February 2nd is a particularly important day in Irish literature: it is the day on which one of its most outstanding writers was born (which is to say speaking of a superb literary tradition such as the Irish one) and it is also the day on which That same writer James Joycepublished one of the most remarkable novels of world literature, Ulises.
Joyce was born in Dublin on February 2, 1882 into a large Catholic family, during her childhood she nurtured two phobias and a philia: she was terrified of dogs because one attacked her and storms because the Jesuits with whom she studied associated the storms to the wrath of God filias? Literature above all things although Joyce also enjoyed alcohol, he was somewhat wasteful, a complex type of character and difficult to deal with. He also a traveler.
Although he grew up in Dublin and did not go to Paris until 1903, from then on his life was a continuous journey, he changed residence about 20 times and lived in Zurich, in Trieste (today Italy), in Pola (today Croatia) and in Paris, sometimes he fled from the World Wars (the first and the second), sometimes from himself and his debts, sometimes he desperately searched for a way out and in the end… he returned to his daughter; Although he lived for about 20 years in Paris when the Nazis took over the city, he went to Zurich not only fleeing from Hitler but getting closer to his beloved daughter, a young woman who was diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of 20.
A curiosity of Joyce: the famous psychiatrist Carl Jung treated his daughter, it was he who diagnosed her with schizophrenia and, after meeting the father and it is believed that some of his writings, concluded that good old Joyce also had some other problem with same disease as her daughter.
The love of his life was Nora, whom he met on June 16 and for whom the story narrated in Ulysses takes place precisely on June 16, a day much celebrated in Dublin in memory of Joyce and her Ulysses, it is the popular Bloomsday, a day when everyone dresses up as Bloom and Molly…
Joyce died of peritonitis in Zurich leaving a literary legacy that is difficult to overcome, it is not only Ulysses, it is the Portrait of the Adolescent Artist, it is the stories of Dubliners, it is Finnegans Wake… It is Joyce, an author who was admired by literary minds as important as HG Wells, Ezra Pound or TS Eliot and whom others, like Virginia Woolf, did not quite understand.
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His Quotations and Famous Phrases
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“Mistakes are the portals of discovery.”
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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“I fear those big words that make us so unhappy.”
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
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“Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; the part that schools cannot recognize.”
Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize.
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“Nations have their egos, just like individuals.”
Nations have their ego, just like individuals.
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“Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.”
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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“A man’s actions are the best interpreters of his thoughts.”
The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.
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“Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus reappearing for a moment.”
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
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“My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decaying ambitions.”
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
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“When Dublin dies it will be written on my heart.”
When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.
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