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James Joyce

Some Opening Comments on Joyce’s Ulysses

As long-time readers may recall, one of my goals in turning this blog from a political blog to a “literary blog” was to focus on books that had been sitting on the shelf since I attended college. I have cleared away nearly all the poetry books I bought back in college. However, I still have a few classic novels sitting on the shelf that I purchased from a book club while attending college with every intention of reading them much earlier in my life.

Thus, when a group of bloggers I know decided to read Joyce’s Ulysses as a group, I decided it was finally time to read Joyce’s three books I had on the shelf. Some preliminary reading suggested it would be a good idea to begin with Joyce’s Portrait of an Artist, so I finished that rather quickly before starting Ulysses. While it wasn’t a favorite, it was a fairly enjoyable read, and I finished it in two days.

However, I have spent most of the last two weeks struggling through Joyce’s Ulysses, finally finishing it last night. I’m a fairly fast reader, and it probably should not have taken more than 15 hours to read the book. That obviously didn’t happen. At some points I found the novel almost impenetrable/unbearable. In fact, I rented the movie Ulysses from Amazon and watched it twice within 7 days to try figure out the sequence of events. I even bought a newer movie, “Bloom” which I’ll be watching before I actually try to say something literate about the book. I also found and watched an hour-long biography of Joyce online and watched it twice. The plot summary at Wikipedia also helped me to keep track of what was going on in the novel. I did, however, refuse to buy Ulysses Annotated: Notes for James Joyce’s Ulysses, a 694 page book explaining the many references found in the novel. I have no desire to become an expert on Ulysses, thank you.

It took me three days, and several naps, to get through one particularly obscure 60 page section of the book. At times I was tempted to skip long passages of the novel, particularly long lists of names that meant nothing to me, but I resisted the temptation and read every single word, though I make no claims to actually understanding everything, or even most, of what I read.

Perhaps I had unrealistic expectations for the novel since it was rated the best novel of the 20th century by several different sources. Let me just say that if I’d been told that as a senior in high school and I had read this book, I would never have changed my college major from physics to English, exactly what I did after discovering Thomas Hardy’s novels.

I doubt that this novel would even make my top 50 books of the 20th century though, in retrospect, I can see how it might have been one of the most influential novels of the 20th Century. Thomas Hardy is sometimes considered the first modern novelist, but the style of his novels seems ancient compared to Joyce’s style in Ulysses. I can even see where many of my favorite novels might have been inspired by this work.

The book raises many questions, but strangely the main question it raises for me, which has very little to do with the book itself, is what is MY criteria for a great novel. It’s obvious that my criteria is obviously quite different from those critics who argue that this is the greatest novel of the 20th century. I’ve never really thought much in terms of “favorites,” whether it be songs, movies, books, or, even, birds. I don’t even know if I would be capable of compiling a list of the 100 best books I’ve read, though I do have a short list of books that have made the greatest impression on my life.

A few favorites, in more-or-less chronological order, are Melville’s Moby Dick, Clemens’ Huckleberry Finn, Hardy’s Jude the Obscure, Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, Heller’s Catch-22, Ellison’s The Invisible Man, Steinbeck’s The Pearl, Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury, Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle and Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird.

Not sure what that tells me about my criteria, but all of them either introduced me to new insights into myself or into the society I live in. All of them made me re-examine my own beliefs and ideas. Some author’s, like Faulkner, for instance, are known for their uniques writing style. Others, are admired despite their “lack of style.” I like to say that I most admire a “simple” style, though Faulkner definitely doesn’t qualify as having a simple style, and I probably admire his sentence structure, his multiple uses of clauses, more than any other writer, except perhaps Hemingway’s very different style.

It’s pretty clear that “style” is not one of the main factors I use in judging a novel. Though I do admire some writer’s eloquence, it’s the ideas behind the eloquence that determine whether the novel becomes a favorite.

It’s also clear that when I encountered a novel plays a major part in determining my reaction to it. For instance, I happened to read Jude the Obscure at precisely the moment I began to realize that all may academic skills and the number of colleges recruiting me was not going to help me to get into some of the elite colleges that wanted me to consider them. My parents’, and my, lack of money was going to be a major determining factor, that and my unwillingness to borrow money to pay for tuition and board and room. In other words, I actually identified with Jude, and still do many years later. Luckily, my future wasn’t as bleak as Jude’s: I was going to go to a local college and live at home, but I was going to go to college. This sense of identifying with the major character(s) seems like an important part of my criteria for a good novel.

