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Concerning James Joyce'S "Ulysses" by Arnold Bennett: Electronic Reproduction Prohibited
Concerning James Joyce'S "Ulysses" by Arnold Bennett: Electronic Reproduction Prohibited
Concerning James Joyce'S "Ulysses" by Arnold Bennett: Electronic Reproduction Prohibited
By Arnold Bennett
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knows more about Walter Savage that the author takes more than seven
Landor and Samuel Butler than any- hundred big pages to describe the
body else on earth. He and Leon Paul passage of less than twenty hours.
Fargue are the only persons on earth But I see nothing very wonderful in
who understand the verse of St. Leger this. Given sufficient time, paper,
Leger. He once amazed and delighted childish caprice, and obstinacy, one
me by stating, quite on his own, that might easily write over seven thousand
the most accomplished of all the pages about twenty hours of life. A
younger British poets was Edith Sit- young French author once dreamed
well : a true saying, though I said it of a prose epic in many volumes, of
before him. And here was Valery which the first one was to be entirely
Larbaud producing a long article on devoted to the hero's journey in a
James Joyce, and "La Nouvelle Revue cab from his home to the railway
Frangaise" giving it the place of honor! terminus. And why not? Certainly
At this point, if I were A. B. Walkley a book to a day need not be excessive.
I should interject that that m'avait But it all depends on the day chosen.
donne furieusement a penser, and if I There is no clear proof that James
were Clive Bell, that that had made Joyce chose for his theme any par-
me exclaim (in French), "Mon DieuJ" ticular day. He is evidently of a sar-
What I did say was, "The deuce!" donic temper, and I expect that he
Valery Larbaud's article was, ac- found malicious pleasure in picking
cording to his wont, exhaustive. It up the first common day that came to
contains a comprehensive account of hand. It happened to be nearly the
James Joyce from the creation to dailiest day possible. (If he had
the present day, and in particular a thought of it he would have chosen a
full analysis and final estimate of day on which the hero was confined to
"Ulysses". And the conclusion of it his bed with a colique seche.) The
is that "Ulysses" is a masterpiece, uninstructed reader can perceive no
considered, shapely, and thoroughly form, no artistic plan, no "organiza-
achieved. I was left with no alterna- tion" (Henry James's excellent word)
tive but to read the thing. I saw the in the chosen day.
book at the house of a friend and I But the uninstructed reader is blind.
said: "You have just got to lend me According to Valery Larbaud the day
this." She lent it to me. It looks like was very elaborately planned and or-
a quarto, but it is an octavo: over two ganized. James Joyce loved the
inches thick; 730 pages, each of a "Odyssey" in his youth, and the spirit
superficies of seventy square inches; of Homer presided over the shaping
over half a million words; and so pre- of the present work, which is alleged
cariously broche that when you begin to be full of Homeric parallels. It
to read it in bed it at once disinte- may be so. Obviously Valery Larbaud
grates into leaves, largely sibylline. has discussed the work at length with
However, I read it. Perhaps some the author. I should suspect the
pages here and there I only inspected, author of pulling Valery Larbaud's
but roughly speaking I did read it. leg, were it not that Larbaud has seen
And as I finished it I had the sensation with his own eyes the author's drafts.
of a general who has just put down an They consist of notes of phrases meant
insurrection. to remind the author of complete
Much has been made of the fact phrases; the notes are crossed out by
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pencil marks of different colors; and quotations may give a misleading and
the color indicates the particular epi- unfair impression of a work, or even
sode into which the phrase has been of a chapter in a work; but I must
inserted. This method of composing risk the following extract, which I
a novel recalls Walter Pater's cele- have conscientiously chosen as repre-
brated mosaics of bits of paper each sentative :
holding a preciosity. It is weird, but
it does demonstrate that the author Making for the museum gate with long
windy strides he lifted his eyes. Hand-
labored on an organized plan. some building. Sir Thomas Deane designed.
I therefore concede him a plan, suc- Not following me?
cessful or unsuccessful. And in doing Didn 't see me perhaps. Light in his eyes.
The flutter of his breath came forth in
so I must animadvert upon his dam- short sighs. Quick. Cold statues: quiet
nable lack of manners. For he gives there. Safe in a minute.
absolutely no help to the reader. He No, he didn't see me. After two. J u s t
at the gate.
behaves like a salesman in an old- My heart!
fashioned well established small West His eyes beating looked steadfastly a t
End shop, whose demeanor seems to cream curves of stone. Sir Thomas Deano
was the Greek architecture.
say to you as you enter: "What! Looking for something I .
