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Introduction and Acknowledgments
This book had its genesis in or around January 1979, on the top deck of
a packed No. 46a bus travelling from Belfield Campus on Dublin’s south-
side towards the city centre. In the streets outside it was cold, dark and
foggy. The windows were dripping with condensation, making it diffi-
cult to guess where we were. The bus crawled at a snail’s pace through
the early evening rush hour. Inside, the grey faces drew deeply on their
Majors and Carrolls Number 1s, sending desperate jets of smoke out into
the general fug. Looking back, it seems closer in some ways to the setting
of Ulysses than to the post-Tiger, Covid-ravaged city of 2020.
Stamping out my own fag, I settled down to scan my notes from the
morning’s lecture on Dubliners. I found Joyce’s writing compelling—I
especially loved being able to traverse the same cityscape as the characters
in his stories. The sense of something vital pulsing beneath the veneer of
v
vi INTRODUCTION AND ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
language was (and remains) thrilling. The process of studying this writing,
however, I found difficult to the point of alienation. The logistics were
not great, for one thing: four long bus journeys a day; enormous lecture
theatres where everyone seemed to know someone else; the deadening
financial grind. In some senses the scepticism with which I had already
started to battle in the preceding months has continued to assail me ever
since: Writing? Really? You study it, like? Really?!
My mother wanted me to be a teacher—wasn’t that what ‘English’
was for, after all? There were two other options. A real job: nine months
pumping petrol at Smith’s Garage on Harcourt Street, and a stint stacking
shelves at Superquinn Knocklyon, convinced me that such was not for me.
The other was music. In a band, playing gigs, writing songs, I had already
committed to the politics of post-punk popular music in a way that I could
never (so I believed) commit to an understanding of Joyce’s writing, or
the scholarly process which addressed itself to that writing.
As I sat on the bus from Belfield that winter evening in 1979, I wrote
the words of a song which was not only about James Joyce but tried also
to utilise some of the techniques and ideas to which I had been intro-
duced in my time as a First Year Arts student at UCD. It was a brutal
song—never even made rehearsal. Band mates grinned, but there was a
palpable sense in the room that something was changing, or had already
changed. Something had indeed: the principle of a connection between
the professional and the personal areas of my life had been broached. And
in some ways that principle has informed every choice I’ve made ever
since—including the choice to leave Dublin. Literature and music, work
and leisure, criticism and creativity, the university office and the concert
hall, Dublin and … anywhere else: my ‘work’ in the forty years since
that bus ride has been a search for connections between the first and the
second elements in these binaries.
James Joyce was always going to figure in this quest—in the first
instance, for the reasons alluded to above: the glamorisation of Dublin,
and the fascinating power of the writing. But there was another reason,
coming into focus over a number of years and a number of research
projects. Joyce, it turns out, was immersed (to the point of obsession)
in music—the music of the past and the music of his own day. He seri-
ously considered a singing career, and his regret at the choice he eventu-
ally made, as well as the frustration he felt towards writing as a means of
communication, were lifelong. That frustration accounts in some degree
for Joyce’s determination to incorporate music into his writing as both
INTRODUCTION AND ACKNOWLEDGMENTS vii
∗ ∗ ∗
“The intimacy between music and fiction has long been a preoccupation
of Joyce scholarship, but this intimacy is deepened to a surpassing degree
in Gerry Smyth’s brilliant new study of Joyce’s musical reliances. This
book is, among much else, an acutely-aware retrieval of Joyce’s musical
soundscapes, a cultural history in miniature of musical meaning during
Joyce’s formative years as a writer and a sequence of virtuoso readings
which extends from Joyce’s early poetry to Finnegans Wake. The result is
a book in which Joyce’s lived experience nimbly consorts with his artistic
originality through the vital conduit of music itself. In that enterprise,
the nature of Joyce’s auditory imagination is sensitively and generously
reconceived. It is also wonderfully contextualized, not only in relation to
Joyce’s literary inherences (the chapter on George Moore is a tour-de-
force), but also in relation to the everyday collisions of sound and sense
which meant so much to Joyce himself.”
—Harry White, Professor of Music, University College Dublin, Ireland
xi
xii PRAISE FOR MUSIC AND SOUND IN THE LIFE AND LITERATURE …
xiii
xiv CONTENTS
7 VII 56
8 VIII 58
9 IX 59
10 X 60
11 XI 61
References 62
Part II Listening
7 VII 137
References 142
References 239
Index 253
PART I
[For Joyce] music was a language and perhaps even something more.
