Category Archives: James Joyce

Roaratorio, Anna Livia’s Fireheaded Son

Holiday music:  John Cage‘s Roaratorio, Writing For The Second Time Through Finnegans Wake and Laughtears.

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Conor Cruise O’Brien dead at 91 (Irish Times &  NYT).
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Acquired:  Roland McHugh’s Annotations, Anthony Burgess’s Re Joyce, Dettmar’s The Illicit Joyce.
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Happy holidays!
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This was Joyce’s favorite Irish whisky [sic]: he explained why to Gilbert Seldes: ‘All Irish whiskies use the water of the Liffey; all but one filter it, but John Jameson’s uses it mud and all. That gives it its special quality.’ And the next day, which happened to be Easter, a bottle of John Jameson’s arrived with a card inscribed, ‘James Joyce presents Anna Livia’s fireheaded son.’  (Ellman 604)

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The Map Is Not The Territory …

But here’s Joyce’s key sent to Miss Harriet Weaver (his patron), corresponding to the first draft of Work in Progress, dated 15 November 1926 (595):

Howth (pron Hoaeth) = Dan Hoved (head)
Sir Amory Tristram 1st earl of Howth changed his name to Saint Lawrence,
b in Brittany (North Armorica)
Tristan et Iseult, passim
viola in all moods and senses
Dublin, Laurens Co, Georgia, founded by a Dubliner, Peter Sawyer, on
r. Oconee. Its motto: Doubling all the time.
The flame of Christianity kindled by S. Patrick on Holy Saturday in
defiance of royal orders
Mishe = I am (Irish) i.e. Christian
Tauf = baptise (German)
Thou art Peter and upon this rock etc (a pun in the original aramaic)
Lat: Tu es Petrus et super hanc petram
Parnell ousted Isaac Butt from leadership
The venison purveyor Jacob got the blessing meant for Esau
Miss Vanhomrigh and Miss Johnson had the same christian name
Sosie = double
Willy brewed a peck of maut
Noah planted the vine and was drunk
John Jameson is the greatest Dublin distiller
Arthur Guinness ” ” ” ” brewer
rory = Irish = red
rory = Latin, roridus = dewy
At the rainbow’s end are dew and the colour red: bloody end to the lie in
Anglo-Irish = no lie
regginbrow = German regenbogen + rainbow
ringsome = German ringsum, around
When all vegetation is covered by the floor there are no eyebrows on the
face of the Waterworld
exaggerare = to mound up
themselse = another dublin 5000 inhabitants
Isthmus of Sutton a neck of land between Howth head and the plain
Howth = an island for old geographers
passencore = pas encore and ricorsi storici of Vico
rearrived = idem
wilderfight = wiederfechten = refight
bellowed = the response of the peatfire of faith to the windy words of
the apostle

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“Why is Jung so rude to me?”

“He doesn’t even know me,” Joyce said to Dr. Daniel Brody, the owner and manager of the Rhein-Verlag in Zurich who asked Jung to write a preface for the third edition of the German translation of Ulysses.

“People want to put me out of the church to which I don’t belong. I have nothing to do with psychoanalysis.”

Brody replied, “There can only be one explanation. Translate your name into German.” (641-2)

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What a zinger, since Joyce in German is Freud.

Ha.

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Wednesday.

Last weekend I found Chester G. Anderson’s illustrated James Joyce (Thames and Hudson, 1967) at the Strand for $5. The first time I ever purchased a book for its pictures.

From the NYT:

This ”outstanding” pictorial biography of James Joyce has ”a good text, careful, accurate and perceptive,” reviewers said in 1968. Its profuse illustrations, they added, ”have in many cases an almost magical power” to evoke the Dublin of 1904.

My favorite:

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James Joyce with Ezra Pound, Ford Madox Ford, and John Quinn, ca. 1923.
Gelatin silver print photograph
Courtesy of The Poetry Collection, SUNY At Buffalo

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O Death!

Virginia Woolf to Sydney Schiff on Jan. 15, 1922,

“About Joyce, and my endeavour to be doubly fair to him because I have been perhaps unfair and captious. Oh, I can’t get over a great great deal. I can’t get over the feeling of wet linoleum and unemptied pails and far worse horrors in the house of his mind–He’s so terribly unfein; that’s what it amounts to. There is a tremendously strong impulse in me to beg him not to shock me!”

(The Letters of Katherine Mansfield, ed. J. Middleton Murry (London, 1928), vol. II, p. 173.)

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I came across this gem while reviewing Ellman’s biography. On Saturday, B. and I see The Waves at Lincoln Center. Here’s an e-trailer of the production.

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Yes.

It’s Friday. Today’s FW thoughts:

1) Donald Barthelme’s “After Joyce” (in Not-Knowing); Joycean musicality in Barthelme’s novel, The Dead Father.

2) Marshall McLuhan’s FW quotes and Joyce discussions in War and Peace in the Global Village. Prankquean’s “Clothing As Weaponry.” Also, “Marshall McLuhan and James Joyce: Beyond Media” by Donald and Joan Theall.

3) Norman O. Brown, Apocalypse and/or Metamorphoses and Love’s Body. I remember the night I discovered Apocalypse, via Branwynne, who rang me up that evening, 12 years ago at C.U and said, “You have to see something. Come over” [paraphrased]. I was 19 years old. We sat in her room and perused his essays, specifically, “Daphne and/or Metamorphoses.” The bizarre chapter break flourishes. She asked, “Have you seen anything like it?” I sighed, “No.” But anyway, this work changed my life w/r/t Joyce and beyond.

4) I need to find my notes for Michael Seidel‘s C.U. class, “Joyce and His Contemporaries [Woolf and Beckett].” I took it in 1995, and just found out via this article, that Seidel offered an FW seminar at Columbia in 2001.

5) I ordered Tindall on Amazon today and should get Ellman [I link to this music Joyce site (which cites the Ellman biography) because it’s amazing] and McHugh out of storage.

6) Totally unrelated: my favorite future novelist Elif Batuman has a new article in the LRB and issue 7 of n+1.

7) ReJoyce: I miss Paris and Bloomsday 2008.

Here’s my Circe route in the Marais area:

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