JOYCEAN PICS 1993-1994
Paris
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  Theatre de l'Odeon
  (Original) Shakespeare & Company
  (New) Shakespeare & Company
  Notre-Dame de Paris
  Arc de Triomphe
  Tour Eiffel
  La Seine
CONTENTS 1993-1994
   1  Paris and Joyce

Paris

  James Joyce spent as much as 1/3 of his whole life in Paris.  His first stay was between 1902 to 1903, but he had to return to Dublin to see his mother in a critical condition.  In 1904 Joyce and his future wife Nora Barnacle left Dublin for Paris, Zurich and Trieste to find a teaching position at a language school in vain, but at last he found one at the Berlitz School in Pola.  After several months Joyce and Nora moved to Trieste where they stayed for more than ten years in total.
  On June 23, 1920, the Joyce family arrived in Paris with the great help of Ezra Pound who introduced Joyce to numerous people including Sylvia Beach, who ran a small but very important bookshop "Shakespeare and Company" and offered to publish Ulysses.  After the publication of Ulysses in 1922, Joyce began to compose fragements of what was then called "Work in Progress" which was later published as Finnegans Wake in 1939.  The Joyces lived in Paris until early December 1940 when they decided to take refuge in Zurich again.  As Richard Ellmann noted, Paris was Dublin's antithesis (James Joyce, (rev.1982), p.111).

  



 
  There are numerous descriptions about Paris in Joyce's works, because this city is very special for him:


Ignatius Gallaher laughed.
`The Isle of Man!' he said.  `Go to London or Paris: Paris, for choice.  That'd do you good.'
`Have you seen Paris?'
`I should think I have!  I've knocked about there a little.'
`And is it really so beautiful as they say?' asked Little Chandler.
He sipped a little of his drink while Ignatius Gallaher finished his boldly.
`Beautiful?' said Ignatius Gallaher, pausing on the word and on the flavour of his drink.  `It's not so beautiful, you know.  Of course it is beautiful... But it's the life of Paris; that's the thing.  Ah, there's no city like Paris for gaiety, movement, excitement... '
Little Chandler finished his whisky and, after some trouble, succeeded in catching the barman's eye.  He ordered the same again.
`I've been to the Moulin Rouge,' Ignatius Gallaher continued when the barman had removed their glasses, `and I've been to all the Bohemian cafés.  Hot stuff! Not for a pious chap like you, Tommy.'
Little Chandler said nothing until the barman returned with two glasses: then he touched his friend's glass lightly and reciprocated the former toast.  He was beginning to feel somewhat disillusioned.  Gallaher's accent and way of expressing himself did not please him.  There was something vulgar in his friend which lie had not observed before.  But perhaps it was only the result of living in London amid the bustle and competition of the Press.  The old personal charm was still there under this new gaudy manner.  And, after all, Gallaher had lived, he had seen the world.  Little Chandler looked at his friend enviously.
`Everything in Paris is gay,' said Ignatius Gallaher.  `They believe in enjoying life - and don't you think they're right?  If you want to enjoy yourself properly you must go to Paris.  And, mind you, they've a great feeling for the Irish there.  When they heard I was from Ireland they were ready to eat me, man.'
Little Chandler took four or five sips from his glass.
`Tell me,' he said, `is it true that Paris is so... immoral as they say?'
Ignatius Gallaher made a catholic gesture with his right arm.
`Every place is immoral,' he said.  `Of course you do find spicy bits in Paris.  Go to one of the students' balls, for instance.  That's lively, if you like, when the cocottes begin to let themselves loose.  You know what they are, I suppose?'
`I've heard of them,' said Little Chandler.
Ignatius Gallaher drank off his whisky and shook his head.
`Ah,' he said, `you may say what you like.  There's no woman like the Parisienne - for style, for go.'
`Then it is an immoral city,' said Little Chandler, with timid insistence -- `I mean, compared with London or Dublin?' ("A Little Cloud," 191-241; Dubliners, Gabler & Hettche 1991)


  By all this society liberty was held to be the chief desirable; the members of it were fierce democrats.  The liberty they desired for themselves was mainly a liberty of costume and vocabulary: and Stephen could hardly understand how such a poor scarecrow of liberty could bring [to their] serious human beings to their knees in worship.  As in the Daniels' household he had seen people playing at being important so here he saw people playing at being free.  He saw that many political absurdities arose from the lack of a just sense of comparison in public men.  The orators of this patriotic party were not ashamed to cite the precedents of Switzerland and France.  The intelligent centres of the movement were so scantily supplied that the analogies they gave out as exact and potent were really analogies built haphazard upon very inexact knowledge.  The cry of a solitary Frenchman (A bas l'Angleterre! ) at a Celtic re-union in Paris would be made by these enthusiasts the subject of a leading article in which would be shown the imminence of aid for Ireland from the French Government.  A glowing example was to be found for Ireland in the case of Hungary, an example, as these patriots imagined, of a long-suffering minority, entitled by every right of race and justice to a separate freedom, finally emancipating itself.  In emulation of that achievement bodies of young Gaels conflicted murderously in the Phoenix Park with whacking hurley-sticks, thrice armed in their just quarrel since their revolution had been blessed for them by the Anointed, and the same bodies were set aflame with indignation [at] by the unwelcome presence of any young sceptic who was aware of the capable aggressions of the Magyars upon the Latin and Slav and Teutonic populations, greater than themselves in number, which are politically allied to them, and of the potency of a single regiment of infantry to hold in check a town of twenty thousand inhabitants. (Stephen Hero XVII, pp.61-62)

