he is still hugely important to us because of his devotion to some crucial themes the idea of the grandeur of

Ordinary Life his determination to portray what actually goes on through our heads moment by moment

what we now know partly thanks to him as the stream of consciousness and

His determination to capture on the page. What language really sounds like in our own minds

Born in 1882 James Joyce Spent the first 20 [years] of his [life] in and around

Dublin and the rest wandering in and between the European cities of trieste Zurich and Paris in

Three decades he published two books of poetry one collection of short stories one play and three novels

All of them different in scope and scale, but sharing one thing in common

Dublin a city he loved and hated

Each of my books he once explained to a friend is a book about Dublin Dublin is a city of scarcely

300,000 but it has become the universal [city] in my work at the end of the nineteenth century

Dublin was the second city of the British Empire

Like his father Joyce was fiercely opposed to Ireland's status as a british colony and supported the cause of Irish independence

Joyce was educated by the Jesuits [and] early on at school began to reveal his knack for foreign languages

By the time he arrived at University college Dublin

Joyce was writing book reviews poems and short stories

But he also needed to find a career. He tried medical school in Paris, but spent more time in brothels and bars than the library

In 1904 he met a young woman from Galway named, Nora barnacle who was uneducated

But highly erotic and compelling [to] Joyce when she first saw him

She thought he [was] a nordic Seaman with electric blue eyes a yachting cap and plimsolls, but when he spoke well

Then I knew him at once for just another word Phylis Dublin boaster trying to chat up a country girl

But Nora fell in love with him nevertheless and remained devoted through all their difficult years of life together

After a few months [noir] agreed to follow Joyce to Europe for a self-imposed exile

free from the morality of the Catholic church and the subjugation of the British Empire

They eventually landed in trieste an austro-Hungarian port town where they would spend the next [10] years

raising two [children] both of them given Italian names Lucia and Giorgio

Joyce eked out a meager existence as a language teacher at the Berlitz school and

translating Irish writers like Yeats and Oscar wilde into Italian

1914 turned out to be Joyce's year of breakthrough when a publisher in London finally decided to bring out his book of short stories

Dubliners which had been rejected 22 times and the American poet Ezra pound arranged to get his novel a portrait of the artist

[serialized] this was followed by the serialization of

Ulysses in 1918 the novel which made Joyce's name around the world

For the next 23 years Joyce's reputation grew and he took his experiments with language and literary form ever further

Until his unexpected and sudden death in zurich in 1941. He was buried in Fronton Cemetery just near Zurich smen [Zoo]

Joyce's Principal work ulysses is named after the most dramatic adventure story the ancient Greeks handed down to western Civilization

It is seen as a pinnacle of high culture and tells the story of the long wanderings of the hero

Ulysses on his journey back [from] the siege of Troy death occur his home

But the major character of Joyce's novel is not a warrior King or a grand hero

He is instead a very flawed quite Kindly and quite foolish man

Named leopold bloom he works as a minor player in the advertising industry

He's married, but his wife is having an affair

He's been sacked from a string of jobs

And he's very much given to daydreaming about all the things he would love to go right in his life

But which we know won't happen he farts he likes looking at women in the street

He dreams of winning competitions in weekly magazines and of owning a cottage by the sea

Being Jewish he's a bit of an outsider in Catholic Dublin

And there are various little humiliations which he has to put [up] with all the time

[bloom] is very unlike a traditional hero, but he is representative of our average unimpressive

Fragile but still rather likable everyday selves

Joyce Lavishes attention on Leopold bloom he treats him as deeply worthy of respect and immense interest

He someone joyce suggests that we should learn [from] and try in certain ways to be [liked] just as in the ancient world

Ulysses was held up as an inspiring model of resourceful and brave conduct

We follow bloom for a whole day as he wanders around Dublin. We see him having lunch buying a supper drinking coffee and cocoa

He worries about his relationship with his wife and daughter. He goes to work he listens to someone singing he has various conversations

Joyce is saying that the apparently little things that happen in daily life eating feeling sorry for someone feeling sorry for oneself

Putting the washing on the clothes line these aren't really little things at all if we look at them through the right lens

they are revealed as beautiful serious deep and

Fascinating our own lives are just as interesting as those of the traditional heroes

It's just with less good at appreciating them the helpful lens is supplied initially by Joyce's novel

But ideally we should internalize it and make it our own. We should accept ourselves as minor

legitimate heroes of our own

dignified lives

Traditionally novels like most films today show us people speaking in well-formulated

clear and relevant sentences

And we tend to suppose without really thinking about it that this is a fair reflection of their inner life

They speak thoughts and feelings that they have but this isn't Joyce's way at all

Joyce takes us into our minds and tries to show us. What thinking actually?

