Au début du XXème siècle, James JOYCE dresse le portrait d'habitants ou de groupes d'habitants de la ville de Dublin. Portraits intîmes, études de moeurs, témoignages choisis d'un monde en mutation, bourgeoisie locale ou monde ouvrier, fêtes familiales ou bars à bières.

Gens de Dublin

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.

Dubliners

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...

His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.

He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.

O, the wild rose blossoms

On the little green place.

He sang that song. That was his song.

O, the green wothe botheth.

When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the oilsheet. That had the queer smell.

His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano the sailor's hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:

Tralala lala,

Tralala tralaladdy,

Tralala lala,

Tralala lala.

Uncle Charles and Dante clapped. They were older than his father and mother but uncle Charles was older than Dante.

Dante had two brushes in her press. The brush with the maroon velvet back was for Michael Davitt and the brush with the green velvet back was for Parnell. Dante gave him a cachou every time he brought her a piece of tissue paper.

The Vances lived in number seven. They had a different father and mother. They were Eileen's father and mother. When they were grown up he was going to marry Eileen. He hid under the table. His mother said:

-O, Stephen will apologize.

Dante said:

-O, if not, the eagles will come and pull out his eyes.-

Pull out his eyes,

Apologize,

Apologize,

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Joyce et la poésie. Nous avons déjà proposé une traduction nouvelle de ses poèmes et surtout, rétablissant l'ordre originel de Chamber Music, montré la cohérence de l'ensemble de l'oeuvre joycienne. De nombreux lecteurs demeurent surpris que l'audacieux auteur d'Ulysse et de Finnegans Wake ait écrit des poèmes si conventionnels". Il se trouve que son dernier livre contient, justement, quelques poèmes. Proposer une traduction autonome de ces poèmes c'est autant montrer que Joyce put manifester la même invention langagière dans ses vers, que proposer une introduction à l'ensemble de l'ouvrage. Dans Finnegans Wake, plus que dans aucun autre livre, la partie contient le tout, c'est là son enjeu. Les allusions, références et prétextes de l'ensemble se "glissent" dans la plupart des séquences verbales. De La Ballade de Persse O'Reilly, concernant le personnage du père, aux vers concernant la mère ou les jumeaux, tout le paysage (sémantique-sonore) quotidien, narratif, historique, mythologique, érotique, politique, scientifique, subjectif, etc du Wake y résonne. Ainsi, interpréter ces poèmes et les commenter, c'est entrer dans l'intégralité du livre et des livres de Joyce. Reprendre le sillon de ce rêve éveillé et merveilleux. Ce à quoi Joyce nous convie.

Les poèmes du Wake & commentaires

Jimmy Doyle, a college student, is well-connected and has many wealthy friends. He enjoys the glamorous company, and his parents are proud. At dinner one evening, Jimmy and his friend entertain an English nobleman named Routh. After much drinking they decide to play a few hands and gamble, and although Jimmy loses numerous times, he is still able to fit in and keep up a joyous front. Critically acclaimed author James Joyce's Dubliners is a collection of short stories depicting middle-class life in Dublin in the early twentieth century. First published in 1914, the stories draw on themes relevant to the time such as nationalism and Ireland's national identity, and cement Joyce's reputation for brutally honest and revealing depictions of everyday Irish life. HarperPerennial Classics brings great works of literature to life in digital format, upholding the highest standards in ebook production and celebrating reading in all its forms. Look for more titles in the HarperPerennial Classics collection to build your digital library.

After The Race - Short Story

Loosely based on the Odyssey, this landmark of modern literature follows ordinary Dubliners in 1904. Capturing a single day in the life of Dubliner Leopold Bloom, his friends Buck Mulligan and Stephen Dedalus, his wife Molly, and a scintillating cast of supporting characters, Joyce pushes Celtic lyricism and vulgarity to splendid extremes. Captivating experimental techniques range from interior monologues to exuberant wordplay and earthy humor. A major achievement in 20th century literature.

Ulysses

"Aveva ricominciato a nevicare. Guardò insonnolito i fiocchi, argentei e scuri, che cadevano obliqui alla luce del lampione. Era tempo per lui di partire per il suo viaggio verso ovest."Il più bel racconto del Novecento secondo Romano Bilenchi, rivivein questa nuova traduzione di Maria Baiocchi e Anna Tagliavini.

I morti

Ce curieux et émouvant petit ouvrage a été écrit par Joyce à Trieste, alors qu'il allait commencer Ulysse et venait de terminer Portrait de l'artiste adolescent. Le héros porte le nom de Joyce et raconte l'histoire de ses amours avec l'une de ses étudiantes d'anglais, une jeune patricienne juive, très belle, qu'il aperçoit de loin à l'opéra. L'idylle se développe dans une écriture soignée, précieuse, à travers des petits tableaux, des réflexions, pour se terminer en pleine hallucination.

Gens de Dublin

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