“situate at Nullnull, Medical Square,…” – The Narrative Hospital
FINNEGANS WAKE by James Joyce CONTINUATION (FROM HERE) OF MY GESTALT REAL-TIME REVIEW IN THE COMMENT STREAM BELOW AS AND WHEN I READ THIS BOOK:-
–> Page 241
“…emurgency on gale days because souffrant chronic from a plentitude of house torts.”
Today, amid real gales, those serial storms making the news in the UK, we find ourselves entirely lost in FW, perhaps for the first time, although obviously still enjoying this osmotic experience. I made a rare visit to Wikipedia to check what they think this chapter is about, but I found nothing that they describe remotely like what I am currently reading. Perhaps each of us reads a different ‘story’, and, if true, this supports my reviewing approach to this book, encouraging others to experience their own FW audit trail, rather than mine, even though they may be reading it alongside me…hopefully.
You need at least one inferred companion alongside you to make the readerly ‘we’ that this book, for us, encourages.
We are now going to have a short break of a day or so before we resume.
Captchas et al, so far, and more, from Finish to Began:
“A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them, chap them, cut them up allways; leave them to terracook in the muttheringpot: and Gutenmorg with his cromagnom charter, tintingfast and great primer must once for omniboss step rub-rickredd out of the wordpress else is there no virtue more in alcohoran.”
“…the moaning pipers could tell him to his faceback, the louthly one whose loab we are devorers of,”
“…feastking of shellies by googling Lovvey,…”
“…it was such a blowick day.”
The wildest possible day for our island nations. Meanwhile, I have thought of yet one more of the captured ‘captives’ of FW, a group of pre- and retro-influences on FW, a group led by Professor Stanley Unwin (who I watched often on 1950s and 1960s b&w British TV) and this extra captive is the eccentric early goth-bangled Dame Edith Sitwell, who like Anthony Burgess (who in his own right was a composer of much opera and other classical music as well as writing Clockwork Orange, Earthly Powers etcicero), appeared on BBC TV Chat shows (she mainly in the 1950s) and she wrote much poetry, including for Walton’s Facade, poetry that resonates strongly with the FW de clerkly prose.
I am now beginning to see JJ in FW as a ‘captive’ or ‘captcha’ himself, squeezed and flattened within an old-fashioned TV screen morphing into a computer social media Internet screen … as he narrates from the narrative hospital some coded Jackanory stories for a sort of breed of Children of Midwich. If you are one such child, child-like rather than childish, you will be building for yourself an audit trail of a plot so much easier than anyone else, a plot that cannot be itemised or set out categorically, but a plot you surely are following by a brand of readerly instinct not commonly used, if at all, except in response to reading FW.
“…she would make massa dinars with her savuneer dealinsh and delicate her nutbrown glory cloack to Mayde Berenice…”
“Where Chavvyout Chacer calls the cup and Pouropourim stands astirrup.”
Another ‘captive’: Chaucer?
FW “de Kerkegaard.”
–> Page 259
“Have you got me, Allysloper?”
“A grape cluster of lights hangs therebeneath and all the house is filled with the breathings of her fairness, the fairness of fondance and the fairness of milk and rhubarb and the fairness of roasted meats and uniomargrits and the fairness of promise with consonantia and avowals. There lies her word, you reder! The height herup exalts it and the lowness her down abaseth it. It vibroverberates upon the tegmen and prosplodes from pomoeria.”
And for conscientious, respectful jamjoyancers like you and me:
“…the few fly the farbetween!”
And for those who have have encountered this Clacton reviewer’s Klaxon City:
“…the tocsin that shall claxonise his wareabouts. If one who remembered his webgoods…”
“Punch may be pottleproud but his Judy’s a wife’s wit better.”
“Till tree from tree, tree among trees tree over tree become stone to stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for ever.”
PS: I just coined ‘jamjoyance’ above and I have now added it HERE, thus giving this whole list of my coinages since 1967 the overall title of ‘jamjoyance’!
–> Page 263
“…are we told, on excellent inkbottle authority, solarsystemised, seriol-cosmically,…”
…and it is as if we have now entered a new hyperdrive gear of jamjoyance, whereby those Midwich Children whom I conjured up earlier have tantamount to provided us FW readers with a grown-up text book to ease our following of the thought-trails given them by JJ, complete with marginalia and footnotes galore! No wonder they often call this book a comic masterpiece. Cosmic, too. Absurdist and high weird beyond any previous gauge, I feel that, for our sins, we are also being exposed to having our literary loins severely girded for probably the first time!
This review will now continue in the comment stream HERE
The parts of this review linked:
https://elizabethbowensite.wordpress.com/finnegans-wake/ (this one)
Anyone who simply confirms that they have read and enjoyed the ‘Finnegans Wake’ real-time review from beginning to end will, upon request to me, receive a free signed copy of one of ‘Weirdtongue’, ‘Agra Aska’ or ‘Real-Time Reviews Vol. 1′, until further notice or current supplies of these books end.
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