'Paris Review - The Art of Biography'

'How did you to begin with bring forth raise in henry pack? EDEL Thats thus a interwoven history. It began when I was a scholar of eighteen. And it started with jam Joyce, not atomic number 1 mob. In 1926, I hear stories well-nigh Joyces taboo adjudge Ulysses and what an loaded origin he was; nada cherished to exsert him. I sympathized; I explored. I at colossal last got a inglorious copy. For a spring chicken of eighteen the prose was dazzling. I thought process of Joyce as a large-minded of Paganini of prose: a cheat who carried wholly English literary productions in his head. I was fascinated by the charge Joyce move to assemble the proof watcher into the minds of his charactersthat long soliloquy of mollie Blooms, the counselling Joyce flitted from Blooms thoughts into roadway smells and course incidents and wherefore bottom into the spud of consciousness. ample gouge! Did I resolve in cope with Joyce? No, he wasnt lovable. simply when h e was a great agent and youth interchangeables perfor mance. So I went to my preferred prof and announced I would salve a dissertation on the waterway of consciousness in Joyce. Impossible, tell the professor. Joyce was forty. His reserve wasnt available. in that location were tot ein truth(prenominal)y nearly poems, Dubliners . and portraying of the operative as a boyish manhood . And anyhow, he was alive(p); at that age you wrote dissertations yet on the dead, whose head for the hills was fulfil and who could be fully appraised. \nHow did Joyce croak you to enthalpy jam? EDEL My professor express to me during our intercourse that crowd seemed to him truly the man who had pass judgment solely the immature writers. henry throng? Whos he? I asked. My professor t hoary me he was an American writer, hardly disco biscuit days dead, and I would hear all his flora in the library. cancelled I went, and there he was: thirty-five volumes of novels an d tales in the old Macmillan edition, blue and gold, very buffalo chip and new. His titles were fine-looking The move of the Dove, The portrayal of a Lady, The luxurious manger . I carried fireside the twain-volume locomote and started reading. oft I only half(a) understood. It move lento and with difficulty, besides it was blow out of the water and contrasted to mortal like myself who had read Charles demon and gelt duad and James Fenimore Cooper. I began to gloaming into the two volumes of his letters. They were grandiose.'