life, as actually experienced and lived by the characters, who might in fact had been real people around him. People, who had lived a life, set by routine patterns and where nothing out of ordinary had ever happened. This realization made me sit straight and question myself. How many right ways can be there to live a life? One or two or more; Is it ours or theirs or still, somewhere between the two? I don鈥檛 even know if these are the right options. But what I do understand is that, either way it is life we are talking about. Life which is lived, both consciously and unconsciously, which may be different in living but which in the end culminates into the same. Oh, but by this I do not undermine one way or the other but simply wish to express the value of understanding both.
It was the last story of the collection i.e. 鈥淭he Dead鈥� which deeply touched and gave me more food for thought. It actually brought to eyes something unusual from the rest of the stories :) [] Gabriel, the protagonist of the story realized one day after a party that he didn鈥檛 know much about his wife Gretta, who seemed to have been in love with someone else all along. The story is not only about this awareness but also about love which gets shattered, even when the man in question has been long dead, and signifies the end of life as lived by Gabriel.
The story ends with snow falling:
鈥淗is soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the Universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.鈥�
I do not doubt Joyce鈥檚 genius as a writer. After reading 鈥淧ortrait鈥� and few pages of 鈥淯lysses鈥�, this collection seemed just way too simplistic. But the thoughts it provoked after reading, is what makes it so readable.
Definitely recommended.
March 17, 2025
"Ireland hurt you into poetry" Auden wrote of Yeats. The same could be said of Joyce. Hurt fuels his pen. Though the writing is spare and controlled, it lingers nonetheless. Think fish on a Friday. It permeates the air even after the dishes are put away.
Two of my favorites in this collection are "Eveline" and "The Boarding House." The first takes as its subject immigration. The second is about an indiscretion that changes two lives. Temptation and desire motivate their characters. So does fear.
Exile from or within Ireland is the devil here. Leave . . . and Ireland is lost. Breach her rules and she'll spurn you. Joyce, the self imposed exile himself, writes well of this tug o' war.
So when a young girl says her candle went out and asks you for a light, be warned. It won't end well. You say you know your Puccini and love La Boheme? I don't doubt it. But this is Dublin not Paris, the girl's name is Polly not Mimi. Keep that in mind before you open this book like that door into a darkened hall.
Two of my favorites in this collection are "Eveline" and "The Boarding House." The first takes as its subject immigration. The second is about an indiscretion that changes two lives. Temptation and desire motivate their characters. So does fear.
Exile from or within Ireland is the devil here. Leave . . . and Ireland is lost. Breach her rules and she'll spurn you. Joyce, the self imposed exile himself, writes well of this tug o' war.
So when a young girl says her candle went out and asks you for a light, be warned. It won't end well. You say you know your Puccini and love La Boheme? I don't doubt it. But this is Dublin not Paris, the girl's name is Polly not Mimi. Keep that in mind before you open this book like that door into a darkened hall.
April 10, 2017
Was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin .
The stories that make up Dubliners open with death and death ends it as well. And somewhere in between there is a life. The first truancy, the first timid amorous sighs and all shades of greyness, whole stretches of the usual humdrum reality. People caught up in the daily routine, whom life was withheld.
The workers, petty crooks and freeloaders, seamstresses, scullery maids, servants, scriveners, salesmen, union activists - the whole cross-section of Irish middle and lower-middle class. Some of them crave for money, some for other places, some for love while others for another times. And the more they鈥檙e yearning the bigger is their disillusionment and discontent. Outcasts from life鈥檚 feast.
Boy from Araby , enamoured of friend鈥檚 sister wants to visit a charity bazaar and buy something for the girl to find finally the bazaar closed, hero of Counterparts having pawned his watch, wants only to drink himself up but ends up with empty pockets and does not even feel drunk or Chandler, hero of A little cloud who鈥檚 eagerly awaiting his old friend to find him only vulgar and patronizing. People unfulfilled, for whom an intemperance is something as inevitable as climate changes, who take out all their failures, pathetic fate and frustration on children and weaker than themselves. Who feel that if they want to achieve anything in life they have to leave this town behind, that in Dublin actually there is no life.
