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Finnegans of All Sorts

 
 
This Sunday
04:24 / 28.11.05
Dipping into the midst of the fine thing that this 'Finnegans Wake' yet, again, a thought popped into the back of my head about Issy/Isolde being the missing third brother, or absorbing and utilizing his aspect, anyway. She seems to fit nicely, not only with the inverted-T sigla, but her metatextual awareness, rampant and ridiculous flitting from thought to thought, plot to plot, reflexive and non sequitor as amuses....
And, then, I started to wonder if there was a copy of the illuminations Joyce's daughter did for the '... As She is Syung' deal, which is primarily an excerpt of an Issy commentary bit, online anywhere. Anyone know? Google has not been of assistance, but then, it often isn't. I'm actually not entirely sure the work is out of copyright, yet, excerpt or whole, so maybe it's not legally anywheres for that reason.
My third thought, was "Wow! There's no Finnegans Wake thread on barbelith!" I dunno, I just expected one would be here. Or is my searching technique simply failing, once more?
 
 
matthew.
13:59 / 28.11.05
I'm taking a course on James Joyce right now. We're in the middle of Ulysses. So give me three months, and we'll be looking at Finnegan's Wake. I tried to read it, but I got so lost on the first page that I immediately gave up until I had some help. So I will be lurking on this thread until I've read the book.
 
 
Loomis
14:24 / 28.11.05
No, I don't think it's been discussed on Barbelith before. I've read it, or should I say, struggled through it. Of course it's very clever and I can see what he was doing, but it's the kind of work that can only truly be enjoyed by the creator. It's just too obscure for most readers. I had read the Richard Ellmann biography beforehand, so that helped to give me some background for the process behind it, but as a reader I just couldn't enjoy it.

No doubt it gets better on the second read when you're more familiar with it but I don't see myself devoting the time to that I'm afraid.
 
 
This Sunday
14:58 / 28.11.05
I've only read it straight through twice, and one of those times was a direct flight from Detroit to Amman, Jordan, during which I had very little else to occupy time other than a little girl in the next seat who kept pouncing her stuffed cat at me.
I don't think that's the proper way to go about it, though. I leave it lying around and just sort of dip in and out as time and tendency make reasonable. Synchronicities and spontaneous connections work quite well, really, and as vignettes there's some witty, emotional, and sometime absolutely lovely bits in Finnegans that I don't think I've seen quite as blatantly and romantically done in text, before. And puns, allusions, and wordplay. Frankly, I could be satisfied just with the puns. And the "Dude your book sucks!" on the streetcorner, followed by all manner of "Wait 'til you get a load of what's coming, ya bastards!" in the lefhanded uneven penman bit.
Immersive tactics, I think. Dive in, slide out, towel off but never quite get all the water out of your ears.
Just because the pattern is sequential and chronologic, doesn't mean the experience is, or should be.
And, in the words of Tom Leher, dirty books are fun. There's an awful lot of bawdy and hungry sex and body talk in Finnegans, just as there should be, informing all things as it does in all life. Ours, anyway, or at least, mine.
 
 
Digital Hermes
01:17 / 29.11.05
I really enjoy the Wake as well, I just this evening compared to freeform jazz, for a friend of mine who's more music then books. It feels like Joyce is just pouring it all out there, but not as literary diareha, rather he's riding his own dreamtime aesthetic.

He comes in on a few themes, a few times, but never for long. That, or it's glossolalia, the every-language of God, just pouring out of someone who found a way to channel it.

Sorry, this is more gushing then actaul discussion. I'll try to come up with something better.
 
 
Gendudehashadenough
03:40 / 09.12.05
Finnegans Wake is certainly not Ulysses, though there is some overlap, that is, from what I've read of the former. Listening to the book being read might allow for another vantage point, especially since Joyce slowly went blind towards the end of his life, which is definately reflected in his word-play which really equates to sound-play.

A selection of audiobooks can be found

here.
Enjoy the book!
 
