A new sort of introduction to Finnegans Wake has just been published. Joyce's retelling of Aesop's fable of the ant and the grasshopper - 'the Ondt and the Gracehoper' - has been extracted from the Wake, illustrated by Thomas McNally, and published accompanied by an extended essay (also by McNally) on the themes in the Wake which illuminate and are illuminated by the spinoozed grimmgest of Jacko and Esaup.
It is a brilliant idea, and it is brilliantly executed. Every sentence is illustrated largely and finely, and the space given the text leads one to pay attention to all the tiny decisions Joyce made, which are lost if one reads at anything like the rate at which one reads a normal novel. The accompanying essay is excellent: clear, accessible, artistically and philosophically competent, and containing original contribution to the critical tradition on the work - which last means that, despite the fact that the work is primarily an induction to the Wake, it also illuminates the work to those who know it.
Anyone interested in but daunted by the Wake, and anyone who knows and loves the Wake and wants to see it in a different light, should certainly consider buying this wonderful book.
The work is the first of a projected series of illustrations of the fables of Finnegans Wake. I hope there will be sequels. (And I hope Lilliput Press is again behind it. From the font to the margins to the paper to the binding, the attention to detail in the publishing is second to none.)
Happy Bloomsday, everybody! And happy hundredth anniversary of the publication of Dubliners!
Let me tell you all about the day that started too much mine, but then was shared. I returned to my native Dublin from the ever faraway land of Albion, and arrived just too late for fried liver at the bookshop of Messrs. Hodges and Figgis, but just in happy time for some amateur readings of the tale of hero Bloom. The reading read, we decamped hands bookful to Davy Byrne's, the moral pub, to eat as Bloom ate Gorgonzola sandwiches and to drink the hearty black stout of our green land. Outside this longlived establishment and the adjacent shortlived scaffolding were more readings, dramatised shoutily over the sunned and happy crowds. There I made some friends, two smiling and sharpeyed Italians, visiting with their students (who - the students I mean - were elsewhere) to learn (again, the students doing the learning here) English. (For what good the only sart of English ye'll pick up in Dublin'll do ye in any respectable vocation at all, but sure I guess they're better off aren't they with an English with a bit a music to it.)
Hands shook and characters awkwardly ascertained to be at all events acceptable, we three wandered north past Trinity College, through O'Connell Street and its Spire (which we stopped by to look up at, but not for very long, and not much wiser for it, though we did agree that we probably liked it), and eventually to the James Joyce Centre, one of the Bloomsday centres, as you might imagine. The HCE Players from Boston (so local lads then) dramatised a couple of passages, most memorably the blessing of the opening of Barney Kiernan's pub, and Ithaca. They did a fine job of it. (You could tell because the audience was splitting its sides laughing.) A wander up and around the Centre then, to see the table on which Joyce wrote the Night Book that followed today's day book; to watch a short documentary about Joyce's relationship with the National Library; and down to see the door of 7 Eccles Street, the latchkey to which is presumably still in the back pocket of Bloom's trousers that he was wearing the previous day but one (now - how an imaginary latchkey is supposed to open the door I don't know, and perhaps it couldn't (we don't know as Bloom gained ingress through the kitchen door) - but perhaps now nothing else could open the door, as no normal key, I daresay, could open it; for it is a portal detached from any passage, the house now being the site of Hospitium Mater Misericordiae, whose doors need to be bigger, and nothing now behind that door through which Stephen Dedalus accepted graciously and comprehensibly hospitium but brick). Then our own egress, back south past the Spire and O'Connell Street and Trinity College, to Meeting House Square, where, basking in the rare summer sun, we lay back and listened to some music, and some more readings, finishing with Molly's I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
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A while ago I wrote here that I'm writing a seminar paper about Joyce use of music in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and in "The Dead" and I asked people for some ideas. Well, I got some really good ideas which really helped me in writing my paper and I've been meaning to post it here but I kept forgetting to do so. So after a long time, here is my seminar paper if anyone is interested in reading it. (: I got 88 on it. lj has messed up my formatting.
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HAPPY BLOOMSDAY 2011!!!
Just realized 3 days after the fact that 1-13-11 marks the 70th-year anniversary since James Joyce passed away. On a much more positive note, 2-2-12 will be the 130th-year anniversary since Joyce's birth, and the 90th-year anniversary since the publication of Ulysses. Looking fwd to Bloomsday 2012!
I'm writing a seminar paper about the use of music in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and "The Dead". I wondered if you could suggest to me some good articles about the subject or about these two works in general.
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