Much like his characters trudging the streets of Dublin, I've been mucking about James Joyce's Dubliners for weeks now. Aside from "The Dead" and a couple of others, the way has been quite boring. With much trepidation, I'd pick up the collection of shorts and start another story hoping for some brilliance or insight into the human condition. Each time I'd put down the book and wonder why the hell I was still reading the damned thing.
I'd think Joyce was busy making Dublin come alive in contrast to his lifeless characters, but other than naming the same several streets over and over, there doesn't seem to be much life in Joyce's Dublin, either.
And it's not like the stories became better as the pages turned. Each one finds me imagining Joyce sitting at a large window, looking over Dublin, and then reporting exactly what he sees. All too often, what he sees and describes are surfaces. His characters have little depth. Their motives and desires are shallow. Their goals are within easy reach (and often in a bottle), yet often discarded out-of-hand when even the flimsiest obstacle pops up before them.
"A-ha!" you shout, "You've countered your own argument, mate. Joyce's milieu is the mundanity of life itself." "So what," I counter, "I experience that mundanity every day myself. I don't need some asshole pointing out my own or other people's shortcomings in the most simplistic manner possible and passing it off as literature!"
And further I'd argue that the only reason "The Dead" is considered a great story is because it's surrounded by such mediocrity that even a fool could hardly help but see the quality of it. Gabriel's many moods and the battle within himself make for a stirring read, but I can only hope that the majority of Joyce's ouput is more like it and less like the rest of Dubliners.
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Now I've started Gulliver's Travels*. I must say there's more life in its introductions than all of Dubliners. So I'm looking forward to a much better reading experience from Mr. Swift.
*Note that it is possible for someone, even an English Major, to spend about 20 years in educational institutions without reading the whole of Gulliver's Travels. It wasn't easy, but I managed it having read only a couple of chapters. And I'm the type to read everything assigned. The only time I ever used Cliffs Notes (without also reading the book) was for Conrad's Heart of Darkness.
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