It was an atmosphere, a condition of thought, an aura beyond all words,
which nevertheless was to be found in the words, grouping them, guiding
them, giving them breath of life. For Joyce, a sentence was not severable
from its melodic qualities, for they alone gave existence to it. Attention
has been drawn many times to this fact and the remark has become trite:
Joyce’s art is primarily musical. It was for Joyce that the divine rule of
Verlaine’s Art Poétique appears to have been dictated: De la musique avant
toute chose …
Louis Gillet, Claybook for James Joyce, (1941), p. 110 (original
emphases)
1 Three Lives
Three lives, three modes of Irish identity, three music-makers.
Edward Kent was born on 21 September 1881 in the village of
Ballymoe in Co. Galway. The family of nine moved to Ardee in Co.
Louth when father James, a policeman in the Royal Irish Constabulary,
was transferred. On his retirement in 1892 they moved again, this time
to Dublin.
Kent’s strong Catholic upbringing and interest in history primed him
for politicisation. He took a clerical job with Dublin Corporation, but
his primary energies were devoted to the cause of Irish independence.
In 1899 he joined the Gaelic League, which had been founded a few
years earlier (1893) with Douglas Hyde as its first president. Kent became
fluent in Irish, Gaelicised his name to Éamonn Ceannt and became a
dynamic force in the League’s cultural programme.
In February 1900 Ceannt, along with the cultural activist Edward
Martyn founded the Dublin branch of Cumann na bPíobairí (The Pipers
Club). The uilleann pipes (originally known as the Union bagpipe, or
sometimes just the Irish pipes) is ‘one of the world’s most distinctive
multi-reed instrument’ (Ó hAllmhuráin 1998: 74). It evolved from a
simpler design in the early eighteenth century, and its strong national
credentials made it a popular choice for nativist musicians, among the
diaspora as well as in the major cities across the island. The Dublin Club
was in fact a cradle of nationalist sentiment, with Ceannt among its most
active and ardent agents.
Ceannt was treasurer of the Dublin Pipers Club until he retired
following his marriage to the club’s secretary Áine Brennan in June 1905.
In the same year he was elected a member of the League’s governing
body, although he was already beginning to question what he considered
1 JOYCE AND MUSIC A CRITICAL FANTASIA 5
to be its abbreviated remit. The following year he won a gold medal for
his playing at An Oireachtas ; two years later, as a member of the Catholic
Young Men’s Society, he performed in Rome for Pope Pius X.
By 1906, the Pipers Club was in financial difficulties.
The following year Ceannt joined Sinn Féin.
In 1911 the club was in a ‘moribund’ condition.
In 1912 Ceannt was sworn in as a member of the Irish Republican
Brotherhood.
The last entry in the minute book (dated 14 October 1913) is a request
relayed by Éamonn Ceannt for pipers to play at Pádraig Pearse’s Irish-
language school St Enda’s.
Earlier the same year Ceannt had joined the Irish Volunteers and was
one of the principal architects of its successful gun-running operation.
On the morning of 8 May 1916 Éamonn Ceannt was executed by
firing squad at Kilmainham Gaol for his role in the Easter Rising.
During the twentieth century the uilleann pipes emerged as one of the
most popular and most recognisable of traditional Irish musical instru-
ments. Na Píobairí Uilleann Teoranta, based in Henrietta Street in
Dublin, continues to thrive in the present day.1
∗ ∗ ∗
1 The information on piping included in this section is drawn from Vallely (1999). See
also https://pipers.ie/.
6 G. SMYTH
∗ ∗ ∗
2 For the material included in this section see the entry by Ian Fox for ‘John
McCormack’ in White and Boydell (2013), II, 645–6.
8 G. SMYTH
But if it be further asked why musical tones in a certain order and rhythm
give man and other animals pleasure, we can no more give the reason than
for the pleasantness of certain tastes and smells… As neither the enjoyment
nor the capacity of producing musical notes are faculties of the least use
to man in reference to his daily habits of life, they must be ranked among
the most mysterious with which he is endowed. (2013: 559–60)
3 Darwin puts in two appearance in Ulysses (1993: 388, 669), and one in the Wake
(252).
