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F 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 uniue work of modernist fiction A Portrait of. 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 eually 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 paired with the ability to actually form coherent analytical thoughts that have no real value since they can’t be expressed in any meaningful way since you’ve wisely given up your ivory tower dreams of being the famous musician the beloved artist the acclaimed novelist the sensational poet one of those people whom than a hundred people will ever know or actually care about and remember once he or she finally dies and discovers firsthand if their deepest guilt ridden fear of a snarling reptilian DevilGod orbiting their every thought and action was always true
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A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManThe 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 blossom fully into themselve. 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 scornful laugh“ What are you laughing at asked Stephen“ You said Heron Byron the greatest poet He's only a poet for uneducated people“ He must be a fine poet said Boland“ You may keep your mouth shut said Stephen turning on him boldly All you know about poetry is what you wrote up on the slates in the yard and were going to be sent to the loft for“Boland in fact was said to have written on the slates in the yard a couplet about a classmate of his who often rode home from the college on a pony“As Tyson was riding into JerusalemHe fell and hurt his Alec Kafoozelum“This thrust put the two lieutenants to silence but Heron went on“ In any case Byron was a heretic and immoral too“ I don't care what he was cried Stephen hotly“ You don't care whether he was a heretic or not said Nash“ What do you know about it shouted Stephen You never read a line of anything in your life except a trans or Boland either“ I know that Byron was a bad man said Boland“ Here catch hold of this heretic Heron called out In a moment Stephen was a prisoner“ Tate made you buck up the other day Heron went on about the heresy in your essay“ I'll tell him tomorrow said Boland“ Will you said Stephen You'd be afraid to open your lips“ Afraid“ Ay Afraid of your life“ Behave yourself cried Heron cutting at Stephen's legs with his cane“It was the signal for their onset Nash pinioned his arms behind while Boland seized a long cabbage stump which was lying in the gutter Struggling and kicking under the cuts of the cane and the blows of the knotty stump Stephen was borne back against a barbed wire fence“ Admit that Byron was no good“ No“ Admit“ No“ Admit“ No No“At last after a fury of plunges he wrenched himself free His tormentors set off towards Jones's Road laughing and jeering at him while he half blinded with tears stumbled on clenching his fists madly and sobbing” Who are these kids The Grand Inuisitor I don’t know maybe the boys in the Dead Poets Society were having conversations like that even with their fun lovin’ teacher It’s been years since I saw it I really wish Robin Williams had come and slapped Stephen Dedalus around for a little while somewhere in this book though A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is a perfect example of how I instinctively dislike people who aren’t funny And if you tell me that he actually is funny I say to you that if it takes you longer than 1 minute to explain the joke and at the end of explanation it leaves me with only a vague uneasy feeling it doesn’t count The following passage comes closest to being funny of any passage in the book but still yawn Also note to Joyce “tundish” is not that interesting a word – Wikipedia usually so long winded barely gives it a page “ One difficulty said Stephen in esthetic discussion is to know whether words are being used according to the literary tradition or according to the tradition of the marketplace I remember a sentence of Newman's in which he says of the Blessed Virgin that she was detained in the full company of the saints The use of the word in the marketplace is uite different I hope I am not detaining you“ Not in the least said the dean politely“ No no said Stephen smiling I mean “ Yes yes; I see said the dean uickly I uite catch the point detain“He thrust forward his under jaw and uttered a dry short cough“ To return to the lamp he said the feeding of it is also a nice problem You must choose the pure oil and you must be careful when you pour it in not to overflow it not to pour in than the funnel can hold“ What funnel asked Stephen“ The funnel through which you pour the oil into your lamp“ That said Stephen Is that called a funnel Is it not a tundish“ What is a tundish“ That The funnel“ Is that called a tundish in Ireland asked the dean I never heard the word in my life“ It is called a tundish in Lower Drumcondra said Stephen laughing where they speak the best English“ A tundish said the dean reflectively That is a most interesting word I must look that word up Upon my word I must” I kind of want to see Holden Caulfield and Stephen Dedalus cage fight or at least hear Holden talk for a little while about what a phony good ol’ Dedalus isI did not hate this book as much as I thought I would to be uite honest A lot of readers that I have great respect for have told me this book is completely unbearable and Virginia Woolf is so persuasively critical of Joyce in her Writer’s Diary I don’t know about unbearable It has mostly unbearable parts but a couple of bearable boogey man Catholic Church parts I can handle the dramatic conversion chapter but mostly Stephen is such a pipsueak This book fails to be transcendent in my opinion By that I mean that I believe it does try to be timeless – and fails I know the counterargument is that it is documenting a specific time and culture I get that So are The Iliad Macbeth and Pride and Prejudice though and they are still fun or tragic and reflective of some basic humanity Things happen in them A Portrait of the Artist if it is reflective of anything is reflective of self absorbed young men and that is a culture I find it impossible to be patient with Sorry guys I want to “accidentally” spill things on your record collections and replace your hair gel with Nair I think we should go our separate ways Goodreaders I do not forbid you from reading this book as it is unuestionably influential but I do warn you that if you are bothered by the use of the word “moocow” in the first sentence you may not like the rest Also don’t listen to the audio version The reader is a slow talking simpery voiced Joycian I’m sure he’s a veryniceperson and I apologize if I have been scathing So that you are not left with the impression that I “hate everything” which I have been criticized for in the past and to end on a positive note I leave you with a summary of the things mentioned in this review that I love Tennyson Byron lamp Virginia Woolf Holden Caulfield The Iliad Macbeth and Pride and Prejudice Things I love also include but are not limited to baby animals ice cream Dr Seuss and the Velvet Underground if you want to know
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SUMMARY A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man î PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB ó The portrayal of Stephen Dedalus's Dublin childhood and youth his uest for identity through art and his gradual emancipation from the claims of family religion and Ireland itself is also an obliue self portrait of the young JamesThe portrayal of Stephen Dedalus's Dublin childhood and youth his uest for identity through art and his gradual emancipation from the claims of family religion and Ireland itself is also an obliue sel. Shut up James you had me at 'moo cow'