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When I didn't join this board I didn't even know that this book existed. But if IQfy has taught me one thing, its the name of a book that I'll never waste time with in my life
And it’s name is the bible
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yeah finnegans is fking great
yep i'm now going to read it, this is incredible. thanks op
Why is this beautiful
jimmy didn't spend 17 years writing the book for nothin
is it true that the whole book is just a meme to shit on pseudo-intellectuals?
No, Joyce spent nearly two decades writing it and destroyed many of his professional and personal relationships because of that book. He continued to constantly add things and revise throughout all 17 years and even made corrections to it after it was published. He's been on record saying that his life was not the same ever since he started writing Finnegans Wake. Dude pored his soul into that book.
>'I haven't lived a normal life since 1922, when I began 'Work in Progress'. It demands an enormous amount of concentration. I want to describe the night itself. Ulysses is related to this book as day is to night. Otherwise there is no connection between the two books. Ulysses did not require the same amount of concentration. Since 1922 my book has become more real to me than reality, and everything has led to it; all other things have been insurmountable difficulties, even the smallest realities such as, for instance, having to shave in the morning.'
It’s insane to me that he wrote fricking Ulysses, took a year break, and then got back to work immediately on a book this demanding. Joyce was something else, regardless of what you think of his writing.
I haven't read FW but heard that a central unifying theme is what Joyce is trying to say about language. Is that true?
It’d be more apt to say that the language and the saying itself is a unifying theme. It’s an abundance of language and tongues to write a history of the world through the totality of the world. Language becomes a way that the world is made and remade. That’s why there are so many languages compounded and why there are so many portmanteaus. The Wake is trying to arrive at a new language in the way that Dante popularized his specific regional Tuscan, except it is a language of vastly larger scope
Thank you. This confirms somewhat what I've understood from following other conversations. The topic is of great interest to me but this book is way down the list of works I've lined up around this subject. I think I will understand the book when I get to it but it's early to say
I do not really think FW has a 'central unifying theme'. The book is really about everything, it covers a wide range of themes of sin, guilt, redemption, history, sex, family, love, religion, etc. FW is Joyce going a step further from Ulysses but instead of encapsulating all of human experience in a single day he is attempting to encapsulate the entire of human history through a collective dream subconscious.
Joyce says it like this:
>'One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutandry grammar and goahead plot.'
>The book is really about everything
Writing included.
>is it true that the whole book is just a meme to shit on pseudo-intellectuals?
Unsure how valid it is but Frank Delaney said something like
'Ulysses will take academics 100 years to understand, FW will take 500 years'.
It's funny because there are some that will argue that the book is tied to disarming the power of language. The ambiguity of meaning triggers those that try to control language and thought and lock it down. I wonder if that take has anything to do with the statement your quoting. The transcendence of language is fascinating to me, whether it's a modern version like memetics or ancient versions like hieroglyphics, initiation rites and various other strange lost things
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of the tipp' lin' way
With the love of the liquor, poor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
One mornin' Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy, which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Tim Mavourneen why did you die?"
"Arrah hold your gob" said Paddy McGee
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy, " says she "you're wrong I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
It was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revives, see how he rises
Timothy rising from the bed
Said "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thundering Jesus, do you think I'm dead?"
finnegans wake is such a terrible book.