I’ve already written about some of these novels and pointed out that a friend sent me Heller’s Catch-22 while I was stationed in Vietnam and I could hardly get through more than a 100 pages before I put it away. It was several years after I returned that I encountered it again in a graduate course that it became a favorite. My Vietnam experience gave me the background I needed to fully appreciate the author’s insights into life. Recent years have given me an even greater appreciation of Milo Minderbinder.

I suspect that if I’d read Ulysses earlier in my life I might have been more impressed with it, though I doubt I would have understood it any better. It is, without a doubt, the most innovative novel of the early 20th century, years before its time.

The book would probably have been more meaningful if I had been Irish, or even if I had been Catholic. Heck, it would probably have been more meaningful if I believed in the concept of sin, but I don’t, and, as far as I can tell, I never have believed in it, though I’m all too familiar with making mistakes, sometimes profound mistakes that have affected my whole life.

Perhaps the novel would have seemed more profound if I had been Anti-Semitic but, having been raised in the Pacific Northwest I hardly recognized anyone’s religion, nor, as far as I can tell, did I ever personally know a Jew until I went into the army. At Fort Knox Officer’s Training I ended up running around with Jewish lawyers who had graduated from NYU. I had no idea they were Jewish until another officer asked me why would run around with “those kikes.” I didn’t have the slightest idea what he was talking about or why it was his concern who the hell I ran around with.

I’ll be out-of-town birding for a while, but I’ll have more to say about The Dubliners, The Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man, and Ulysses when I return.

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Theler Wetlands

A Sunday Walk at Theler Wetlands

I’ve been spending a lot of my free time at home reading, but I don’t do that when Leslie is off work. After we dropped the grandkids off on Sunday, we went to Theler Wetlands in Belfair. I really didn’t expect to see too many birds, but I enjoy the four mile walk and it seems impossible to walk Belfair without seeing at least some birds, or, at the very least, some insects like this dragonfly

dragonfly

that greeted us at the pond.

Leslie’s favorite sighting of the day was this one of the Belted Kingfisher looking down at a Great Blue Heron stalking fish.

Kingfisher and Great Blue Heron

The two are certainly my favorite birds at Theler, but I tend to prefer closeups rather than long shots like this one.

My favorite bird photo of the day would have to be this one of the same Great Blue Heron standing on a little island in the middle of the creek later in the day.

Great Blue Heron

However, it’s probably a sign of how few birds we saw that my first and last shot of the day were of dragonflies.

dragonfly

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Blogging

The Point Defiance Dahlia Garden

Just because birding is slow doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to take advantage of last week’s sunshine. No, I’m not about to sit inside reading James Joyce’s Ulysses when it’s 90° and sunny outside.

I got up early in the morning and went down to the Rose Garden. Although some of the roses seem past their prime, others are just now coming into their full beauty.

yellow roses

Late summer is really my favorite time to visit the garden, not because of the roses but because of the dahlias are finally in full bloom then.

Even the largest dahlias, like this giant yellow variety are in full bloom.

huge yellow dahlia

Though I’ll have to admit I prefer the less showy geometric varieties, like this orange and yellow one,

orange dahlia

or this style, which seems to be the favorite of the bees and other insects.

purple and white dahlia

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Theler Wetlands

One Good Bird

Birding locally is running slow at the moment, but that didn’t keep me from going back to Theler Wetlands in Belfair last week. I ended up seeing a few nice birds like goldfinches and, even better, a family of kingfishers on the creek. Unfortunately, the kingfishers were so far away that the shots I took were rather unimpressive.

In fact, I ended up deleting all the shots except for these two. This first one is it shot of an Osprey heading down the creek towards Puget Sound.

Osprey

It was a while later while talking to some fellow birders and looking for the Virginia Rail that we saw an Osprey heading back up the river, this time with a fish.

Osprey with fish

It obliged by flying directly overhead giving me a great shot of the fishing it was carrying.

When I started birding with Ruth Sullivan a couple of years ago, one of her favorite sayings after a day when birding wasn’t very good was, “All we need is one good bird.”

For me, of course, it’s really, “All I need is one good shot.” And though I usually post more than a single shot from a day’s birding, the reality is that in the long run it’s a good day if I even get even one shot I end up keeping. And the longer I shoot, the rarer it becomes that I will get even a single shot better than one I’ve already taken. It’s the experience that really counts, but I’m also driven by another saying a birder/photographer told me while at Malheur this Spring, “The best shot is the one still in your camera.”