Sounds like at one point in ulysses leopold muses on the cycle of life while he's watching the tram cars and people in the street

This is [what] it sounds like through Joyce's microphone

trams past one another [in] going out going clanging clanging useless words

Things go on the same day after day squads of police marching out back trams in out

Those two loonies mooching about Dignam carted off

Minor purefoy swollen belly on a bed groaning to have a child tugged out of her one born every second somewhere other

Dying every second since I fed the birds five minutes

300 kicked the bucket other 300 born washing the blood off all I washed in the blood of the [lamb] bawling [man]

It's a strange and yet actually perhaps rather familiar muddle of high and low concerns

Bloom is thinking about birth and death and the random shortness of life and the idea of religion

but he's also thinking about how he fed some birds the ordinary rhythms of Daily life the noisy trams and

the fundamental oddity of language in which sounds we make with our mouths

Stand for things in the world if we could slice the top of people's heads and get a view into the diverse thoughts that

Circulate and cut across one another

Contradicting and confusing we have a much more

[accurate] picture of our fellow humans and one radically at odds with the image

We typically have that people are

psychological monoliths with clear definite and fixed views who are very certain what they believe [and] care about

Joyce like other Modernists describers of stream of consciousness thoughts and feelings is

Suggesting that if we knew more [about] what others in ourselves

Really thought and felt. We'd have a clearer sense of what it means to be human

And we'd perhaps also be slower to Anger quicker to forgive we'd love more and hate less

We'd be more curious about the apparently strange by ways of our own and others minds

the more Joyce went beneath the surface of our

Utterances to reveal the cacophony of our minds the more he felt the need [to] twist and remould language itself

To capture how he sound to [ourselves] in his last and truly puzzling novel Finnegan's wake

Joyce decided to create his own [version] of English a tower of babel

He called it by mixing together bits and pieces of more than 40 languages

Sometimes the words on the page look entirely foreign, but if you sound them out you can often find the sense here

We are again means what it says. It's just that the words are jammed together to reflect the speed of the mind in action

Joyce went in for many

Portmanteau words two more words stuck together to create a new one [a]

fun for all is a fun funeral or a fun for all a bisects cycle is a

bisexual or a bicycle for sex

Joyce twisted prestigious names so shakespeare became shake his beard and Denty alligator was Dante alighieri

The plot insofar as there is one in Finnegan's wake is about a man called Tim

Finnegan who falls from a ladder dies and comes back to life when someone spills whiskey on his face during the wake

It's intended as a universal story about the fall of mankind and the character of Tim Finnegan is also meant to be simultaneously

Adam, Noah Richard the third Napoleon and the Irish nationalists Charles Parnell there is indeed a plot in this book

it's just not one joyce explained sarcastically that can be rendered sensible by the use of

Wide-awake language cut and dry grammar and go ahead plot in attempting to be completely faithful to real life in all its true

Confusion and complexity Joyce ended up writing a book that is fascinating Lee

instructively unreadable the fourth sentence of the first chapter runs like this

Rot a peg of pars malt had gem or [shen] brewed by arclight and Rory end to the [regan] brow was to be seen ring

'some on the Aqua face

It's a reminder of how [much] fiction when it seemed logical and understandable is always necessarily a drastic

[foreshortening] of what is actually going on in the world and the minds of characters Joy's pushed one possibility of the realistic novel as

Far as it could [possibly] go into a realm as mysterious haunting and perplexing as the dreams of a stranger

Joy Spent the greater part of his life writing. What was he hoping to achieve through his art

What is art for in his novel the portrait of the [artist] as a young man?

Joyce Gets his spokesman Stephen to have a go at spelling out an answer

He follows a surprisingly traditional route using two terms from the medieval Philosopher, Sim, Thomas aquinas

But the first is integra toss this means that an artist is [someone] who attempts to grasp with unusual vigor the true

integrity and identity of what is being studied it might be a tree a

Moment of history or the life of a fictional character in 20th Century Dublin, we don't normally do this

We don't really concentrate on what a person [is] saying or doing or what objects around us really are and look like

we don't normally isolate and study carefully art [has] the job of doing this for [us] and teaching us to do so

habitually

the second step for an artist in Joyce's view is to bring clarity or

Clarity to things which means shining the light of reason [into] [the] murkier parts of experience and life

The Paradox is that Joyce did just this but it is attempt to be utterly clear about what being human is actually like?

He created works which are in places. Uh Turley baffling to a reader in a hurry that

Shouldn't surprise us too long though artist Joyce sees it should be a corrective to unnatural

but dangerous blindness and inattention to

cliche an over Rapid summary if art sometimes puzzles us

We know says joyce that it's doing its job properly. It's really killing us to the mysteries

We have to quickly grown blind to

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