And so Joyce did. But no matter how much had he abandoned Dublin, after all he took this city with himself forever. He loved and hated it, became a bard of Dublin and its inhabitants, a great admirer but its stern critic at the same time. The same sentiments had he for his homeland, often in his works called Errorland .
The main theme of Dubliners that ties together all stories is the breakdown of all values, embodied in drunkenness, decadent debauchery, obscurantism of clergy, hypocrisy, intellectual primitivism of bourgeoisie, and finally paralysis of the Irish political scene after the death of Parnell.
Joyce, chronicler of Dublin, alternately realistic and nostalgic, depicts city of lost hopes and failing chances to end this collection with absolutely brilliant story The Dead in which Gabriel counts on some pleasant moments with his wife, while she鈥檚 yearning for her dead lover, and finally falling snow reconciles everything, covering equally the living and the dead.
September 20, 2024
I honestly wasn't sure what to expect with this collection of vignettes. It turns out, for me anyway, that they read as a more modern style that the date they were written (1904-07) or published (1914). They are reasonably 'gritty' with swearing and bad behaviour on display in a way I wouldn't have expected. I think this is probably what made it an interesting read.
The stories are (mostly) short snapshots of everyday live in Dublin's poorer classes - the way they live their lives, interact with each other. They scheme and double cross, they find ways to work around the law and the morals expected of them. There are also lots of sayings and idioms that are still in use nowadays in Dublin (specifically) and probably all of Ireland - another factor which contributed to me generally enjoying this. Personally I can't help getting a kick out of recognising a street name, or even a suburb from the few years I lived in Dublin.
4 stars.
The stories are (mostly) short snapshots of everyday live in Dublin's poorer classes - the way they live their lives, interact with each other. They scheme and double cross, they find ways to work around the law and the morals expected of them. There are also lots of sayings and idioms that are still in use nowadays in Dublin (specifically) and probably all of Ireland - another factor which contributed to me generally enjoying this. Personally I can't help getting a kick out of recognising a street name, or even a suburb from the few years I lived in Dublin.
4 stars.
March 3, 2025
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賱賰賳 丕賳鬲賯丕亍 丕賱鬲賰賵賷賳 丕賱丿乇丕賲賷 毓賲賱賷丞 丿賯賷賯丞 賱賱睾丕賷丞 毓賳丿 噩賵賷爻
賴匕丕 丕賱鬲賰賵賷賳 亘賲噩丕賱賴 賵賲賮乇丿丕鬲賴 賵鬲胤賵賾乇 兀丨丿丕孬丞 丕賱賯賵賱賷丞 丕賱賲鬲鬲丕亘毓丞 賵馗賴賵乇 毓賳丕氐乇賴 賲賳 禺賮丕亍 丕賱氐賲鬲 丕賱賲丨丕賷丿 丕賱賲馗賱賲 賱賰賴賵賮 丕賱賰賱丕賲 丕賱賲賳毓賰爻丞 賮賷賴丕 賲賯丕胤毓 賲賳
賲爻丕丨丕鬲 賲丕丿賷丞 睾賷乇 賲賳鬲馗賲丞 賵乇賵丕爻亘 賲賳 賲鬲禺賷賾賱丕鬲 賵賴賲賷丞 毓賷乇 賲鬲噩丕賳爻丞 賵乇睾亘丕鬲 賮囟賵賱 賮馗 兀禺胤亘賵胤賷 丕賱鬲卮賰賾賱貙 賴匕丕 丕賱鬲賰賵賷賳 丕賱禺丕氐 亘噩賷賲爻 噩賵賷爻
