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James Joyce was an acclaimed Irish novelist, poet, and literary critic who is considered one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. He is best known for his groundbreaking novel Ulysses, which parallels Homer’s Odyssey in a variety of literary styles, particularly stream of consciousness. Joyce’s other notable works include the short story collection Dubliners and the novels A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and Finnegans Wake.
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James Augustine Aloysius Joycewas an Irish novelist, poet and literary critic. He contributed to the modernist avant-garde movement and is regarded as one of the most influential and important writers of the 20th century. Joyce’s novel Ulyssesis a landmark in which the episodes of Homer’s Odyssey are paralleled in a variety of literary styles, particularly stream of consciousness. Other well-known works are the short-story collection Dublinersand Finnegans Wake (1939). His other writings include three books of poetry, a play, letters, and occasional journalism.
Joyce was born in Dublin into a middle-class family. He attended the Jesuit Clongowes Wood College in County Kildare, then, briefly, the Christian Brothers-run O’Connell School. Despite the chaotic family life imposed by his father’s unpredictable finances, he excelled at the Jesuit Belvedere College and graduated from University College Dublin in 1902. In 1904, he met his future wife, Nora Barnacle, and they moved to mainland Europe. He briefly worked in Pula and then moved to Trieste in Austria-Hungary, working as an English instructor. Except for an eight-month stay in Rome working as a correspondence clerk and three visits to Dublin, Joyce resided there until 1915. In Trieste, he published his book of poems Chamber Music and his short story collection Dubliners, and he began serially publishing A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man in the English magazine The Egoist. During most of World War I, Joyce lived in Zurich, Switzerland, and worked on Ulysses. After the war, he briefly returned to Trieste and then moved to Paris in 1920, which became his primary residence until 1940.
Ulysses was first published in Paris in 1922, but its publication in the United Kingdom and the United States was prohibited because of its perceived obscenity. Copies were smuggled into both countries and pirated versions were printed until the mid-1930s, when publication finally became legal. Joyce started his next major work, Finnegans Wake, in 1923, publishing it sixteen years later in 1939. Between these years, Joyce travelled widely. He and Nora were married in a civil ceremony in London in 1931. He made a number of trips to Switzerland, frequently seeking treatment for his increasingly severe eye problems and psychological help for his daughter, Lucia. When France was occupied by Germany during World War II, Joyce moved back to Zurich in 1940. He died there in 1941 after surgery for a perforated ulcer, at age 58.
Ulysses frequently ranks high in lists of great books, and the academic literature analysing his work is extensive and ongoing. Many writers, film-makers, and other artists have been influenced by his stylistic innovations, such as his meticulous attention to detail, use of interior monologue, wordplay, and the radical transformation of traditional plot and character development. Though most of his adult life was spent abroad, his fictional universe centres on Dublin and is largely populated by characters who closely resemble family members, enemies and friends from his time there. Ulysses in particular is set in the streets and alleyways of the city. Joyce is quoted as saying, “For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal.”
James Joyce was an Irish novelist, poet, and literary critic who was a major figure in the modernist avant-garde movement and is considered one of the most influential writers of the 20th century.
James Joyce’s most well-known works include the novel Ulysses, the short-story collection Dubliners, the novel A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and the novel Finnegans Wake.
James Joyce was born in Dublin, Ireland, and spent most of his adult life abroad in Europe, living in places like Pula, Trieste, Zürich, and Paris.
James Joyce’s novel Ulysses is considered a landmark work in which the episodes of Homer’s Odyssey are paralleled in a variety of literary styles, particularly stream of consciousness.
James Joyce’s writing style, which was characterized by his meticulous attention to detail, use of interior monologue, wordplay, and radical transformation of traditional plot and character development, had a significant influence on many other writers, film-makers, and artists.
James Joyce’s novel Ulysses was initially prohibited from publication in the United Kingdom and the United States due to its perceived obscenity, and copies had to be smuggled in and pirated versions printed until the mid-1930s when publication finally became legal.
Many of James Joyce’s fictional works, particularly Ulysses, are set in Dublin and are largely populated by characters who closely resemble his own family members, enemies, and friends from his time there, as he believed that in the particular is contained the universal.
A nation is the same people living in the same place.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Nations have their ego, just like individuals.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Men are governed by lines of intellect – women: by curves of emotion.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Well and what’s cheese? Corpse of milk.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
I think a child should be allowed to take his father’s or mother’s name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what’s cheese? Corpse of milk.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
Irish novelist and poet (1882-1941)