Joyce’s Dubliners is made up of more than a dozen short stories about ordinary people in Dublin, showing the “quiet desperate life” of Dubliners. Through this series, the structure and content of the book have obtained the consistency of the expression of internal clues. The whole is a kind of silence, but the sound inside is wild and torn.

“In the fifteen stories, precise depiction, detailed psychological portrayal, lively dialogue and lyrical atmosphere are all in one. At the same time, the general style is flexible and changeable according to different characters and situations.”

“‘ Dirt ‘focuses on the simple, timid warmth of the washerwoman. The main character of “A Floating Cloud” is also an office worker, and the author also writes about his depressed family life, but focuses on his superficial literati temperament, cowardly behavior, and disillusionment with ideals. The shadow of death hangs over both Sisters and The Dead, but the former is hazy and the latter has a distinct meaning.”

Here, I would like to highlight a few of the comments:

Character comparison was used in “Cloud in a Cloud”. “The main character, young Chandler, is a dreamy, poet-like, weak-willed clerk. He was contrasted with a worldly, vulgar journalist. Joyce’s portrait of these two very different friends comes across the page in a very vivid and distinct dialogue.”

An appointment with a friend who is successful in the newspaper business makes Chandler feel bored by his job as a clerk, a failure to understand the meaning of life and a sense of weakness. The only thing that makes him lift his head and console himself is the poetry he is ashamed to talk about to his wife and friends, but he never writes it. Perhaps, let a person envy only marriage. As a result, he suddenly found that his wife and marriage were cold and sharp, and even in the face of crying children in need of protection and care, he was helpless. This is a feeling of complete failure and a triple negation of his ability. At last, the hero is left with tears of shame and is at a loss for his own lack of shelter…

In “Evelyn”, Evelyn did not take the needs of life and emotions, escape as love, from the torn love and hate of hometown, love won, Evelyn stayed in Dublin, 19 years old, she did not like dodder along the edge of the attachment to external growth, so you can see, the boat is offshore, when the fiance looked at her, “there is no love in her eyes, It was like they were strangers.” After this nearly separation from her native land, I believe she will be much calmer when she comes back to the difficult problem, and will work harder to accept life more calmly and take the initiative to change.

She “presses her head against the curtain, sniffing the dust on the curtain,” a phrase that appears several times and is one of Joyce’s masterful skills — repeating or emphasizing key words, evoking the reader’s attention, like repeated intensifier notes in music, to show Evelyn’s sense of home before she runs off with her fiance, even though the whole family is painful…

“Rival” in the hero Farrington because of work humiliate, a anger to humiliate the boss Mr. O ‘Lane, after a moment of pleasure, and make him scared, afraid of job security, when the watch, in the street and similar situation of friends drink drunk.

Farrington’s angry antagonists turn one by one, from Mr. O ‘Lein, to the strange young man with a wrench, to beating his poor innocent child with a stick. This frequent and frequent change of violence and desire to hurt, we have to find out who the invisible opponent is?

If an individual specimen is the exception, not enough to measure some universal nature, Farrington’s group of friends, who are harassed by their jobs and bosses, in the same grievance situation, their disorientation in alcohol, their broken selves, their sliding behavior, it is meaningful… Both their own insubordination and degradation, as well as the pressure of the environment, the result is always complicated by a variety of internal and external factors intertwined with difficult to distinguish the order of……

Among Dubliners, The Dead is my favorite. The plot of the story is not dramatic, but rather gentle, except for the throbbing of a hero who loses his mother and is loved by his aunt, and the affection and love around him that he cherishes very much. It was a story about the stories and feelings he had seen at his aunt’s ball, and because they were plain, true, and warm, they had a slow power, like the spinning wheel of life.

Kindness, tolerance, gentleness, generosity, support, cooperation, they are the harmonious warm elements of human relations, and it is partly the responsibility of the writer to summon them back to us forever. This yearning and retention of emotional memory is through time and space. It is a tribute and return of finite life to infinite time for generations. Instead of giving this function to literature, it is also because: We need it, we need the dead and the things that have passed away to survive in memory, which is a contrast, a front and back mirror, a stretch of time and space. We are the continuation of the dead, the living in reality, and the focus of the future. We need memory to live among us, without memory, people can hardly perceive themselves, and literature is the return of memory. Not only because time is losing every day with life, we are not sure about it, we cannot stop it, but also because, in the stream of life, we often lose our truth and direction, and get farther and farther away from ourselves. However, we should never forget that people should always be the poetic inhabitant of the earth…

There are some very moving passages at the end of the special. Gabriel, the hero, saw his wife listening to the Irish folk songs of her homeland in the gloom of the stairs. His charming and vulnerable attitude made him forget the frivolity of life and almost embrace her. Yes, the world most let us feel warm and confidence, or the star has not been commonplaces and vulgar things to wear away the soft and poetic bar…

The last part of “After Racing” is on! Willing to take the bait, this story is rich Sai Gu Ann a trap. After some fun and happiness, Jimmy and his family worship, close to the wealth and power of the attempt, but is more seasoned businessman Sai Gu an calculation.

“The boys got up and played the last few cards, Shouting and gesturing. Ross wins! A cheer went up and shook the cabin. The cards were put away. Their next job is to settle accounts and collect money. It turned out that Farley and Jimmy were the worst losers.

He knew that at first light he would regret it, but now he was glad, glad to be able to rest at last, glad that his weariness would make him forget his folly. He leaned his arms on the table, buried his head in his hands, and counted the beats of his temples. Then the hatch opened, and he saw the Hungarian standing in a dim light:

‘It’s morning, gentlemen!

Yes, it’s morning! The essence of our hypocrisy and vanity will be exposed to the sun…

In “Unexpected Encounters”, “childhood anecdotes, rebellion and truancy travel experiences, and common, absurd and bizarre social situations presented from a child’s perspective.” The little hero on the field of the man’s speech and scared, in line with the psychology of young people. For this man, while professing magnanimity, was particularly sympathetic to the use of corporal punishment on children, reflecting the confusion and contradictions in the way adults dealt with them.

The paradox of adulthood, “He gave me the impression that the words he was saying were words he had repeated and memorized by heart, or perhaps he was so entranced by some of the words in his speech that his mind was stuck on the same track in a slow circle. Most of the time, I could detect that he seemed to stop talking, as if he were telling the truth that everyone knew, but occasionally, his voice dropped to a whisper that made it seem like he was being mysterious, as if he were telling us some secret he didn’t want anyone to hear. He repeats it AD nauseam, in a monotonous, monotonous manner, and in an extremely tedious tone.”