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estherdb 's review for:
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
by James Joyce
I honestly believe a lot of people say they adored this book or that they thought it was amazing, just to seem smart. Like: "Oh, look, I've read a James Joyce novel! I'm just going to say it was great so that people think I'm smart."
I'm not saying everybody is like that, just that a lot are.
Personally, (not to be pretentious,) I do consider myself to be a relatively intelligent person and a person used to tackling "difficult" and demanding pieces of literature, but this, seriously, I cannot say that I enjoyed it.
Yes, the concept is interesting (how the language and style evolves as the "young artist" gets older), but DUDE, this book is TEDIOUS as hell.
Little Dedalus changes his mind quite a lot (for instance from zealous Catholic - who looked all over Dublin to find a priest to take his confession... - to a non-believer that doesn't even want to go to one "Easter celebration" to please his mother. My thoughts on this specific part of the novel: "Oh please, just go and shut up about it! You were brave enough to go to prostitutes as a fervent Catholic, then now at least man up and go to church with your mother...")
If everybody talked - acted - thought like Dedalus (aka Joyce) the world would be blown to smithereens.
Never rereading this one. Nope.
I'm not saying everybody is like that, just that a lot are.
Personally, (not to be pretentious,) I do consider myself to be a relatively intelligent person and a person used to tackling "difficult" and demanding pieces of literature, but this, seriously, I cannot say that I enjoyed it.
Yes, the concept is interesting (how the language and style evolves as the "young artist" gets older), but DUDE, this book is TEDIOUS as hell.
Little Dedalus changes his mind quite a lot (for instance from zealous Catholic - who looked all over Dublin to find a priest to take his confession... - to a non-believer that doesn't even want to go to one "Easter celebration" to please his mother. My thoughts on this specific part of the novel: "Oh please, just go and shut up about it! You were brave enough to go to prostitutes as a fervent Catholic, then now at least man up and go to church with your mother...")
If everybody talked - acted - thought like Dedalus (aka Joyce) the world would be blown to smithereens.
Never rereading this one. Nope.