--Are you thinking of leaving?
--Next year -- perhaps this year -- I go to Paris for my theology. (Stephen Hero XVIII, p.72)


-- You are all familiar with the story of the life of saint Francis Xavier, I suppose, the patron of your college.  He came of an old and illustrious Spanish family and you remember that he was one of the first followers of saint Ignatius.  They met in Paris where Francis Xavier was professor of philosophy at the university.  This young and brilliant nobleman and man of letters entered heart and soul into the ideas of our glorious founder and you know that he, at his own desire, was sent by saint Ignatius to preach to the Indians.  He is called, as you know, the apostle of the Indies.  He went from country to country in the east, from Africa to India, from India to Japan, baptizing the people.  He is said to have baptized as many as ten thousand idolaters in one month.  It is said that his right arm had grown powerless from having been raised so often over the heads of those whom he baptized.  He wished then to go to China to win still more souls for God but he died of fever on the island of Sancian.  A great saint, saint Francis Xavier!  A great soldier of God! (A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Gabler & Hettche 1993, III, pp.101-2)


03.164.  MacMahon.  Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris.  My father's a bird,

03.209.    Paris rawly waking, crude sunlight on her lemon streets.  Moist pith of
03.210.  farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court the air.
03.211.   Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife's lover's wife, the kerchiefed
03.212.  housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand.  In Rodot's Yvonne
03.213.  and Madeleine newmake their tumbled beauties, shattering with gold teeth
03.214.  chaussons of pastry, their mouths yellowed with the pus of flan breton.
03.215.  Faces of Paris men go by, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores. (Ulysses; cf. Giacomo Joyce)

03.249.  the fog.  Shattered glass and toppling masonry.  In gay Paree he hides, Egan
03.250.  of Paris, unsought by any save by me.  Making his day's stations, the dingy (Ulysses)

07.0599.  -- Paris, past and present, he said.  You look like communards. (Ulysses)

9.0149.  manners.  Elizabethan London lay as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris
9.0150.  lies from virgin Dublin.  Who is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to
9.0151.  the world that has forgotten him?  Who is King Hamlet? (Ulysses)

9.0268.  Paris: the wellpleased pleaser. (Ulysses)

9.0953.  Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger.  Paris and back.  Lapwing.  Icarus. (Ulysses)

12.1203.  --They're not European, says the citizen.  I was in Europe with Kevin Egan
12.1204.  of Paris.  You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in
12.1205.  Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance. (Ulysses)

15.4498.    (Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and
15.4499.    peep-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.) (Ulysses)

17.0011.  Of what did the duumvirate deliberate during their itinerary? (Ulysses)

17.0012.  Music, literature, Ireland, Dublin, Paris, friendship, woman, prostitution,
17.0013.  diet, the influence of gaslight or the light of arc and glowlamps on the
17.0014.  growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees, exposed corporation emergency
17.0015.  dustbuckets, the Roman catholic church, ecclesiastical celibacy, the Irish
17.0016.  nation, jesuit education, careers, the study of medicine, the past day, the
17.0017.  maleficent influence of the presabbath, Stephen's collapse. (Ulysses)


151.08.  obintentional (I must here correct all that school of neoitalian or
151.09.  paleoparisien schola of tinkers and spanglers who say I'm wrong
151.10.  parcequeue out of revolscian from romanitis I want to be) down- (Finnegans Wake)

307.58.    (*F3*)3 What sins is pim money sans Paris! (Finnegans Wake)

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(Original) Shakespeare & Company
  
  The original place of Shakespeare & Company, 12 rue de l'Odeon
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(Friday 24 July 1993) The original place of Shakespeare & Company, 12 rue de l'Odeon
  
  
  
(New) Shakespeare & Company
  
  (New) Shakespeare & Company, Paris, founded by Sylvia Beach Whitman
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(Friday 24 July 1993) (New) Shakespeare & Company, Paris founded by Sylvia Beach Whitman
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(Friday 24 July 1993) (New) Shakespeare & Company, Paris founded by Sylvia Beach Whitman
  
  
  
  
  
  
Notre-Dame de Paris
  
  Notre-Dame de Paris
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(Thursday 23 July 1993) Notre-Dame de Paris & me
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(Saturday 24 July 1994) Notre-Dame de Paris
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(Saturday 24 July 1994) Notre-Dame de Paris
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(Saturday 24 July 1994) Notre-Dame de Paris
  
  
  
Arc de Triomphe
  
  Arc de Triomphe
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(Friday 24 July 1993) Arc de Triomphe
  
  
  
Tour Eiffel
  
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(Friday 24 July 1993) Tour Eiffel & me
  
  
  
La Seine
  
  La Seine
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(Friday 24 July 1993) La Seine


 



 



        


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