/lit/ - Literature

> You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

Cool. You start.

>>3235709
Boned his daughter and wrote gibberish.
>You now realize Joyce discussion belongs in >>>/b/ or >>>/pol/

>>3235720

The thing is that despite the content of those letters being nothing but filth you can clearly see how incredible his control of language is. His descriptions can hop from humourous to raunchy to beautiful despite their subject matter.

If anything, I think his fart letters prove why he is such a talented writer.

>>3235725
When did Joyce bone his daughter?

>>3235720
woah....
I knew he liked fucking farts out of arses, but I didn't know he fixed this far on it.

>>3235738
I don't like Joyce but the fart things seem like his best writing.

>>3235750
I enjoy them, but pretty much all of his other work is better

>>3235752

i agreed and especially like early joyce because he reminds me of tao lin. not so much in style but like in presence or something. both geniuses in their own way.

>>3235739
Whilst writing Finnegans Wake.

>>3235786
True. And who knows? Maybe Tao Lin will grow to become the great author of the beginning of the 21st century, as Joyce did for the 20th.

Has anybody actually read Finnegans Wake cover to cover? Be honest.

>>3235808
There are people who have.

>>3235808
"It's some form of elvish, I can't read it"

"There are few who can."

>>3235808

I've read the opening and ending paragraphs.

Dubliners is the only thing I've read by him. I really think it's one of the best short story collections in the way all the stories come together to profile the city

>>3235709
ok, here we have 2nd evolution

we need a third <s>Pokemon</s>

I loke the loop Araby throws you for at the end. It captures a lot of the anger I feel around Christmas time, what with all the gifting and people pleasing. I still dig the holiday season though.

Did Joyce actually need an eyepatch, or did he wear it to be more /mu/?

>>3235720
>mfw, after some research, this proves to be legit

>>3236281
He had several operations on that eye. Can't recall why.

>>3236281

He saw the world too clearly. It was too much for one man to bear.

His best works were his letters.

My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside.

>>3236293 continued

You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night.

I think Joyce looks like such a badass in this pic. How is it he really looks like...

>>3236308
That's because Joyce was a motherfucking badass.

>>3236308
forgot fucking pic. He looks like a badass here, but...

>>3236326
like such a dweeb here, and in most other pics.

>>3236286
i guess that's why his writing..... has no depth.

>>3236337

>hasn't read Ulysses

>>3236377

Why are you even here?

He's the fart guy, right?

Ulysses was pretty great when it wasn't being terrible. Episodes like Proteus and Oxen of the Sun are annoying and do little more than to impress the reader with Joyce's "skill."

The Penelope episode (the last one) is overrated as shit. It's just Joyce writing about his wife. Literally, everything she says she contradicts later. Wow! So deep! It's ridiculous garbage.

But at its best (Wandering Rocks, Circe, Ithaca) Ulysses is damn good.

Finnegans Wake is actually a piece of shit. What's more puzzling than the book itself is why Joyce would dedicate 16 years of his life to writing it. It's the most obscure and complicated style given to the most basic and simple of thoughts.

Dublines is pretty good but Chekhov does it better. The Dead is a flawless short story. Portrait of the Artist is good enough.

>>3236289
>>3236289
You must be new

>>3235725
>all that jelly

>>3237542
>Finnegans Wake is actually a piece of shit. What's more puzzling than the book itself is why Joyce would dedicate 16 years of his life to writing it. It's the most obscure and complicated style given to the most basic and simple of thoughts.
It's thought that he had asperger's syndrome. If so, it was something like building a cathedral for him.

james joyce is a hack

>>3237542
>The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnu
k!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes: and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since devlinsfirst loved livvy.
>not god tier

>>3237542
I agree with you about Ulysses and Finnegans Wake, but I'd give higher plaudits to Dubliners and A Portrait. I think they're two of the most penetrating novels I've ever read.

>tfw you read Finnegans Wake
>tfw you come across
>"Television kills telephony in Brothers’ broil"
>"Our eyes demand their turn."
>"the inception and the descent and the endswell of Man is temporarily wrapped in ob-scenity, looking through at these accidents with the faroscope of television, (this nightlife instrument needs still some subtrac-tional betterment in the readjustment of the more refrangible angles to the squeals of his hypothesis on the outer tin sides), I can easily believe heartily in my own most spacious immensity as my ownhouse and microbemost cosm when I am reassured by ratio that the cube of my volumes is to the surfaces of their sub-jects as the sphericity of these globes (I am very pressing for a parliamentary motion this term which, under my guidance, would establish the deleteriousness of decorousness in the morbidis-ation of the modern mandaboutwoman type) is to the fera — city of Fairynelly’s vacuum.

>tfw you realize Joyce predicted that television would kill radio. "television kills telephony
>tfw Joyce knew TV would become addicting "Our eyes demand their turn."
>tfw you realize Joyce predicted we would watch tv alone at night, some times while sleeping "nightlife instrument"
>tfw this was in 1939, or earlier when he was writing the specific scene (Earwicker and family in the bar, kids doing homework, no one can sleep, television is on)
>tfw plebs cannot into Finnegans Wake

>>3237643
>tfw flooding your idea of Joyce with false prophecies

All that shit was known.

>>3237643
that's actually some really lovely sounding prose

I'm currently reading "A Portrait" and doing so completely aloud, and there are times where the writing is so wonderful it captivates me. There is a description of a mathematical calculation that I've gone over several times.
I had suspected him work to be overrated, but what I've read I've enjoyed.
Plus, "Deal with him, Hemingway."