Friday, November 13, 2009

James is all alone and I need something happy to read.

With the first two short stories of Joyce I had a lot of trouble not just in relating to the characters of Joyce's "Araby" and "Eveline" but it was near impossible for me to comprehend what I was reading. I found the notes far from helpful and more distracting and interuptive to the stories. I still have no idea what I read and I'm pretty sure I read it while I was sober and awake. I could be wrong though.

When I started reading "A Painful Case" I decided to ignore the notes and just read the story and do my best to understand what was taking place. It must have made a huge difference because I finally began to somewhat enjoy Joyce's work. "The Dead" was interesting too but I mostly want to talk about Mr. James Duffy. This guy was so terribly alone and I found it heart breaking. For a seemingly financially stable man he really was one of the poorest creatures we've read about this semester. I say poor in the sense that he was a man of routine and nothing else. He had very little emotion and I'm pretty sure he kept himself alienated from even his family, unless there was a holiday or someone died. I was thrilled to see him develop a relationship with Emily, even if they had inappropriately gotten down he would have finally connected to someone. Let me make one thing clear, I am not an advocate for infidelity! But I do think if you have absolutely no emotion please by all means do something to make yourself more human.

Emily and James' connection reminded me of ScarJo and Bill Murray in Lost in Translation. They had a completely sexless affair and managed to connect in a foreign setting where the feeling of isolation was what essentially brought them together. I feel that Emily and James were also victims of isolation but they were strangers in their natural habitats. Joyce goes into great detail describing the setting and layout of James' home. I found it interesting that the first two pages of this story describes James' home and illustrating his reading habits then moves on to his facial descriptions and then in just one line states that "He had neither companions nor friends, church nor creed." Aaah, so depressing!

When Emily is introduced I didn't even care that she threw in the fact that she was married and obviously had children, I just wanted this lonely man to connect with something living. Of course they go about their new friendship in a sketchy manner by being secretive and hanging out in really bizarre places so that in itself foreshadowed the horribly "painful" death of Emily in the end. I was left feeling really distraught with the ending of this because when James realizes that he is alone and Emily is gone I feel that he too died and what little bit of humanity she brought to him was gone.

If anyone can recommend some ridiculously light and HAPPY reading for me to engulf myself in over Christmas please by all means send me some suggestions. Four literature classes and absolutely no happy books can certainly do some damage to a reader.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Lahiri the Interpreter

Lahiri writes in such a way that any reader with even the slightest human emotions can engulf themselves in her writing and relate in some way. Someone brought up the fact that Lahiri’s shorts stories are global scenarios. I responded to the short answer question in class in the same way. Feelings are universal. Certainly each environment and culture will differ with each scenario in their own way but it is easy to take out specifics such as background and location and apply them to our own lives. Love, heartache, loneliness and joy are felt throughout our world and Lahiri breaks through cultural confinements. Matt says in his blog that “The topics in the chapters are things that might actually happen in really life. A man struggling to identify with his wife, a woman unable to find love, all of these things most likely happen on a daily basis.” I concur.

Erin goes on to say “Lahiri has characters and situations that are relatable. “ I agree wholeheartedly. I have never lost a child, nor have I been married and desperate to learn who my husband is, and I certainly am not afflicted with Epilepsy but I am sympathetic to these characters that the author has created for us. As Heather was so kind to point out in class, I did have an opinion regarding Mrs. Croft in “The Third and Final Continent.” Perhaps she was senile and a little controlling but all it took was one awkward situation and one small giggle from Mala reacting to this bizarre, foreign woman and her husbands dynamic for our Narrator to realize that his wife was a “perfect lady!”

Marriage is a specific global event that all cultures seem to have adapted in some form over the centuries and this union is represented in all of the stories we have been discussing. Alex begins her blog by saying “I for one think it is very interesting that Lahiri's collection of short stories that we have read thus far all seem to revolve around the idea of marriage, the sanctity of marriage, the art of getting married, and, briefly, the consequences of not getting/being married.” Lahiri captures the intensity and the uniqueness of marriage. I especially felt the disconnection between Shoba and Shukumar in “A Temporary Matter.” It was interesting that when the lights were out only then could they really communicate. It’s easy to identify with that. We are a spoiled generation. We have a plethora of communication outlets; email, cellular phones and text messaging, facebook, twitter, the media, etc. are all important parts of our culture. Even with all of these benefits and the technology we are gifted with people still struggle to communicate. Maybe we should all take Lahiri’s advice and turn off the lights and just listen.

PS-Has anyone seen The Namesake? I only saw bits and pieces but I found it off-putting. Kumar belongs in White Castle, not in serious character roles created by an exceptional writer.

PPS-Professor Julie, did you happen to relate “A Temporary Matter” to the BtVS episode “Hush,” or was that just me and my massive Joss Whedon obsession?