賷賯賷賲 毓賱丕賯丞 噩丿賱賷丞 亘賷賳 丕賱馗丕賴乇 賵丕賱禺賮賷貙 兀賵 亘賷賳 丕賱丨爻賷賾丕鬲 丕賱賲鬲乇丕氐丞 亘爻賰賷賳丞 賵丕賱賲卮丕毓乇 丕賱賲賰鬲賵賲丞 丕賱鬲賷 賱丕 鬲賮氐丨 毓賳賴丕 丕賱卮禺氐賷丕鬲 亘禺丕氐丞 丕賱乇丕賵賷
噩賵賷爻 賷囟毓 賮賷 丕賱賮囟丕亍 丕賱鬲卮賰賷賱賷 賳賯丕胤丕 丕乇鬲賰丕夭賷丞 賱賲賳胤賱賯丕鬲 丕賰鬲爻丕亘 丕賱賲毓乇賮丞 賮賷 丕賱毓丕賱賲
賱賷賱丕丨馗賴丕 丕賱賯丕乇卅 賵賷賯賮 毓賳丿 兀爻賱賵亘 丕賱賯丕氐 賮賷 賮鬲丨 噩乇丕亘賴 丕賱賮賳賷 賱賷爻鬲禺乇噩 賲賳賴 賲丕 賷賲賰賳 鬲賵賯毓賴 賵賲丕 賱丕 賷乇丿 賮賷 匕賴賳 丕賱賲丕乇 丿丕禺賱 賲囟賲丕乇 丕賱賰賱賲丕鬲
丕賱毓丕賱賲 氐丕賲鬲貙 兀賵 丕賱馗丕賴乇丞 賱丕 鬲毓賱賳 毓賳 賳賮爻賴丕
赖賳丕賰 丕賱卮禺氐賷丕鬲 丕賱鬲賷 鬲馗賳 兀賳賴丕 鬲丿乇賰 賵鬲毓乇賮
賵赖賳丕賰 丕賱乇丕賵賷 丕賱卮丕賴丿 丕賱匕賷 賷乇賶 丕賱噩賴賱 賵賷鬲噩丕賴賱賴
賵賷乇賶 丕賱囟毓賮 賵賷鬲噩丕賵夭賴 鬲丕乇賰丕 丕賱兀氐賵丕鬲 鬲爻鬲亘胤賳 賲乇卅賷丕鬲 睾賷乇 賵丕囟丨丞 賮賷 丕賱匕丕賰乇丞
乇丨賱丞 丕賱匕丕鬲 賲賳 丕賱賲賵丕囟毓丞 丕賱賲爻亘賯丞 廿賱賶 丕賱鬲噩乇賷亘 丕賱賲睾丕賲乇
賵賲賳 丕賱丨丿爻 丕賱睾丕賲囟 廿賱賶 兀囟賵丕亍 丕賱毓賱賲 丕賱鬲賷 鬲馗賱 卮丨賷丨丞 丨鬲賶 賮賷 賲胤賱毓 丕賱丨丿丕孬丞
賵丕丨鬲賮丕馗 亘兀賳孬乇亘賵賱賵噩賷丕 丕賱賲丿賳 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賰丕丿 鬲禺鬲賮賷 賮賷 賲鬲賵丕賱賷丕鬲 丕賱睾亘丕乇 丕賱鬲賷 賷孬賷乇賴丕 賯胤丕乇 賷丨賲賱 丕賱鬲賯丕賱賷丿 廿賱賶 賲鬲丕丨賮 丕賱毓氐賵乇
賵賷賱賯賷 亘丕賱毓賯賵賱 賮賷 賲乇丕賰亘 毓丕亘乇丞 賱賱兀乇氐賮丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲鬲噩丿丿 賮鬲賲丨賵 丌孬丕乇 丕賱毓丕亘乇賷賳
鬲賯丕亘賱 丕賱兀噩賷丕賱貙 賴匕丕 丕賱鬲賯丕亘賱 賵鬲賱賰 丕賱賲賯丕亘賱丞
賱賯丕亍 賮賷賴 丕賱鬲毓賱賲 賵丕賱乇睾亘丞 賮賷 丕賱鬲丨乇乇
賲丨丕賵賱丞 丕賱禺乇賵噩 賲賳 兀爻乇 丕賱賲賰丕賳 亘鬲賯丕賱賷丿賴 丕賱乇丕爻禺丞
賳賴丕賷丕鬲 鬲賵賱丿 賲賳賴丕 亘丿丕賷丕鬲 賵毓賷 噩丿賷丿
賱兀爻丕賱賷亘 爻乇丿賷丞 鬲毓乇賮 賰賷賮 鬲亘賳賷 賳賮爻賴丕
賵賴賷 鬲爻鬲睾乇賯 賮賷 鬲丨賱賷賱 噩賷賵賱賵噩賷丕 孬賯丕賮賷丞 賲孬賯賱丞 亘禺亘乇丕鬲 鬲賯丕賵賲 丕賱賮賳丕亍
賵賱賱亘卮乇 兀卮賵丕賯
賵賱賰賱 賱丨馗丞 毓賱丕賲丞 賮賷 丕賱廿丿乇丕賰
賵賱賱噩賲丕賱 兀賵乇丕賯
賵兀賳鬲 鬲乇賰鬲 賲賳 賳賮爻賰 兀卮亘丕丨丕
鬲爻乇賷 賮賷 禺賷丕賱丕鬲 賲賲鬲丿丞 亘賱丕 賳賴丕賷丞
賱賰賳賴丕 賲睾賱賯丞
赖賳丕賰
賯乇丕亍丞 賯氐丞 賯氐賷乇丞 乇丨賱丞 賲毓乇賮賷丞 乇丕卅毓丞 毓賲賷賯丞 孬乇賷丞 廿匕丕 賰丕賳鬲 丕賱賯氐丞 賱噩賷賲爻 噩賵賷爻
賮賳 噩賵賷爻 賮賷 丕賱賰鬲丕亘丞 賷賳胤賱賯 賲賳 丕爻鬲賯乇丕亍 鬲賮丕氐賷賱 賲賵賯賮
賱賰賳 丕賳鬲賯丕亍 丕賱鬲賰賵賷賳 丕賱丿乇丕賲賷 毓賲賱賷丞 丿賯賷賯丞 賱賱睾丕賷丞 毓賳丿 噩賵賷爻