1 JOYCE AND MUSIC A CRITICAL FANTASIA 9
Blacking’s study has many fascinating implications, but none more than
the one which places music at the centre of human evolutionary experi-
ence. This is the idea picked up and developed by Steven Mithen in his
book The Singing Neanderthals: The Origins of Music, Language, Mind
and Body (2006). Mithen adduces a range of evidence—archaeological,
neurological, palaeoanthropological, linguistic, etc.—to propose music as
the basis for a form of pre-linguistic communication inherited by our
early ancestors from one of our competitor hominid species, Homo nean-
derthalensis. This form of communication he refers to as ‘Hmmmmm’,
which stands for
4 An echo of this form of communication may still be heard in modern speech directed
towards children or pets which, according to one psychologist, ‘has been reported in
every known language tested to date’ (Williamson 2014: 23).
10 G. SMYTH
and respond to different things in the same piece of music, and we can
never be sure if the responses it generates or the meanings we attribute
to it have any basis in common experience.
This was a problem that the English musicologist Deryck Cooke
attempted to solve in his book The Language of Music (1959). By ‘music’,
Cooke was referring to a very specific discourse: the tradition of art
music that had emerged in Europe from about 1400. ‘Composers’, he
suggested, ‘have always been bound by certain expressive laws of the
medium, laws which are analogous to those of language’ (2001: 15).
‘Music’, he went on,
Part One consisted of two chapters, the first a long theoretical exposition
of different aspects of what I referred to as ‘the music-novel’: music as
inspiration; music as metaphor; and music as form. The second chapter
took the form of an overview of ‘British’ fiction between Lawrence
Sterne’s Tristram Shandy (1760–67) and Anthony Burgess’s Mozart and
the Wolf Gang (1991), analysing a number of indicative examples: Pride
and Prejudice (1813) by Jane Austen, Wuthering Heights (1847) by
Emily Brontë, Middlemarch (1871–2) by George Eliot, Jude the Obscure
(1895) by Thomas Hardy, Howards End (1910) by E. M. Forster,
Point Counter Point (1928) by Aldous Huxley, and Absolute Beginners
(1959) by Colin MacInnes. These analyses were undertaken in order to
demonstrate
the enduring centrality of music to that experience? It’s true that the
music-centred novel represents an important sub-genre in its own right;
but even when the narrative has no ostensible connection with music,
we find it loitering in the margins of the text: an overheard radio, a
remembered melody, a popular reference, a whistled phrase. Like all
‘marginal’ phenomena, on examination such references actually turn out
to be essential aspects of the fictional world created by the author and of
the characters populating that world.
My research for Listening to the Novel discovered a concentration
of musicalised fiction during the late nineteenth and early twentieth
centuries.5 All the literary arts felt the pull, but for writers of fiction, as
Timothy Martin has pointed out, ‘the affiliation with music was particu-
larly strong’ (1991: 145). There are many reasons that night be adduced
to account for this, but one of the most obvious must be the emergence
of the tendency known as ‘literary Wagnerism’. In fact, Wagner’s powerful
influence touched all the arts in the decades after his death in 1883, but
it’s in literature, and particularly in the novel, that we discover a curious
engagement with many of the great composer’s formal, thematic and
aesthetic concerns. One of the most committed of literary Wagnerians was
Gabriele D’Annunzio, whose regard for music was such that he famously
incorporated into the political programmes that were to dominate his later
career. JJ’s fellow student Con Curran insisted that D’Annunzio (rather
than Ibsen) was the greatest influence on his friend’s artistic development
(1968: 105ff); and Stanislaus Joyce reported that his brother considered
the Italian’s Il Fuoco (translated as The Flame of Life in 1900) to be ‘the
highest achievement of the novel to date’ (1958: 154).
Literary Wagnerism was among other things a multi-national
phenomenon, as was the general fascination with music which it gener-
ated. Besides the Italian D’Annunzio, this phenomenon was adapted in
exemplary fashion by two of the most music-obsessed novelists of the
period: the German Thomas Mann, and the Frenchman Marcel Proust.
Mann’s ‘Tonio Kröger’ (1903) is a story about music, certainly, but it’s
also a story whose telling looks to adapt some of the formal aspects
of musical discourse for literary ends. It was the narrative, Mann later
5 JJ reviewed a lost example of the musical novel entitled A Ne’er Do Well, about
a gypsy violinist, for the Daily Express in September 1903. He criticised the use of a
pseudonym (although started publishing under the name of Stephen Daedalus less than a
year later), and was offended at the novel’s ‘pretentiousness’ (2000: 81).
