By James Joyce
James Joyce's coming-of-age tale, a journey de strength of fashion and technique
The first, shortest, and such a lot approachable of James Joyce’s novels, A Portrait of the Artist as a tender Man portrays the Dublin upbringing of Stephen Dedalus, from his younger days at Clongowes wooden collage to his radical wondering of all conference. In doing so, it presents an indirect self-portrait of the younger Joyce himself. At its heart lie questions of beginning and resource, authority and authorship, and the connection of an artist to his family members, tradition, and race. Exuberantly artistic well-liked, the unconventional subtly and wonderfully orchestrates the styles of citation and repetition instrumental in its hero’s quest to create his personal personality, his personal language, lifestyles, and artwork: “to forge within the smithy of my soul the uncreated judgment of right and wrong of my race.”
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Have you a pain or what's up with you? —I don't know, Stephen said. —Sick in your breadbasket, Fleming said, because your face looks white. It will go away. —O yes, Stephen said. But he was not sick there. He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place. Fleming was very decent to ask him. He wanted to cry. He leaned his elbows on the table and shut and opened the flaps of his ears. Then he heard the noise of the refectory every time he opened the flaps of his ears. It made a roar like a train at night.
But you could not have a green rose. But perhaps somewhere in the world you could. The bell rang and then the classes began to file out of the rooms and along the corridors towards the refectory. He sat looking at the two prints of butter on his plate but could not eat the damp bread. The tablecloth was damp and limp. But he drank off the hot weak tea which the clumsy scullion, girt with a white apron, poured into his cup. He wondered whether the scullion's apron was damp too or whether all white things were cold and damp.
He looked at Stephen over the bedclothes as he spoke. Then he lay back on the pillow and said: —There is another way but I won't tell you what it is. Why did he not tell it? His father, who kept the racehorses, must be a magistrate too like Saurin's father and Nasty Roche's father. He thought of his own father, of how he sang songs while his mother played and of how he always gave him a shilling when he asked for sixpence and he felt sorry for him that he was not a magistrate like the other boys' fathers.