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“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)
What a zinger, since Joyce in German is Freud.
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.
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.)
It’s Friday. Today’s FW thoughts:
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.
6) Totally unrelated: my favorite future novelist Elif Batuman has a new article in the LRB and issue 7 of n+1.
Here’s my Circe route in the Marais area: