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A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManThe Portrayal Of Stephen Dedalus S Dublin Childhood And Youth, His Quest For Identity Through Art And His Gradual Emancipation From The Claims Of Family, Religion And Ireland Itself, Is Also An Oblique Self Portrait Of The Young James Joyce And A Universal Testament To The Artist S Eternal Imagination Both An Insight Into Joyce S Life And Childhood, And A Unique Work Of Modernist Fiction, A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man Is A Novel Of Sexual Awakening, Religious Rebellion And The Essential Search For Voice And Meaning That Every Nascent Artist Must Face In Order To Fully Come Into Themselves.

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  1. says:

    Shut up James, you had me at moo cow.


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    His soul was swooning into some new world, fantastic, dim, uncertain as under sea, traversed by cloudy shapes and beings A world, a glimmer or a flower Glimmering and trembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking light, an opening flower, it spread in endless succession to itself, breaking in full crimson and unfolding and fading to palest rose, leaf by leaf and wave of light by wave of light, flooding all the heavens with its soft flushes, every flush deeper than the other Thus awareness is born, awareness of oneself as the shackles of society are thrown down Stephen realises that he does not want to be what everyone else has deemed him to be he wants to be his own man he wants to embrace his own desires and live the life he wants he wants to be free.And who can blame him It s his life so he may as well live it a way that will cause him some degree of satisfaction Please note, I deliberately avoided the word happy because Stephen isn t happy he realises that such a state is fickle it will always fade with time So in this process he assesses his own individuality and slowly begins to define his emerging sense of self To invoke a clich , Stephen goes on a journey of self discovery however, the extent of which goes far beyond the typical discourse this is about the soul of his art What is that beauty whic...


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    736 A Portrait of The Artist As A Young Man, James Joyce 1882 1941 A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is the first novel by Irish writer James Joyce It traces the religious and intellectual awakening of young Stephen Dedalus, a fictional alter ego of Joyce and an allusion to Daedalus, the consummate craftsman of Greek mythology Stephen questions and...


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    Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes And he sets his mind to unknown arts Ovid MetamorphosesThe above mentioned quote from Ovid, which appears at the start of the work, best describes the conclusion of a journey of an artist through his self, trying to come up with things that matter most, while still trying to discern his place in this world I still remember the day, when as a teenager, ready to explore the world around me, I, once looked up in the sky, which was sunny and inspiring, and said I wish I could fly so high in the sky that it could take me in its arms That was a wishful fancy My class group laughed at me, one even expressing her contempt at such a childish sham That was a moment of revelation for me, a moment when I realized how important it was to set one s mind free I was disheartened, because it became apparent that they were not receptive, not receptive to life itself The reading of A Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man made me remember that instant that instant, which I recall as one of the most memorable moments of my life This work by Joyce has taken me down a memory lane, like Proust did , but unlike Proust, it has made me remember and define those moments which have considerably influenced my thoughts and ideas Those moments which have, over a time, asked me to break away from the well accepted conve...


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    I read this back in high school and a few times since and it blew my mind The textual maturity grows as Stephen Daedalus grows and it is absolutely captivating The scene where his knuckles are beaten in class thank goodness we have moved beyond cor...


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    Forget The Perks of Being an Insufferable Wimp forget the hollow, hipster plasticity of Holden Cauliflower and his phony attempts at wry observations on adolescence forget that clumsy excuse of an experimental storyteller that is Jonathan Safran Foer, aka Meat is Murder Johnny, with his nauseating, gee I guess our hearts really are just too big to fit into one sentence after all mentality forget all that useless bullshit, if, like me, you can pick up James Joyce s The Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man and completely relate with a childhood defined by shyness and subservient silence that, with time and guidance, is fashioned into an all encompassing fear of divine punishment for being a lowly, flesh bound mongrel unworthy of its own creator s love, which, in turn, precipitates a young adulthood embittered with resentment and characterized by self loathing and drastic, vain attempts at appearing creatively intelligent as you hobnob with your college peers, those equally fucked in the head fakes that use their given academic setting as a way of feeling validated and important, which is a bafflingly absurd denial of the eventual doldrums of disappointment and depression that is living a long life pa...


