tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3161136885462262525.post2036756957926919001..comments2024-03-09T00:19:36.011-08:00Comments on Reading the Short Story: One City, One Book—Dubliners—Adolescence and Early MaturityCharles E. Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642048806407593585noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3161136885462262525.post-64430981135376525792018-07-26T13:48:34.819-07:002018-07-26T13:48:34.819-07:00Thank you, Mikhail, for your response to my discus...Thank you, Mikhail, for your response to my discussion of "Eveline." I like it very much, for it reflects the subtlety of Joyce's exploration of the relationship between the past and the future and the illusive nature of the "present," whatever that is. And thank you for your kind remarks about my modest efforts to understand the short story and encourage the understanding of others. As your reading of "Eveline" suggests, I suspect you read short stories very well. Please keep in touch with me.Charles E. Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11642048806407593585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3161136885462262525.post-33125804743475355802018-07-19T21:47:48.933-07:002018-07-19T21:47:48.933-07:00I think the answer is in your recognition that Eve...I think the answer is in your recognition that Eveline is really a drama about time. Perhaps what Eveline was so determined to do was to find her freedom in the most sacred sense; her interest in the man was solely an interest in the matter of an alternative life, the possibility of any life other than this; and what she realizes and keeps her from going by the end is the realization that what this road leads to, while on the surface shines like a different life, is ultimately the same because it presses on to the point which she cannot escape or turn back from. Her dislike of her past is futile, because the future is just the past that has not happened yet. So this man she thought she liked must suddenly seem like the old familiar cage. <br /><br />Also, I just discovered your blog, Charles, and I love it. In my country, we weren't taught any form of literature, so I wish I had a teacher like you. I'm just beginning to read short stories (quite badly, sadly), and your blog is a help and a pleasure; none of those headaches people produce by trying to speak too much and too plainly of holy things. (Like those existentialist readings that are often too reductive and impatient in dealing with the story's emotional mystery, or the many political readings which put them aside altogether.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3161136885462262525.post-80140334030586838112012-09-17T09:50:36.460-07:002012-09-17T09:50:36.460-07:00Thanks for your comment, Camilla, and thanks for r...Thanks for your comment, Camilla, and thanks for reading my blog. I have always loved "Eveline" as well. But I am not really sure about why she seems so determined to go yet cannot.Charles E. Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11642048806407593585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3161136885462262525.post-81465402930852874832012-09-17T09:42:34.025-07:002012-09-17T09:42:34.025-07:00I have been reading Joyce for many years now, and ...I have been reading Joyce for many years now, and I think I understand the meaning underlying the stories. I loved Eveline... It is a typical rite of passage tale. Her loving husband wants to take her to a lovely <a href="http://www.4rentargentina.com" title="apartment in buenos aires" rel="nofollow">apartment in buenos aires </a> for them to start their lives as adults and she cannot leave her house in Ireland, where nothing there is good for her, but she just can´t, because she is still a young girl!Camilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04248536505234040538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3161136885462262525.post-70532002830781302702012-04-16T01:38:43.327-07:002012-04-16T01:38:43.327-07:00I thought Eveline carried multiple references to t...I thought Eveline carried multiple references to the mother/son relationship he had. It seemed as much about being in-between as a reflection on his mothers personakl paralysis at the hands of his father..<br /><br />I'm right there with your interpretation of Lenehan. Again, a paralysed figure, stuck.ciaranlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06668781624804602369noreply@blogger.com