賴匕丕 丕賱鬲賰賵賷賳 亘賲噩丕賱賴 賵賲賮乇丿丕鬲賴 賵鬲胤賵賾乇 兀丨丿丕孬丞 丕賱賯賵賱賷丞 丕賱賲鬲鬲丕亘毓丞 賵馗賴賵乇 毓賳丕氐乇賴 賲賳 禺賮丕亍 丕賱氐賲鬲 丕賱賲丨丕賷丿 丕賱賲馗賱賲 賱賰賴賵賮 丕賱賰賱丕賲 丕賱賲賳毓賰爻丞 賮賷賴丕 賲賯丕胤毓 賲賳
賲爻丕丨丕鬲 賲丕丿賷丞 睾賷乇 賲賳鬲馗賲丞 賵乇賵丕爻亘 賲賳 賲鬲禺賷賾賱丕鬲 賵賴賲賷丞 毓賷乇 賲鬲噩丕賳爻丞 賵乇睾亘丕鬲 賮囟賵賱 賮馗 兀禺胤亘賵胤賷 丕賱鬲卮賰賾賱貙 賴匕丕 丕賱鬲賰賵賷賳 丕賱禺丕氐 亘噩賷賲爻 噩賵賷爻
賷賯賷賲 毓賱丕賯丞 噩丿賱賷丞 亘賷賳 丕賱馗丕賴乇 賵丕賱禺賮賷貙 兀賵 亘賷賳 丕賱丨爻賷賾丕鬲 丕賱賲鬲乇丕氐丞 亘爻賰賷賳丞 賵丕賱賲卮丕毓乇 丕賱賲賰鬲賵賲丞 丕賱鬲賷 賱丕 鬲賮氐丨 毓賳賴丕 丕賱卮禺氐賷丕鬲 亘禺丕氐丞 丕賱乇丕賵賷
噩賵賷爻 賷囟毓 賮賷 丕賱賮囟丕亍 丕賱鬲卮賰賷賱賷 賳賯丕胤丕 丕乇鬲賰丕夭賷丞 賱賲賳胤賱賯丕鬲 丕賰鬲爻丕亘 丕賱賲毓乇賮丞 賮賷 丕賱毓丕賱賲
賱賷賱丕丨馗賴丕 丕賱賯丕乇卅 賵賷賯賮 毓賳丿 兀爻賱賵亘 丕賱賯丕氐 賮賷 賮鬲丨 噩乇丕亘賴 丕賱賮賳賷 賱賷爻鬲禺乇噩 賲賳賴 賲丕 賷賲賰賳 鬲賵賯毓賴 賵賲丕 賱丕 賷乇丿 賮賷 匕賴賳 丕賱賲丕乇 丿丕禺賱 賲囟賲丕乇 丕賱賰賱賲丕鬲
丕賱毓丕賱賲 氐丕賲鬲貙 兀賵 丕賱馗丕賴乇丞 賱丕 鬲毓賱賳 毓賳 賳賮爻賴丕
赖賳丕賰 丕賱卮禺氐賷丕鬲 丕賱鬲賷 鬲馗賳 兀賳賴丕 鬲丿乇賰 賵鬲毓乇賮
賵赖賳丕賰 丕賱乇丕賵賷 丕賱卮丕賴丿 丕賱匕賷 賷乇賶 丕賱噩賴賱 賵賷鬲噩丕賴賱賴
賵賷乇賶 丕賱囟毓賮 賵賷鬲噩丕賵夭賴 鬲丕乇賰丕 丕賱兀氐賵丕鬲 鬲爻鬲亘胤賳 賲乇卅賷丕鬲 睾賷乇 賵丕囟丨丞 賮賷 丕賱匕丕賰乇丞
乇丨賱丞 丕賱匕丕鬲 賲賳 丕賱賲賵丕囟毓丞 丕賱賲爻亘賯丞 廿賱賶 丕賱鬲噩乇賷亘 丕賱賲睾丕賲乇
賵賲賳 丕賱丨丿爻 丕賱睾丕賲囟 廿賱賶 兀囟賵丕亍 丕賱毓賱賲 丕賱鬲賷 鬲馗賱 卮丨賷丨丞 丨鬲賶 賮賷 賲胤賱毓 丕賱丨丿丕孬丞
賵丕丨鬲賮丕馗 亘兀賳孬乇亘賵賱賵噩賷丕 丕賱賲丿賳 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賰丕丿 鬲禺鬲賮賷 賮賷 賲鬲賵丕賱賷丕鬲 丕賱睾亘丕乇 丕賱鬲賷 賷孬賷乇賴丕 賯胤丕乇 賷丨賲賱 丕賱鬲賯丕賱賷丿 廿賱賶 賲鬲丕丨賮 丕賱毓氐賵乇
賵賷賱賯賷 亘丕賱毓賯賵賱 賮賷 賲乇丕賰亘 毓丕亘乇丞 賱賱兀乇氐賮丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲鬲噩丿丿 賮鬲賲丨賵 丌孬丕乇 丕賱毓丕亘乇賷賳
鬲賯丕亘賱 丕賱兀噩賷丕賱貙 賴匕丕 丕賱鬲賯丕亘賱 賵鬲賱賰 丕賱賲賯丕亘賱丞
賱賯丕亍 賮賷賴 丕賱鬲毓賱賲 賵丕賱乇睾亘丞 賮賷 丕賱鬲丨乇乇
賲丨丕賵賱丞 丕賱禺乇賵噩 賲賳 兀爻乇 丕賱賲賰丕賳 亘鬲賯丕賱賷丿賴 丕賱乇丕爻禺丞
賳賴丕賷丕鬲 鬲賵賱丿 賲賳賴丕 亘丿丕賷丕鬲 賵毓賷 噩丿賷丿
賱兀爻丕賱賷亘 爻乇丿賷丞 鬲毓乇賮 賰賷賮 鬲亘賳賷 賳賮爻賴丕
賵賴賷 鬲爻鬲睾乇賯 賮賷 鬲丨賱賷賱 噩賷賵賱賵噩賷丕 孬賯丕賮賷丞 賲孬賯賱丞 亘禺亘乇丕鬲 鬲賯丕賵賲 丕賱賮賳丕亍
September 13, 2017
賲孬丕賱 亘爻蹖丕乇 賲賳丕爻亘蹖 亘乇丕蹖 禺賵賳丿賳 蹖讴 讴鬲丕亘 丿乇 夭賲丕賳 賳丕賲賳丕爻亘.