Here's another of 'em. I'll soon put
him off. Now what in hell do ijou Scores and hundreds of pages are
want, sir?" Nothing is easier than filled with this kind of composition.
for an author to help his reader; to Of course the author is trying to re-
do so involves no sacrifice of principle, produce the thoughts of the person-
nor can it impair the value of the age, and his verbal method can be
book. A writer writes not merely justified — does indeed richly justify
because he is interested, but also itself here and there in the story. But
because he desires to interest. A upon the whole, though the reproduc-
sound book ought to be a fair com- tion is successful, the things repro-
promise between author and reader. duced appear too often to be trivial
James Joyce, however, does not view and perfectly futile in the narrative.
the matter thus. He apparently thinks I would not accuse him of what is
there is something truly artistic and absurdly called "photographic real-
high minded in playing the lout to the ism". But I would say that much of
innocent and defenseless reader. As the book is more like an official short-
a fact, there isn't. In playing the hand writer's "note" than a novel. In
lout there is something low minded some of his moods the author is re-
and inartistic. "Ulysses" would have solved at any price not to select, not
been a better book and a much better to make even the shortest leap from
appreciated book, if the author had one point of interest to another. He
extended to his public the common has taken oath with himself to put it
courtesies of literature. After all, to all down and be hanged to it. He
comprehend "Ulysses" is not among would scorn the selective skill in such
the recognized learned professions, a masterpiece of narrative technique
and nobody should give his entire as "Esther Waters" (whose brilliance
existence to the job. only experts can fully appreciate). He
A more serious objection to the would probably defend himself and
novel is its pervading diificult dulness. find disciples to defend him. But
There is always a danger that short unless the experience of creative
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artists since the recorded beginning richest stuff, handled with a virtuosity
of art is quite worthless, James Joyce to match the quality of the material.
is quite wrong headed. Anyhow, with The latter (forty difficult pages, some
his wilfulness, he has made novel twenty-five thousand words without
reading into a fair imitation of penal any punctuation at all) might in its
servitude. It is not as if his rendering utterly convincing realism be an actual
of life was exhaustive, or had the document, the magical record of in-
slightest pretension to be exhaustive. most thoughts thought by a woman
The rendering is extremely and osten- that existed. Talk about understand-
tatiously partial. The author seems ing "feminine psychology" . . . . I
to have no geographical sense, little have never read anything to surpass
sense of environment, no sense of the it, and I doubt if I have ever read any-
general kindness of human nature, and thing to equal it. My blame may have
not much poetical sense. Worse than seemed extravagant, and my praise
all, he has positively no sense of per- may seem extravagant; but that is
spective. But my criticism of the how I feel about James Joyce.
artist in him goes deeper. His vision It would be unfair to the public not
of the world and its inhabitants is to refer to the indecency of "Ulysses".
mean, hostile, and uncharitable. He The book is not pornographic, and can
has a colossal "down" on humanity. produce on nobody the effects of a
Now Christ in his all-embracing char- pornographic book. But it is more in-
ity' might have written, a supreme decent, obscene, scatological, and licen-
novel. Beelzebub could not. tious than the majority of professedly
Withal, James Joyce is a very aston- pornographical books. James Joyce
ishing phenomenon in letters. He is sticks at nothing, literally. He for-
sometimes dazzlingly original. If he bids himself no word. He says every-
does not see life whole he sees it thing— everything. The code is
piercingly. , His ingenuity is marvel- smashed to bits. Many persona could
ous. He has wit. He has a prodigious ilUt V,UHl-illl*0 'Ulysses"; they
humor. He is afraid of naught. And would be obliged, by mere shock, to
had heaven in its wisdom thought fit drop it. It is published in France, but
not to deprive him of that basic not in French, and I imagine that if it
sagacity and that moral self-dominion had been published in French there
which alone enable an artist to as- would have been trouble about it even
semble and control and fully utilize in Paris.' It must cause reflection in
his powers, he would have stood a the minds of all those of us who have
chance of being one of the greatest hitherto held and preached that honest
novelists that ever lived. works of art ought to be exempt from
The best portions of the novel (un- police interference. Is the staggering
fortunately they constitute only a indecency justified by results ob-
fraction of the whole) are' immortal. tained? The great majority of
I single out the long orgiastic scene, Britons would say that nothing could
and the long unspoken monologue of justify it. For myself I think that in
Mrs. Bloom which closes the book. the main it is not justified by results
The former will easily bear comparison obtained; but I must plainly add, at
with Rabelais at his fantastical finest; the risk of opprobrium, that in the
it leaves Petronius out of sight. It finest passages it is in my opinion
has plenary inspiration. It is the justified.
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