"Dublins" is James Joyce's prestigious short story collection, which can be regarded as the most famous short story collection in the entire West in the 20th century. Published in 1914, it is set in Dublin in the 1920s and 1930s. It captures a cross-section of the lives of the middle and lower class people, a group of people at a moment, and fifteen stories gathered together. It is like an impressionistic painting, with concise brushwork and scattered pieces. It emerges a desolate world, distant, cold, but exquisite, which is the best.
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"He fell asleep listening to the faint falling of snowflakes, which fell softly across the universe, falling, as they were destined to do, on all the living and the dead."
12.25 "Dubliners" by James Joyce (It turns out that "realism" can be written like this. After reading it, it happened to be Christmas, and I happened to read the last chapter to realize that it was also Christmas in the story. It was snowing outside the window in Ireland, and rain was also falling in Chongqing, falling on the lovers who were in love with Christmas gifts. They were fully aware of each other's emotions. I also lost my perception of the world) I read this book separately from the paper book and the e-book, because I can't take out the paper book to read all the time. I found that the translation of the e-book seems to be better than the translation of the paper book, but sometimes it is difficult to get involved in reading the e-book, and you can read a lot of content very happily at once by reading the paper book.
A slight sense of being on the outside, a strong sense of being in the middle
My favorite is the last chapter "The Dead": the banquet and carnival in the first half, bright and noisy, and the gloomy and gloomy second half form a sharp contrast between warm and cold tones. At the end, the rain and snow fell, and the heaven and earth fell silent. Death should also be so clean and silent.
When I first read Ulysses, it was so obscure that I couldn't read it at all. Under the guidance, I understood that I can only read Ulysses if I first understand this book. Dubliners in the early 19th century - Characters from all walks of life, childhood, youth and adulthood, the state of numbness is hidden in the few words of the proud Joyce, waiting for readers to interpret it through repeated and careful reading. Relatively like the following
Mud Maria, a kind-hearted laundress who longs for love, touches mud during a festive blindfold game...
A Painful Case: Mr. Duffy, who has a high self-esteem because he despises everything around him, always tries to escape reality by justifying what he does.
Mother (A Mother) Mrs. Kilney, who is indifferent by nature and longs for romance, is dissatisfied with her marriage and builds her daughter according to the self-transcendence growth model, but she fights endlessly for money.
I found this book because I read Bai Xianyong's "Trees Are Like This". I couldn't quite understand it, maybe because I didn't understand the background of the times and the author.
One thing I feel is that Joyce's characterizations and descriptions of the environment are so realistic and vivid. In just a few words, it is as if you can see the person standing in front of you, or you suddenly feel like you are in Ireland.
It's been a while since I read short stories. When I read some of them, I thought the plot was about to reach a critical climax, but then I found out that it was actually over. It was such a wonderful feeling to have something unfinished but come back to my senses and be amazed.
This book is amazing! Each story seemed to unfold a picture before my eyes, allowing me to see the life of Dubliners in that era. The characters are so real, and their personalities and experiences made me relate to them. It's really a book worth reading!
A good book that begins and ends with death. The different characters, different stories, and different perspectives in the book reflect the life of a generation. It seems that I also see some of myself in a certain character. It is a very evocative work...
A different story in each chapter depicts vivid characters, and the delicate writing shows an independent and rich character. From the beginning of the first chapter to the end of the last chapter, it seems to describe someone's life, and at the end it stops with the deceased. It's such a beautiful snow, and everyone will become a ghost one day.
My enemy:
Being tough in the front, stabbing in the back, adding fuel to the flames,
There is also the old fox who is watching with cold eyes.
I am mentally paralyzed and my soul is shattered.
I asked God and the devil:
Are you willing to trade your soul and the rest of your life for relief?
They replied:
Your soul has long been corrupted by the world and is not worth trading.
I argued:
It's because it's broken that I want to replace it,
Like Faust.
I asked: What should I do?
They answered: The walking dead are still alive.
Snow: The snow I fell covers everything, just to feel stable and calm.
Dubliners: The snow in Dublin made me feel equal for the first time.