賲賳 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 乇賵 爻丕賱 爻賵賲 丿亘蹖乇爻鬲丕賳 禺賵賳丿賲. 鬲丕 蹖賴 爻丕賱 賯亘賱卮貙 賴賳賵夭 讴鬲丕亘 賴丕蹖 卮乇賱賵讴 賴賱賲夭 賵 倬賵丕乇賵 賵 讴鬲丕亘 賴丕蹖 丕蹖夭丕讴 丌爻蹖賲賵賮 賲蹖禺賵賳丿賲. 亘毓丿貙 丕蹖賳 乇賵 禺賵賳丿賲. 賲毓賱賵賲賴 讴賴 亘蹖卮鬲乇 丿丕爻鬲丕賳丕卮 乇賵 亘賴 夭賵乇 鬲賲賵賲 讴乇丿賲貙 賮賯胤 趩賵賳 鬲賵蹖 讴賱丕爻 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賳賵蹖爻蹖貙 丕爻鬲丕丿賲賵賳 诏賮鬲 讴賴 噩蹖賲夭 噩賵蹖爻貙 蹖讴蹖 丕夭 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 賴丕蹖 亘夭乇诏賴 賵 賮讴乇 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 丨鬲賲丕賸 亘賴 毓賳賵丕賳 蹖賴 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 (!) 亘丕蹖丿 讴鬲丕亘卮賵 亘禺賵賳賲 賵 讴爻蹖 賳亘賵丿 讴賴 亘賴賲 亘诏賴 丕蹖賳 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 亘乇丕蹖 丕蹖賳 爻賳 賳蹖爻鬲.
賳鬲蹖噩賴責 鬲賯乇蹖亘丕賸 賴蹖趩蹖 丕夭 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賴丕 賳賮賴賲蹖丿賲貙 丕夭 噩蹖賲夭 噩賵蹖爻 鬲丕 爻丕賱 賴丕 賲蹖 鬲乇爻蹖丿賲! (賮蹖賱賲蹖 賴爻鬲 亘賴 賳丕賲 "趩賴 讴爻蹖 丕夭 賵蹖乇噩蹖賳蹖丕 賵賵賱賮 賲蹖 鬲乇爻丿責" 讴賴 讴爻蹖 賳賵卮鬲賴 亘賵丿 丕蹖賳 賳丕賲 丕卮丕乇賴 丕蹖爻鬲 亘賴 鬲乇爻 乇賵卮賳賮讴乇賴丕 丕夭 賳賮賴賲蹖丿賳 丌孬丕乇 賵賵賱賮 賵 賲爻禺乇賴 卮丿賳 鬲賵爻胤 丕胤乇丕賮蹖丕賳卮丕賳) 賵 鬲丕 賲丿鬲 賴丕 賮讴乇 賲蹖 讴乇丿賲 賴賲賴 蹖 讴鬲丕亘 賴丕蹖 亘夭乇诏 賵 賲毓乇賵賮貙 丕賱夭丕賲丕賸 讴鬲丕亘 賴丕蹖蹖 賴爻鬲賳 讴賴 亘丕蹖丿 丕賳乇跇蹖 賮乇丕賵丕賳蹖 亘乇丕蹖 禺賵賳丿賳卮賵賳 诏匕丕卮鬲 賵 賴蹖趩 賱匕鬲蹖 賳丿丕乇賴 禺賵賳丿賳卮賵賳.