1 JOYCE AND MUSIC A CRITICAL FANTASIA 13
Proust’s response to and use of music was different in certain key respects
to that deployed at different times by Mann and JJ. The latter, while
intuiting music’s specialist role in relation to the subject’s emotional life,
seemed to possess a keener sense of its socio-historical function than
either of his continental contemporaries. In his 1912 lecture on ‘Realism
and Idealism in English Literature’ JJ posited an opposition between the
realist tendency in literature (as represented by the likes of Daniel Defoe)
and what he referred to as ‘the magical artifice of music’ (2000: 173).
His own writing was clearly not realist in the sense inherited (via a whole
tradition of nineteenth-century English fiction) from Defoe—hence its
amenability to music at both a thematic and (more radically) a formal
level. And yet, ‘the magical artifice of music’ was always tempered in JJ’s
work by an implicit acceptance of its groundedness—sometimes, even a
suggestion of seediness; its appeal was as much to the body as to the heart
and the mind.
What all these modern writers shared, however, was ultimately of more
significance than their differences: an implicit appreciation of the power
of music as an aesthetic category (in terms of example and influence) at a
particularly volatile stage of literary history.
4 Real People
In 2016 Vivien Igoe published a wonderfully useful book based on the
simple premise encapsulated in its title: The Real People of Joyce’s Ulysses:
A Biographical Guide. The book is a treasure trove of the personalities
woven by JJ into the fabric of his fiction. Some of these personalities are
properly named and historically recognisable; some are thinly disguised,
often by a change of name; some are mere composite echoes of the types
who made up the daily life of the city in the opening years of the twen-
tieth century. Taken as a whole, they reveal two important aspects of
JJ’s work: first, nostalgia for the city he had abandoned, and (in Con
Curran’s words) for the ‘voices from a Dublin that was slipping away’
(1968: 96); and second, the commitment with which he approached the
1 JOYCE AND MUSIC A CRITICAL FANTASIA 15
task of converting his own life experience into the stuff of art—a task in
which nothing and no-one was insignificant.
As might be expected, music features throughout Igoe’s book, as there
are ‘[there] are 48 people named in Ulysses connected with various forms
of entertainment’ (2016: 315). All the major personalities and refer-
ences are present: the Dublin-born composer Michael Balfe (19–20),
for example, whose operas The Siege of Rochelle (1835), The Bohemian
Girl (1844) and The Rose of Castille (1857) recur throughout the text;
or the tenor John McCormack (184) who enjoyed (or endured) such a
prodigious afterlife in JJ’s literary imagination.
Despite this, Igoe is of the opinion that ‘[cultural] life in Joyce’s
Dublin was rather limited … [and the] musical life of the city was even
more limited and elitist. On the occasions when there were celebrity
concerts’, for example,
they were given on weekday afternoons, which ensured that the vast
majority of the population could not attend. The opera seasons always
included such old reliables as The Bohemian Girl , The Lily of Killarney,
Martha and Carmen. Lovers of grand opera were poorly catered for.
Ordinary Dubliners appreciated the concerts given by Irish artists in the
Rotunda and the Antient Concert Rooms, where in 1904 James Joyce
shared the platform with John McCormack. (315)
The limited nature of the city’s professional musical provision during JJ’s
tenure is true to an extent, but it’s not the full story. Stephen, Bloom
and Molly are obsessed with memories of, and references to, this public
musical discourse; but much of the time it’s in the text’s minor, seemingly
throwaway details that the full extent of JJ’s rich musical inheritance is
revealed. Thus we learn, for example, that the Invincible Joe Brady ‘was a
good singer and member of the choir in the Franciscan Capuchin church’
(37) near North Anne Street where he lived. Or: the poet Lizzie Twigg—
linked by Bloom with his wife Molly and his ‘mistress’ Martha in terms of
female curiosity (152–3)—published a volume entitled Songs and Poems
in 1904, a few years before JJ’s own ‘song-cycle’ Chamber Music (1907).
Much of the time it’s the story behind the story that confirms both the
extent and the complexity of the musical environment within which JJ
came into his artistic maturity.
JJ never made it to the United States, but like everyone else in the early
twentieth century he was influenced by America’s burgeoning popular
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the Irish Academy of Music (87). And then there are the Italians, such
as Antonio Giuglini, who ‘was a great favourite in Dublin’, but whose
‘career ended in 1864 due to insanity’ (120); the bass Luigi Lablache
who made his Dublin début in 1841 in Bellini’s I Puritani (168); and
the minor royal Giovanni Matteo Mario, ‘one of the best-known tenors
of the nineteenth century’ (200), and one of whose signature roles was
that of Lyonel in Flotow’s Martha.
