The Dead and Other Stories - James Joyce
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James Joyce
James Joyce (1882-1941) was an Irish novelist and poet. A contributor to the modernist avant-garde movement, he is regarded as one of the most influential and important authors of the twentieth century and is best known for Ulysses (1922), a novel that parallels Homer's Odyssey using an array of literary styles.
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The Dead and Other Stories - James Joyce - James Joyce
James Joyce
THE DEAD AND OTHER STORIES
First Edition
img1.jpgContents
INTRODUCTION
THE DEAD AND OTHER STORIES
THE DEAD
ARABY
EVELINE
A LITTLE CLOUD
THE SISTERS
CLAY
A PAINFUL CASE
INTRODUCTION
img2.jpgJames Joyce
1882 - 1941
James Joyce (1882-1941) was an Irish writer. He is the author of Ulysses,
considered to be the work that inaugurated the modern novel and one of the most important in Western literature.
Joyce was born in Dublin, Ireland, on February 2, 1882, into a wealthy Catholic family and received a strict Jesuit education which he later rebelled against. He attended the University of Dublin, studying English, French, and Italian, and participated in literary and theatrical groups.
In 1902, he went to Paris to study medicine, but returned to Ireland the following year after his mother's death. He worked as a private teacher, then moved to Zurich and later Trieste, Italy, where he supported himself by teaching English.
His early literary experiences were conservative, influenced by Ibsen's realism and the symbolists, as seen in his first book of poems, Chamber Music,
in 1907. In 1914, he published Dubliners,
a collection of short stories, followed by A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
in 1916, a reflection on his childhood and adolescence in Dublin.
In 1922, Joyce published Ulysses,
set over the course of a single day, June 16, 1904, in Dublin. His characters, Stephen Dedalus, Leopold Bloom, and Molly Bloom, face situations corresponding to episodes from Homer's Odyssey. In this work, Joyce reinvented language and syntax, radicalizing narrative language by exploring processes of image association, verbal resources, stylistic parodies, and stream of consciousness. He also incorporated Freudian psychoanalytic theories on sexual behavior. The book was banned in the UK and the US until 1936.
Joyce underwent several surgeries due to vision problems. His final work, Finnegans Wake
(1939), pushed aesthetic and linguistic innovations further than Ulysses.
James Joyce passed away in Zurich, Switzerland, on January 13, 1941.
About the Work: The Dead
In a recent list published in the United States ranking the best short stories of the 20th century, James Joyce's The Dead
was chosen as the top story.
The Dead
is the final story in the collection Dubliners
and differs from the others both in its greater length and its poetic intensity and symbolism. It not only stands as the best story in the book but also illuminates the narratives that precede it.
The plot is simple: after a Christmas party at his aunts' house, the protagonist, Gabriel Conroy, returns to the hotel with his wife, Gretta. He is eager to know why she seemed so distant. Gretta confesses that one of the songs reminded her of a young man from Galway (the homeland of Nora Barnacle, Joyce's wife) who died for her.
The young man suffered from tuberculosis and braved the snow to see her. Gabriel consoles her, although he feels overshadowed upon realizing Gretta's tears for the dead. The dead, even though deceased, continue to be with us.
The symbolism is evident, especially concerning the snow. Initially seen as something to be protected from, snow becomes attractive when Gabriel looks at it through the window, becoming comforting. It is worth quoting the beautiful ending of The Dead,
in Hamilton Trevisan's translation for Civilização Brasileira: Snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves.
Joyce's stories evoke the search for epiphanies. There is even an explanation of what epiphanies are in chapter XXV of Stephen Hero,
an early version of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
: By epiphany he [Stephen Dedalus] meant a sudden spiritual manifestation, whether in the vulgarity of speech or of gesture or in a memorable phase of the mind itself. He believed it was for the man of letters to record these epiphanies with extreme care, seeing that they themselves are the most delicate and evanescent of moments.
The epiphany in The Dead
is experienced by Gretta when she hears the music that brings back her past. The literal and the metaphorical, as with the snow, combine with the linguistic and human richness of the fictional work.