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    And there he was following the alleys, away from his original filial shell, searching where the way would take him, and there were icons on the walls Icons of guilt, icons of duty Some promised a reality beyond those grey walls announcing that there would be light but still imagined Some pretended a glorious past and a glorious and heroic future for the community an imaginary polity Captivating nets of restricting nationalism, coined discourses and gelled devotions He took the turn of one of those alleys and enjoyed the walk but it left nothing but pleasureless pleasure in his soul They were dancing paths that entangled him and He took a side turn, again after that promising light But he was just getting into darker caves of fear, where guilt there always was the Minotaur of sin lurking on each of those barren and sordid alleyways The Order, the militant Order Fleeing and escaping, not yet flying, but led by the force of hope, a dizzy hope He met other ghosts in those alleys but they were not real than the icons.Some white shone Pearl white A feather as small as a word The fascination led him to other feathers that seemed to mark the way out of the trapping Labyrinth of stilted ideas But one has to be careful with words They can embody banality Or emptiness He knew the words of prayer, the word...


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    Words, art, lifeLife, art, wordsBEAUTIFUL James Joyce, what a masterful writer This book is insightful, poetic, artistic and profound It is , if I may say so, a tour de force of wisdom and language I will try to make this review not ridiculously long, but as you can imagine, when a book is this good, there is no way you can write a short review and be satisfied So let s take a look at Joyce s brilliance,1 Language Joyce s language is fresh and unique, his techniques and style a touch of sheer genius.The sentences, especially descriptive ones, are so expressive and vivid, so that the images and scenes are felt so strongly and clearly, oozing out of the pages The rain had drawn off and amid the moving vapours from point to point of light the city was spinning about herself a soft cocoon of yellowish haze Heaven was still and faintly luminous and the air sweet to breathe, as in a thicket drenched with showers and amid peace and shimmering lights and quiet fragrance he made a covenant with his heart The music passed in an instant, as the first bars of sudden music always did, over the fantastic fabr...


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    This book is a very dry, written version of the Dead Poet s Society without Robin Williams I was already grateful to Whoopi Goldberg this week for her reasonable comments about the most recent Sarah Palin ridiculousness, so I feel kind of bitter at having to be grateful for the other half of that daring duo I had sworn them as my nemeses minor nemeses, yes, of nowhere near the caliber of Charlie Kaufman, David Lynch, or Harold Bloom, but nemeses nonetheless Now, I find myself thinking, It s a good thing Whoopi is on the View Otherwise it might turn into some kind of evil vortex, and It s a good thing that Robin Williams was in Dead Poet s Society, otherwise those kids all would have been running around having conversations like I m reading right now What type of conversations am I referring to, you ask Here is an example from when Stephen is, I believe, supposed to be around 12 years old And who is the best poet, Heron asked Boland Lord Tennyson, of course, answered Heron O, yes, Lord Tennyson, said Nash We have all his poetry at home in a book At this Stephen forgot the silent vows he had been making and burst out Tennyson a poet Why, he s only a rhymester O, get out said Heron Everyone knows that Tennyson is the greatest poet And who do you think is the greatest poet asked Boland, nudging his neighbour Byron, of course, answered Stephen Heron gave the lead and all three joined in a sco...


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    He longed to let life stream in through the windows of his mind in all its sordid and colorful glory so that he could sift through the layers of feeling, impulse and meaning and find what his restless soul craved for that shred of truth too primevally pristine for anyone to begrime But the world intruded rudely upon his solemn preoccupations, planted seeds of insidious doubt wherever it could find the soft, yielding ground of inchoate perceptions His oppressors were many and unapprehended the cruel compulsions of academic discipline, the acts of adolescent savagery of compeers who were abysmally ill equipped to deal with a difference of opinion, the steadily visible socioeconomic squalor of the milieu which threatened to blunt his senses and the omnipresent fear of every thought or deed of his being tantamount to execrable heresy He had tried to build a break water of order and elegance against the sordid tide of life without him and to dam up, by rules of conduct and active interest and new filial relations, the powerful recurrence of the tides within him Useless From without as from within the waters had flowed over his barriers their tides began once to jostle fiercely above the crumbled mole But he rebelled and won victories against the accompanying inebriety of religious indoctrination and those who demanded fr...

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