 
Phex: Dorset Doom
04:45 / 18.12.05
A question for those board members who have read Finnegan': I was recently reading through Philip K. Dick's The Divine Invasion, and early on in the book the protagonist gets into a conversation about Finnegan's Wake where he says that there are references in FW to 'talktapes' (audio cassettes) and a scene in which a family watches television- all in a book published in 1939. Now, The Divine Invasion was published in Dick's 'funny' period, post his VALIS contact/mental breakdown and it could all be some elaborate joke I'm not getting, but can anybody tell me whether this is true?
 
 
This Sunday
01:49 / 19.12.05
Both are there. Actually, the talktapes bit is "loosen your talktapes" but I have no idea what the context was or why that sticks out in my memory. The television thing comes up more than once, and is, at one point, actually family members watching time on TV, history and future.
There's loads of that sort of thing (the interactive museum that we never really leave, for instance) in Wake. Which, is either a case of loading the book with as complicated a mix as possible... or, scient Joyce was prescient, too.

What amuses me, rereading Nabokov's 'Ada, or Ardor' recently, is how Nabokov could continually belittle 'Finnegans Wake' all "rooming house of little, bitter tenants" and such... and yet, derive so much, allude so often, to that "friend of the insomniac, sitting in the other room."

And I still want to see the illustrations for the Issy chapbook.
 
 
Phex: Dorset Doom
02:58 / 19.12.05
Wow DD, that's pretty...wow. Although I'm a bit skeptical: considering the absolutely massive ammount of critical attention 'Wake has recieved, how is it that nobody has dealt with this. It seems to me that either a) modern readers are interpreting confusing passages according to their own experiences, and in twenty years time we'll probably be saying that Finnegan died falling off his hoverboard or b) Joyce was , to borrow a phrase from PKD, a precog.
I know I'll have to read the book, it's on my lifetime 'to-do' list.
 
 
This Sunday
03:24 / 19.12.05
'Finnegans Wake' is a book, so far as I can tell, that suffers immensely from critical, academic, analyses. There's lots of binary is/isn't thinking, and desire to apply only one or three readings to any word or passage, whereas the book encourages a much more amorphous arrival at information. For example, many critical studies of the opening bits of the book completely excuse the sexual aspects in favor of (a) the biblical and/or (b) the geographical. To be fair, a and b are present, but so's c, being the sex stuff, which is duly brushed aside. Or, my curiosity-rousing notion that Issy is not only daughter and sister but the third, middle, peacemaking and aware, brother, whom Joyce planned out in his notes and then excised, supposedly, from the finished book. And, my fave obfuscation, is the Mammon Lujius analysis done by Jung, which breaks it down by the four apostles, Matt, Mark, Luke, and John-boy... but ignores the very blatant, er, Mammon part.
And nobody, apparently, likes to deal with the fact that time and space are both immensely and ephemerally elastic and utterly rigid, plastic, and likely to shatter under pressure. People just walk back down the years to some previous date, continually. Discontinuities appear, from character perspectives, as the same things are done more than once, from one end as a repetition and the other perspective as is for the first. See the piratey queeny gal showing up every so, asking for a cuppa and stealing either a kid, or when all the kids is gone, a serviceable doll/mannikin that is in fact, a kid, too, and again, possibly, Issy/third-summers-brother.
Joyce - as lefthanded penman - writes himself into the story, retroactively writing himself out of the story, in a manner that prefigures fictionsuits entirely (complete with someone - as in real life, apparently - brushing past Joyce on a busy street, in a foreign city, and whispering in Latin that his latest book is execrable). Violent contact with strangely knowing entities.
Plus: supersonic airplanes, PCs, etic and emic realities via individual perspective, spaceships, and more.
 
 
Digital Hermes
16:14 / 20.12.05
The name for the smallest element of matter, the quark, comes from the Wake.

I have to re-train myself to read this book. I'll often re-read the same page again and again until I've gotten into the rhythym, until my psychic ear is more closely listening to Joyce's language of the gods.

I have to admit I can't pick up on the supposed multiple plots that others describe in the book, though I'm sure they're in there. I end up finding the book as a series of thematically linked vingettes, with recurring characters, but not any sense of a follow-through narrative. Anyone else have the same experience?
 
  
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