James Joyce is a man of immense intrigue to myself. His sense of nonconformity, rebellion, writing style--the shear depth of it, his genius! I believe him to have been some sort of Jesuit mystic. "Ulysses in Dublin" was his choice of title for this book, yet the stories were expanded and the title shortened. Joyce's disciples hail from a wide spectrum--Joseph Campbell, Robert Anton Wilson, Jorge Louis Borges--his magick has spread far. The stories he presents us with here are deceptively straightforward. Complexity is just under the surface. They progress in an order: Childhood, Adolescence, Maturity, and Public Life. There are many green-eyed characters. Each one contains a small epiphany that is not obvious in many cases; in fact, quite subjective. I admit I do not fully understand "The Sisters"; but am quite haunted by the child's dream of the dead old Rev., his friend, with gray face, perpetual smile and spittle moistened lips. Skipping to the last story, "The Dead", I will say that it's imagery is stunningly real and that it holds within it the greatest epiphany contained within the book--I was reminded a bit of Dickens' tale of the drunk in the graveyard with the hobgoblin, for some strange reason. I highly recommend "Dubliners" as a doorway to Joyce, and many other strange places.Read full review
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