Wednesday, August 10, 2005

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 Posted by Picasa

4 comments:

shosho said...

And I thought the snail was an allusion to a fellow bloggerina ;)

Shurouq said...

والله شوشو آنا بعد.. قلت اختي بتكتب فيني شي واخترعت

الله ستر

Hanan,
Did we really lose Mr. Verona's picture? :(

Saad said...

Interesting blog

Hanan said...

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.