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“Beautiful?” Captive at age’s cornerstone prior to new-world nirvana comes around the curb, Man as a breed of being is teased and troubled by higher education, higher-storeyed houses, higher life. Dublin - its personified boy bending his head up to London and Paris’ yearned-for festivities and frivolousness - represents every individual’s infinite dissatisfaction when confronted with the race of possession.
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Paper and Porcelain
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Diminished chords of endless desire and demands sustain, playing more agressively that by the time Dubliners’ characters of the latest chapter wrestle with their stimulated sensitivities, false harmonies have swollen unbearingly loud. James Joyce, a man familiar with stigmatized ideals of his gender, lets his life permeate the paper with a particular fragility here; masculinity critique courses through each page.
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Paper and Porcelain
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The Dublin of this playgrounder-to-pengrabber’s recollection seems sparsely lit, a pair of parallel tungsten streetlights gating each avenue’s frontal gap and not an according fence post of luminosity afterwards, urging readers - visitors - to be their own tour guides down the dark urban structures each looming less visibly; the tenants fall in love less morally and age less gracefully as the book is unfurled.
— Oct 10, 2026 06:41PM
Paper and Porcelain
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Seeking out a distraction from the slow-to-leave stresses with speed - a reference to the drug - on fast-to-outlive swiftness of artificial advancement and chain-injecting arenaline rush withdrawals. Kidnapped in kiddish shenanigans slipping away against the fingers, pedestrians of Dublin’s polarity where half waltzes out of bed and the rest rushes back on board are cast to show the former growing beyond whimsy.
— Oct 08, 2026 12:56AM
Paper and Porcelain
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One tenths enwoven in tales of the town piecing together with synchronous, complimentary color schemes, James Joyce pierces aliveness of life’s last era of living beings and paints the daunting - godly guaranteed - future of their farewells. Either taking in our torsos the air remnants of warm-worded gases they used to exhale or preparing for their touchable presence to become vapor, there resides death’s door.
— Oct 07, 2026 04:36PM
Paper and Porcelain
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Each story incandescently bats at the juvenile spirit persevering in elderly bodies - homerunning balls of generation-gap morals and ethics from a young perspective in chaptered aspects, firstly friendship and secondly falling in love. The eloquence of geographical and sensorial contexts continue to escalate for readers to gradually mature in their sympathies of new and old people.
— Oct 06, 2026 08:29PM
Paper and Porcelain
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Despite the spiritual distance, Joyce garnishes the book’s entry point with scenes, scents, and textures that are so fragrant and pungent, smooth and coarse - individually interpretable but similarly sense-arousing - that you are practically present in the run-down, low-density Irishtown’s distinct character regardless of who you are.
— Oct 05, 2026 08:44PM
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Little Chandler’s headspace as narrator of the chapter raises the narrative into Dubliners’ most accessible and resonant particle by far. Bloating beyond the timid teals of navigating the same townscape over and over - pertaining to such circumstances’ poisoning of a person expected to bring one’s family a wider world (wealth, mobility of free will, and social status), the dynamics of feeling melancholic in mostly monotonous minutiae and in seeing the emotional outlet art can offer, wishing to translate the bittersweet belonging into words and pictures of beautified value. This section of the story, which in the holistic scheme spans much further in spite of the city’s claustrophobic conveyance, spoke to my accountability and self-produced muse as an artist. Classic literature a century old and counting can make you feel more seen than a month-old movie at times.
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