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Dubliners was completed in 1905, but a series of British and Irish publishers and printers found it offensive and immoral, and it was suppressed. The book finally came out in London in 1914, just as Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man began to appear in the journal Egoist under the auspices of Ezra Pound. The first three stories in Dubliners might be incidents from a draft of Portrait of the Artist, and many of the characters who figure in Ulysses have their first appearance here, but this is not a book of interest only because of its relationship to Joyce's life and mature work. It is one of the greatest story collections in the English language--an unflinching, brilliant, often tragic portrait of early twentieth-century Dublin. The book, which begins and ends with a death, moves from "stories of my childhood" through tales of public life. Its larger purpose, Joyce said, was as a moral history of Ireland.
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- Paperback 256 Pages
- Edition: Rep
- ISBN-10: 0451525434
- ISBN-13: 9780451525437
- Publisher: Signet Classics
- Pub date: Apr 03, 1991
- Dimensions: 17 cm x 11 cm x 2 cm Just how big is that?
- Also available as: Mass Market Paperback, Hardcover, Audio CD, Audio Cassette, Library Binding and Others
- In other languages:
Les Gens de Dublin
(Livres Français)
Dubliner
(Deutsche Bücher)
Dublineses
(Libros en Español)
Dublinenses
(Livros em Português)
Dublinesos
(llibres en català)
Gente di Dublino
(Libri Italiani)

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A detta di chi scrive, il "vero" James Joyce non è lo Ulysses, bensì questa raccolta di racconti, dove Dublino diventa la capitale spirituale dell'uomo del Novecento. Il "Vero" James Joyce è The Dead, forse il capolavoro dello scrittore irlandese, che tanto ricorda, per una folle associazione di ide ... Continue
A detta di chi scrive, il "vero" James Joyce non è lo Ulysses, bensì questa raccolta di racconti, dove Dublino diventa la capitale spirituale dell'uomo del Novecento. Il "Vero" James Joyce è The Dead, forse il capolavoro dello scrittore irlandese, che tanto ricorda, per una folle associazione di idee del sottoscritto, The Hollow Man di Thomas Stearns Eliot.
Letto per l'esame di Letteratura Inglese I, l'avrei comunque letto, sooner or later.
Joyce è riuscito ad accentuare la mia già presente nostalgia per Dublino, nonostante alcune storie siano tristi e i personaggi paralizzati nei loro sentimenti mettano quasi angoscia.
I racconti che ho pr ... Continue
Letto per l'esame di Letteratura Inglese I, l'avrei comunque letto, sooner or later.
Joyce è riuscito ad accentuare la mia già presente nostalgia per Dublino, nonostante alcune storie siano tristi e i personaggi paralizzati nei loro sentimenti mettano quasi angoscia.
I racconti che ho preferito: Eveline, A little cloud, A painful case, A Mother e, ovviamente, The Dead.
Every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.
This author is not my cup of tea. "Evelyn" is not that bad, though, but I prefer "The Dead".
Le tematiche di cui Joyce scrive nei racconti sono abbastanza comuni e riconducibili alla sfera umana in generale. Sono le strade, l'atmosfera, i paesaggi e gli odori a renderli unici.
"His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead".