Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Monday, 22 May 2017, Pages 384-385

Stopped at "... like a foremasters in the rolls, ..." (385.35)

Was this chapter not supposed to be about King Mark, Tristan and Isolde? Well, we did catch a whiff of their story. And we got confused, bewildered, puzzled, perplexed, muddled with how it all moved from "...  here now we are the four of us, ... there they were, ... all the four, ... when he was kidding and cuddling, .... onliest one of her choice, ... they all four remembored who made the world, .... " and so on.

In such a state of confusion, it is heartening to read what Anthony Burgess had to say about FW:
" Finnegans Wake is as close to a work of nature as any artist ever got - massive, baffling, serving nothing but itself, suggesting a meaning but never quite yielding anything but a fraction of it, and yet (like a tree) desperately simple. Poems are made by fools like Blake, but only Joyce can make a Wake."
(Here Comes Everybody by Anthony Burgess, Hamlyn Paperback, 1965, p.185)

If you want to know more of what Burgess wrote about Finnegans Wake, his essay, Finnegans Wake, What it's all about,  is a real pleasure to read and is an eye-opener about Joyce's work!

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