THE DEAD AND OTHER STORIES
THE DEAD
Lily, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat than the wheezy hall-door bell clanged again and she had to scamper along the bare hallway to let in another guest. It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also. But Miss Kate and Miss Julia had thought of that and had converted the bathroom upstairs into a ladies' dressing-room. Miss Kate and Miss Julia were there, gossiping and laughing and fussing, walking after each other to the head of the stairs, peering down over the banisters and calling down to Lily to ask her who had come.
It was always a great affair, the Misses Morkan's annual dance. Everybody who knew them came to it, members of the family, old friends of the family, the members of Julia's choir, any of Kate's pupils that were grown up enough, and even some of Mary Jane's pupils too. Never once had it fallen flat. For years and years it had gone off in splendid style, as long as anyone could remember; ever since Kate and Julia, after the death of their brother Pat, had left the house in Stoney Batter and taken Mary Jane, their only niece, to live with them in the dark, gaunt house on Usher's Island, the upper part of which they had rented from Mr. Fulham, the corn-factor on the ground floor. That was a good thirty years ago if it was a day. Mary Jane, who was then a little girl in short clothes, was now the main prop of the household, for she had the organ in Haddington Road. She had been through the Academy and gave a pupils' concert every year in the upper room of the Antient Concert Rooms. Many of her pupils belonged to the better-class families on the Kingstown and Dalkey line. Old as they were, her aunts also did their share. Julia, though she was quite grey, was still the leading soprano in Adam and Eve's, and Kate, being too feeble to go about much, gave music lessons to beginners on the old square piano in the back room. Lily, the caretaker's daughter, did housemaid's work for them. Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well; the best of everything: diamond-bone sirloins, three-shilling tea and the best bottled stout. But Lily seldom made a mistake in the orders, so that she got on well with her three mistresses. They were fussy, that was all. But the only thing they would not stand was back answers.
Of course, they had good reason to be fussy on such a night. And then it was long after ten o'clock and yet there was no sign of Gabriel and his wife. Besides they were dreadfully afraid that Freddy Malins might turn up screwed. They would not wish for worlds that any of Mary Jane's pupils should see him under the influence; and when he was like that it was sometimes very hard to manage him. Freddy Malins always came late, but they wondered what could be keeping Gabriel: and that was what brought them every two minutes to the banisters to ask Lily had Gabriel or Freddy come.
O, Mr. Conroy,
said Lily to Gabriel when she opened the door for him, Miss Kate and Miss Julia thought you were never coming. Good-night, Mrs. Conroy.
I'll engage they did,
said Gabriel, but they forget that my wife here takes three mortal hours to dress herself.
He stood on the mat, scraping the snow from his goloshes, while Lily led his wife to the foot of the stairs and called out:
Miss Kate, here's Mrs. Conroy.
Kate and Julia came toddling down the dark stairs at once. Both of them kissed Gabriel's wife, said she must be perished alive, and asked was Gabriel with her.
Here I am as right as the mail, Aunt Kate! Go on up. I'll follow,
called out Gabriel from the dark.
He continued scraping his feet vigorously while the three women went upstairs, laughing, to the ladies' dressing-room. A light fringe of snow lay like a cape on the shoulders of his overcoat and like toecaps on the toes of his goloshes; and, as the buttons of his overcoat slipped with a squeaking noise through the snow-stiffened frieze, a cold, fragrant air from out-of-doors escaped from crevices and folds.
Is it snowing again, Mr. Conroy?
asked Lily.
She had preceded him into the pantry to help him off with his overcoat. Gabriel smiled at the three syllables she had given his surname and glanced at her. She was a slim; growing girl, pale in complexion and with hay-coloured hair. The gas in the pantry made her look still paler. Gabriel had known her when she was a child and used to sit on the lowest step nursing a rag doll.
Yes, Lily,
he answered, and I think we're in for a night of it.
He looked up at the pantry ceiling, which was shaking with the stamping and shuffling of feet on the floor above, listened for a moment to the piano and then glanced at the girl, who was folding his overcoat carefully at the end of a shelf.
Tell me. Lily,
he said in a friendly tone, do you still go to school?
O no, sir,
she answered. I'm done schooling this year and more.
O, then,
said Gabriel gaily, I suppose we'll be going to your wedding one of these fine days with your young man, eh?
The girl glanced back at him over her shoulder and said with great bitterness:
The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.
Gabriel colored, as if he felt he had made a mistake and, without looking at her, kicked off his goloshes and