I'm treading on eggshells here because I know some of you love it, but I'm halfway through Portrait Of The Artist As a Young Man and I'm disappointed. Does it get all modernist and raw in the second half or what?
It's overflowing with catholic priests, so where's the child abuse?
Thus far it's a typically genteel, middlebrow literary memoir. Stephen Dedalus is so fuckin' sensitive I want to fuckin' shoot him. David Copperfield is edgier than this.
Joyce writes like the late Victorian aesthete he is. The prose purls along between flowery meads. This guy a Lord of language? Really?
I guess I was expecting it to be the literary equivalent of Picasso's Desmoiselles d'Avignon- and it ain't.
Portrait Of The Artist
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HK
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Pulp
No, not the band, the movie- directed by Mike Hodges, starring Michael Caine, which was released in 1972. I've always thought it sounded…
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Partially Crushed
I had one dream in which things kept getting crushed. First my camera because I'd sat on it, next the corner of a tool box because I'd sat on…
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HK
Kissinger has gone but the world is still being run by people who are prepared to kill to get what they want.
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Pulp
No, not the band, the movie- directed by Mike Hodges, starring Michael Caine, which was released in 1972. I've always thought it sounded…
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Partially Crushed
I had one dream in which things kept getting crushed. First my camera because I'd sat on it, next the corner of a tool box because I'd sat on…