賲賳 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 乇賵 爻丕賱 爻賵賲 丿亘蹖乇爻鬲丕賳 禺賵賳丿賲. 鬲丕 蹖賴 爻丕賱 賯亘賱卮貙 賴賳賵夭 讴鬲丕亘 賴丕蹖 卮乇賱賵讴 賴賱賲夭 賵 倬賵丕乇賵 賵 讴鬲丕亘 賴丕蹖 丕蹖夭丕讴 丌爻蹖賲賵賮 賲蹖禺賵賳丿賲. 亘毓丿貙 丕蹖賳 乇賵 禺賵賳丿賲. 賲毓賱賵賲賴 讴賴 亘蹖卮鬲乇 丿丕爻鬲丕賳丕卮 乇賵 亘賴 夭賵乇 鬲賲賵賲 讴乇丿賲貙 賮賯胤 趩賵賳 鬲賵蹖 讴賱丕爻 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賳賵蹖爻蹖貙 丕爻鬲丕丿賲賵賳 诏賮鬲 讴賴 噩蹖賲夭 噩賵蹖爻貙 蹖讴蹖 丕夭 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 賴丕蹖 亘夭乇诏賴 賵 賮讴乇 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 丨鬲賲丕賸 亘賴 毓賳賵丕賳 蹖賴 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 (!) 亘丕蹖丿 讴鬲丕亘卮賵 亘禺賵賳賲 賵 讴爻蹖 賳亘賵丿 讴賴 亘賴賲 亘诏賴 丕蹖賳 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 亘乇丕蹖 丕蹖賳 爻賳 賳蹖爻鬲.
賳鬲蹖噩賴責 鬲賯乇蹖亘丕賸 賴蹖趩蹖 丕夭 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賴丕 賳賮賴賲蹖丿賲貙 丕夭 噩蹖賲夭 噩賵蹖爻 鬲丕 爻丕賱 賴丕 賲蹖 鬲乇爻蹖丿賲! (賮蹖賱賲蹖 賴爻鬲 亘賴 賳丕賲 "趩賴 讴爻蹖 丕夭 賵蹖乇噩蹖賳蹖丕 賵賵賱賮 賲蹖 鬲乇爻丿責" 讴賴 讴爻蹖 賳賵卮鬲賴 亘賵丿 丕蹖賳 賳丕賲 丕卮丕乇賴 丕蹖爻鬲 亘賴 鬲乇爻 乇賵卮賳賮讴乇賴丕 丕夭 賳賮賴賲蹖丿賳 丌孬丕乇 賵賵賱賮 賵 賲爻禺乇賴 卮丿賳 鬲賵爻胤 丕胤乇丕賮蹖丕賳卮丕賳) 賵 鬲丕 賲丿鬲 賴丕 賮讴乇 賲蹖 讴乇丿賲 賴賲賴 蹖 讴鬲丕亘 賴丕蹖 亘夭乇诏 賵 賲毓乇賵賮貙 丕賱夭丕賲丕賸 讴鬲丕亘 賴丕蹖蹖 賴爻鬲賳 讴賴 亘丕蹖丿 丕賳乇跇蹖 賮乇丕賵丕賳蹖 亘乇丕蹖 禺賵賳丿賳卮賵賳 诏匕丕卮鬲 賵 賴蹖趩 賱匕鬲蹖 賳丿丕乇賴 禺賵賳丿賳卮賵賳.
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