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A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man

Auhtor: James Joyce

Language: english
Published: 1916

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Review by M. Erb, November 2009


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man':

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is a semi-autobiographical novel by James Joyce first serialized in The Egoist from 1914 to 1915 and published in book form in 1916. It depicts the formative years in the life of Stephen Dedalus a fictional alter ego of Joyce and a pointed allusion to the consummate craftsman of Greek mythology Daedalus.A Portrait is a key example of the Knstlerroman (an artists bildungsroman) in English literature. Joyces novel traces the intellectual and religio-philosophical awakening of young Stephen Dedalus as he begins to question and rebel against the Catholic and Irish conventions he has been brought up in. He finally leaves for Paris to pursue his calling as an artist. The work pioneers some of Joyces modernist techniques that would later come to fruition in Ulysses and Finnegans Wake. The Modern Library ranked Portrait as the third greatest English-language novel of the twentieth century.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man':


... around, flushed and muddy, and he went among them, glad to go in. Rody Kickham held the ball by its greasy lace. A fellow asked him to give it one last: ...
... don't spy on us, sure you won't? Wells's face was there. He looked at it and saw that Wells was afraid. ???I didn't mean to. Sure you won't? His father ...
... a sound too but not like that. The fellows said it was made of whalebone and leather with lead inside: and he wondered what was the pain like. There were ...
... hand! The pandybat came down again in six loud quick smacks. ???Kneel down! cried the prefect of studies. Fleming knelt down, squeezing his hands under ...
... nostrils and the rank oils of the seawrack upon their hands and in their hair. Aubrey and Stephen had a common milkman and often they drove out in ...
... going in. The smile waned on Stephen's face. Any allusion made to his father by a fellow or by a master put his calm to rout in a moment. He waited ...
... wood of the desk stared upon him, mocking his bodily weakness and futile enthusiasms and making him loathe himself for his own mad and filthy orgies. ...
... long pink gown laid her hand on his arm to detain him and gazed into his face. She said gaily: ???Good night, Willie dear! Her room was warm and lightsome. ...
... into a gross grease, plunging ever deeper in its dull fear into a sombre threatening dusk while the body that was his stood, listless and dishonoured, ...
... folly and curse the evil companions who have brought them to such ruin and curse the devils who tempted them in life and now mock them in eternity and ...
... agony limitless in intensity, of torment infinitely varied, of torture that sustains eternally that which it eternally devours, of anguish that everlastingly ...
... it, too, had slipped beyond his grasp leaving his mind lucid and indifferent. This, it seemed, was the only love and that the only hate his soul would ...
... is marked off from his companions by his piety, by the good example he shows to others. He is looked up to by them he is chosen perhaps as prefect by ...
... was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools. A Portrait of the Artist as ...
... priest's voice, too, had a hard jingling tone. Stephen's mind halted by instinct, checked by the strange tone and the imagery and by the priest's face ...
... easy, easy! Temple struggled to free his arm but continued, his mouth flecked by a thin foam: ???Socialism was founded by an Irishman and the first ...
... saluted them and stopped. ???Did you hear the results of the exams? he asked. Griffin was plucked. Halpin and O'Flynn are through the home civil. Moonan ...
... upon her. Then first her soul had begun to live as his soul had when he had first sinned, and a tender compassion filled his heart as he remembered ...
... his armpit. He marched towards the group, striking the flags with the heels of his boots and with the ferrule of his heavy umbrella. Then, ...
... to philosophical introspection, and the prose can be winding and hard to follow. The novel includes little dialogue and almost no action most ...