Portrait of the Snail
ONCE upon a time and a very good time it was there was a girl who went on a family trip for 4 weeks... Since the highlights of my trip have already been listed here , I think my after-vacation highlights will be on the books I managed to finish during. For now anyway. I might mention the trip later on. Italy is amazing. A family trip isn't.
I finally finished reading Portrait of the Artist by James Joyce. I'd read his Ulysses in a hurry for a course in Irish literature and my boring Irish teacher turned it into a wearisome book. Either that or I was too cramped with all that I had to read that a big book of beautiful verse caused me nothing but stress in trying to decipher its many allegories. Portrait is less elusive and more coherent. It reads like a dream, naturally, in a very Joycean manner, even when it's not a dream that Stephen is recalling, and those are many. It's one of those books that I would be willing to read again (as I would Ulysses...sigh...when I can actually find the time)
The German Snail is symbolic of how slow the 4 weeks passed, though how beautiful. I suck at symbolism, which explains why I struggled with Ulysses. J
3 comments:
And I thought the snail was an allusion to a fellow bloggerina ;)
والله شوشو آنا بعد.. قلت اختي بتكتب فيني شي واخترعت
الله ستر
Hanan,
Did we really lose Mr. Verona's picture? :(
shosho, yes well, the snail was with me on this trip.
shurouq, not only have we lost blue-shirt verona dude's picture, we never even took one of my zabbbal.
saad, thank you and welcome to my blog.
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