Category Archives: LITERATURE

Perception and impact of a story is often dependent upon the mood of the reader as well as background, beliefs, hopes, knowledge and fears.  Today was the perfect day to read a section where Stephen, along with his schoolmates, is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Ah, so a few pages more answer the question:  ’tis the fever of schoolboy lust and all those delicious dirty thoughts that cause a young man’s blood to gush through his system to pool in his penis. It was too … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Boy, you think you know someone… My image of Stephen up to this point was of a rather scared yet very alert and sensitive young lad (unknowing of the age, and keeping in mind the era), who was somehow feeling … Continue reading → Continue reading →

While I would’ve gone on anyway and reached this gem of writing, I am grateful to Bud Parr of Chekov’s Mistress and Metaxucafe for the attitude change that enabled me to enjoy it: But when he had sung his song … Continue reading → Continue reading →

No small portion of my annoyance with Joyce’s Portrait of The Artist As a Young Man is some of the repetitious use of words that are common perhaps to time and place, but would be much more readily accepted even … Continue reading → Continue reading →

That is, my feelings.  I’m going to be really bratty here and simply say that if this is a classic, I haven’t gotten to that part yet.  I can get beyond the unusual writing style–I learned to love Faulkner, after … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Yes, Joyce’s novel isn’t the easy flow of reading, and yet it is because the words run as thoughts associated by links to one another.  This wouldn’t be called stream of consciousness writing as it isn’t in first person pov, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

This is my choice for my next read, and I’m fourteen pages into it.  I’m just glad I’ve cut my teeth on Faulkner.