There is no book like Ulysses, and no book about it quite like this one. Now completely revised to correspond to the definitive new Gabler edition, Hugh Kenner’s. Now completely revised to correspond to the definitive new Gabler edition, Hugh Kenner’s ULYSSES for the first time becomes widely available in the United. It is wonderful how Professor Kenner can keep on about Ulysses, always interesting and relevant and hardly repeating himself at all. His book.
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James Joyce,Literature and literary criticismFictionNovels. It is wonderful how Professor Kenner can keep on about Ulyssesalways interesting and relevant and hardly repeating himself at all. His book gives a survey of books about Ulyssesmentioning only ulyases previous ones by himself. He weeds out bad ideas and adds more promising ones, always with acknowledgement to other critics: He puts a new idea of his own into both of these books, and it urgently needs refuting.
Ulysses by Hugh Kenner
This proves that whenever he claims to see anything he is only remembering what he usually sees. He is thus merely a windbag. I need to give references because some of my assertions are controversial, but Joyce deliberately made it difficult. Kenner gives a welcome assurance that a definitive edition will soon at last appear.
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This disability hugy Stephen would soon become obvious in the book: Indeed the strongest refutation comes at the start, when he and Malachi look out from the Martello tower at the morning sea.
Malachi tells him to revere our great sweet mother, and Stephen looks at the mail-boat clearing the harbour mouth. Stephen must have recognised the mail-boat.
Stephen regards the sea as the green bile which her coughing had torn up from her rotting liver she died of cancer. Sea and headland now grew dim. Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet.
White breast of the dim sea Kennerr often expresses fascination at the incessant slight movements of water around the tidal estuary of the Liffey: The brief description here is as vivid as it is beautiful. The explanation is simple. Ulyszes he remembers being unjustly beaten over breaking his glasses when he was a new boy at school; in a blurry way, he is reflecting about time.
The glasses were broken in a scuffle at Westland Road station, where Malachi was taking the last train back to the tower.
It left at Kenner does well to draw attention to this part of the story, and it is a pity that he missed the further point. Stephen feels triumphant when he arrives at the brothel, led by Lynch, but about two-thirds of the way through the chapter he begins to say that his hand is hurting.
Probably Stephen merely shouted insults at Malachi, who knocked him down and left him on the platform, but the bruised hand seems to represent an honourable wound. If the glasses had really been broken on the day before, the incident would have nothing jenner do with the novel. This is not quite the end of it. One might ask why the glasses were not mentioned in the first chapter, when other needments were being assembled.
Well, there are larger questions to answer there. Why has Stephen waited a year before quarrelling with Malachi over a phrase used just after the death? They have been in close contact for most of the time.
And why does he not shave, when Malachi does? Kenner himself gives the answer p. This is enough reason for it to leave out the detail of the spectacles. Ellmann also reports that ulhsses disliked having to wear them, leaving them off at parties apparently, but surely he would wear them when taking a class, at which he notices a boy using a crib. Kenner has long been inclined to take the mickey out of Stephen, and still maintains here that he was incapable of becoming the great novelist.
This theory is a step towards the right answer, but taken alone it is absurd.
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Joyce was a self-important man, as he needed to be, and he had described Stephen in a hugn title as a portrait of himself when young: Actually, the book confronts Stephen with a grim necessity: Joyce himself had escaped it, because he saw Nora walking along a street and at once stopped kejner and took her name and address. With Nora behind him, he could leave Ireland and teach English abroad with his BAbut without her he would sink. Bloomsday, as Ellmann discovered, was the day she first consented to walk out with him, and he expected his friends to ulysees it as a sort of private Christmas.
The story of the book is sad, but it can be treated with satirical gaiety because it did not happen: But it would be foul to drag Nora into his autobiography; impossible, too; the only way to demonstrate her importance was to tell what would have happened without her. Molly Bloom, of course, is not a doctored version of Nora; as Nora remarked when asked the question, with her usual command of brevity: All this should have been obvious since Ellmann published his great biography, in The kennee text of this book review is only available to subscribers of the London Review of Books.
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