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    Dubliners

    Dubliners

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    by James Joyce


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      BN ID: 2940016548630
    • Publisher: Hannah Stuart
    • Publication date: 04/13/2013
    • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
    • Format: eBook
    • Pages: 151
    • File size: 489 KB

    James Joyce was born in Dublin on February 2, 1882. He was the oldest of ten children in a family which, after brief prosperity, collapsed into poverty. Nonetheless, he was educated at the best Jesuit schools and then at University College, Dublin, where he gave proof of his extraordinary talent.

    In 1902, following his graduation, he went to Paris, thinking he might attend medical school there, but he soon gave up attending lectures and devoted himself to writing poems and prose sketches, and formulating an "aesthetic system'." Recalled to Dublin in April 1903 because of the fatal illness of his mother, he circled slowly towards his literary career. During the summer of 1904 he met a young woman from Galway, Nora Barnacle, and persuaded her to go with him to the Continent, where he planned to teach English.The young couple spent a few months in Pola (now in Yugoslavia), then in 1905 moved to Trieste, where, except for seven months in Rome and three trips to Dublin, they lived until June 1915. They had two children, a son and a daughter. His first book, the poems of Chamber Music, was published in London in 1907, and Dubliners, a book of stories, in 1914. Italy's entrance into the First World War obliged Joyce to move to Zürich, where he remained until 1919. During this period he published A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916) and Exiles, a play (1918).

    After a brief return to Trieste following the armistice, Joyce determined to move to Paris so as to arrange more easily for the publication of Ulysses, a book which he had been working on since 1914. It was, in fact, published on his birthday in Paris, in 1922, and brought him international fame. The same year he began work on Finnegan's Wake, and though much harassed by eye troubles, and deeply affected by his daughter's mental illness, he completed and published that book in 1939. After the outbreak of the Second World War, he went to live in Unoccupied France, then managed to secure permission in December 1940 to return to Zürich. Joyce died there six weeks later, on 13 January 1941, and was buried in the Fluntern Cemetery.

    Author biography courtesy of Penguin Group (USA).

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    Brief Biography

    Date of Birth:
    February 2, 1882
    Date of Death:
    January 13, 1941
    Place of Birth:
    Dublin, Ireland
    Place of Death:
    Zurich, Switzerland
    Education:
    B.A., University College, Dublin, 1902
    Website:
    http://www.jamesjoyce.ie

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    THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had found it lighted in the same way, faintly and evenly. If he was dead, I thought, I would see the reflection of candles on the darkened blind for I knew that two candles must be set at the head of a corpse. He had often said to me: "I am not long for this world," and I had thought his words idle. Now I knew they were true. Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis. It had always sounded strangely in my ears, like the word gnomon in the Euclid and the word simony in the Catechism. But now it sounded to me like the name of some maleficent and sinful being. It filled me with fear, and yet I longed to be nearer to it and to look upon its deadly work.

    Old Cotter was sitting at the fire, smoking, when I came downstairs to supper. While my aunt was ladling out my stirabout he said, as if returning to some former remark of his:

    "No, I wouldn't say he was exactly... but there was something queer... there was something uncanny about him. I'll tell you my opinion...."

    He began to puff at his pipe, no doubt arranging his opinion in his mind. Tiresome old fool! When we knew him first he used to be rather interesting, talking of faints and worms; but I soon grew tired of him and his endless stories about the distillery.

    "I have my own theory about it," he said. "I think it was one of those... peculiar cases.... But it's hard to say...."

    He began to puff again at his pipe without giving us his theory. My uncle saw me staring and said to me:

    "Well, so your old friend is gone, you'll be sorry to hear."

    "Who?" said I.

    "Father Flynn."

    "Is he dead?"

    "Mr. Cotter here has just told us. He was passing by the house."

    I knew that I was under observation so I continued eating as if the news had not interested me. My uncle explained to old Cotter.

    "The youngster and he were great friends. The old chap taught him a great deal, mind you; and they say he had a great wish for him."

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