Snow: You only see the stability on the surface and cannot understand the depth. The living and the dead are covered under this snow, lifeless and desolate in their hearts.
Dubliner: Dublin... It doesn't matter, as long as you live.
It's snowing all over Ireland.
I really feel the same way, as if I see the people around me
"He fell asleep listening to the faint falling of snowflakes, which fell softly across the universe, falling, as they were destined to do, on all the living and the dead."
12.25 "Dubliners" by James Joyce (It turns out that "realism" can be written like this. After reading it, it happened to be Christmas, and I happened to read the last chapter to realize that it was also Christmas in the story. It was snowing outside the window in Ireland, and rain was also falling in Chongqing, falling on the lovers who were in love with Christmas gifts. They were fully aware of each other's emotions. I also lost my perception of the world) I read this book separately from the paper book and the e-book, because I can't take out the paper book to read all the time. I found that the translation of the e-book seems to be better than the translation of the paper book, but sometimes it is difficult to get involved in reading the e-book, and you can read a lot of content very happily at once by reading the paper book.
A slight sense of being on the outside, a strong sense of being in the middle
My favorite is the last chapter "The Dead": the banquet and carnival in the first half, bright and noisy, and the gloomy and gloomy second half form a sharp contrast between warm and cold tones. At the end, the rain and snow fell, and the heaven and earth fell silent. Death should also be so clean and silent.
When I first read Ulysses, it was so obscure that I couldn't read it at all. Under the guidance, I understood that I can only read Ulysses if I first understand this book. Dubliners in the early 19th century - Characters from all walks of life, childhood, youth and adulthood, the state of numbness is hidden in the few words of the proud Joyce, waiting for readers to interpret it through repeated and careful reading. Relatively like the following Mud Maria, a kind-hearted laundress who longs for love, touches mud during a festive blindfold game... A Painful Case: Mr. Duffy, who has a high self-esteem because he despises everything around him, always tries to escape reality by justifying what he does. Mother (A Mother) Mrs. Kilney, who is indifferent by nature and longs for romance, is dissatisfied with her marriage and builds her daughter according to the self-transcendence growth model, but she fights endlessly for money.
I found this book because I read Bai Xianyong's "Trees Are Like This". I couldn't quite understand it, maybe because I didn't understand the background of the times and the author. One thing I feel is that Joyce's characterizations and descriptions of the environment are so realistic and vivid. In just a few words, it is as if you can see the person standing in front of you, or you suddenly feel like you are in Ireland. It's been a while since I read short stories. When I read some of them, I thought the plot was about to reach a critical climax, but then I found out that it was actually over. It was such a wonderful feeling to have something unfinished but come back to my senses and be amazed.
This book is amazing! Each story seemed to unfold a picture before my eyes, allowing me to see the life of Dubliners in that era. The characters are so real, and their personalities and experiences made me relate to them. It's really a book worth reading!
A good book that begins and ends with death. The different characters, different stories, and different perspectives in the book reflect the life of a generation. It seems that I also see some of myself in a certain character. It is a very evocative work...
A different story in each chapter depicts vivid characters, and the delicate writing shows an independent and rich character. From the beginning of the first chapter to the end of the last chapter, it seems to describe someone's life, and at the end it stops with the deceased. It's such a beautiful snow, and everyone will become a ghost one day.
My enemy: Being tough in the front, stabbing in the back, adding fuel to the flames, There is also the old fox who is watching with cold eyes. I am mentally paralyzed and my soul is shattered. I asked God and the devil: Are you willing to trade your soul and the rest of your life for relief? They replied: Your soul has long been corrupted by the world and is not worth trading. I argued: It's because it's broken that I want to replace it, Like Faust. I asked: What should I do? They answered: The walking dead are still alive. Snow: The snow I fell covers everything, just to feel stable and calm. Dubliners: The snow in Dublin made me feel equal for the first time. Snow: You only see the stability on the surface and cannot understand the depth. The living and the dead are covered under this snow, lifeless and desolate in their hearts. Dubliner: Dublin... It doesn't matter, as long as you live.
It's snowing all over Ireland.
I really feel the same way, as if I see the people around me
Free and anti-traditional.
This is a work worth reading again and again