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freeztrip 's review for:
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
by James Joyce
Well, I did it. If I do it again, which I never will, I wouldn’t stop to read every bloody note. Nope, just wouldn’t do it. My reading pace slowed down to the speed of molasses and then I just got so impatient that I threw the carton of molasses at the wall. And then, with heavy-head, picked up the carton of molasses from the ground, and tried, yet again, (for the millionth time!) to read at the speed of molasses. Wow, what does it say about me that I’m enjoying writing the review of a book more than reading the book itself? And I love the phrase “speed of molasses”. I think Joyce would too. Maybe.
Ok, I mean, I do remember flashes of brilliance. Joyce is obviously a genius. I love his descriptions of. Nature and his dialogue when it focuses on the cosmic but the other dialogue I think would have been lovely to have been heard read out loud, with Irish speakers, of course. And the hellfire and brimstone sermon chapter was ambitious. Stephan clearly goes through quite a journey and I think the most interesting part of the book was to see this boy’s beliefs change, from life stage to life stage. Which is, I guess, what happens as you age and change. And that is true and relatable to me. It makes me think about tracking my own journey of beliefs, how they’ve expanded and contracted as Ive aged. Ok, Joyce, you got me. That, perhaps, was worth the read.
Ok, I mean, I do remember flashes of brilliance. Joyce is obviously a genius. I love his descriptions of. Nature and his dialogue when it focuses on the cosmic but the other dialogue I think would have been lovely to have been heard read out loud, with Irish speakers, of course. And the hellfire and brimstone sermon chapter was ambitious. Stephan clearly goes through quite a journey and I think the most interesting part of the book was to see this boy’s beliefs change, from life stage to life stage. Which is, I guess, what happens as you age and change. And that is true and relatable to me. It makes me think about tracking my own journey of beliefs, how they’ve expanded and contracted as Ive aged. Ok, Joyce, you got me. That, perhaps, was worth the read.