JJ idolised the tenor, and seems to have regarded the other vocal
categories as support as best. Divas could be especially distracting; never-
theless, female singers do make their way into Ulysses , such as the
American soprano Minnie Hauck (138) who sang the title role of Carmen
in the Empire Palace (the future Gaiety Theatre) on many occasions; the
English popular entertainer Marie Kendall (163) who on 16 June 1904
was going on stage (at that same theatre) just as Mr Leopold Bloom
was making his way towards Sandymount Strand for some private enter-
tainment; and the ‘Swedish Nightingale’ Jenny Lind (174) who had a
Professional Singer’s Soup named after her. My favourite, however, is
Martha J. Dubedat, a soprano and music teacher from Dublin, a memory
of whom prompts one of Bloom’s occasional humorous sallies: ‘May I
tempt you to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat? Yes, do
bedad. And she did bedad’ (167).
JJ’s Dublin was a small Victorian city, blighted by poverty at the
lower end, and possessed of a limited cultural provision for its aspira-
tional middle and professional classes. Yet it was a city in which music,
apprehended in the broadest possible terms, pervaded the day-to-day life
of its citizens. And it’s only natural that this fact should be reflected in a
story which attempts to capture that life in all its lived intensity.
5 Aesthetics
Music figured powerfully and ubiquitously in the aesthetic debates that
animated Western intellectual life towards the end of the nineteenth
century. This is the life with which the aspiring artist Stephen Dedalus
is obliged to engage as he attempts to forge a viable literary method
from the unpromising environment in which he finds himself. Stephen’s
response, as evidenced in A Portrait of the Artist, ‘is perfectly consonant’
(Harkness 1984: 38) with the aesthetic tradition associated with the Pre-
Raphaelite movement, with decadent writers such as Oscar Wilde and
Algernon Charles Swinburne, and most resonantly with the influential
18 G. SMYTH
cultural theorist Walter Pater. When Stephen uses the musical metaphor
of a ‘chord’ to describe the way in which his apprehension of Sandymount
Strand ‘harmonised’ with reality (2008: 140), he is in fact trafficking with
the clichés of late Victorian English aestheticism.
Pater was responsible for the famous proposition that ‘[all] art
constantly aspires towards the condition of music’ (1910: 35)—a fuller
version of which is contained here:
It is the art of music which most completely realises this artistic ideal, this
perfect identification of matter and form. In its consummate moments, the
end is not distinct from the means, the form from the matter, the subject
from the expression; they inhere in and completely saturate each other; and
to it, therefore, to the condition of its perfect moments, all the arts may
be supposed constantly to tend and aspire … Therefore, although each art
has its incommunicable element, its untranslatable order of impressions,
its unique mode of reaching the ‘imaginative reason’, yet the arts may be
represented as continually struggling after the law or principle of music, to
a condition which music alone completely realises.7
Wilde concurred, writing: ‘Music is the perfect type of art’ (1923: 163).
The idea is ancient, but given a new gloss here in light of the social
and political anxieties facing late Victorian England: the fact that it is
(apparently) non-denotative means that music is what it is. Without the
distraction of reference to the ‘real world’, its matter is identified with
its form; its subject and its form of expression ‘completely saturate each
other’. This is music’s innate ‘condition’—the condition towards which
all the other artistic media (including, one presumes, literature) must
aspire in their quest for truth and beauty. Such ideas, moreover, will have
beneficial social, political, economic and even educational implications if
transposed into a practical programme (Deutsch 2015: 48–9). Music, in
short, can energise our better selves, inspiring the listener to find a balance
between the competing forces in their own life.
Pater’s model of music is questionable on a number of fronts. Every
time a composer names a piece of instrumental music they are implying
7 Pater 1910: 138–9. JJ seemed to be channelling this idea when he remarked to Arthur
Power that ‘judging from modern trends it seems that all the arts are tending towards
the abstraction of music; and what I am writing at present [Finnegans Wake] is entirely
governed by that purpose’ (1974: 132).
1 JOYCE AND MUSIC A CRITICAL FANTASIA 19
could know. This quest, when combined with ideas emerging from figures
such as Pater and Wagner, released powerful energies within European
culture—energies which eventually fed into the structure of feeling known
as modernism, and which contributed seminally to JJ’s evolving aesthetic
imagination.
6 Joyce as Composer?
Could JJ have been a composer? And if so, to what style of music would
he have been drawn? What genres would he have essayed? Would, for
example, his avowed preference for singing over music have pulled him
in the direction of popular opera rather than symphonic forms—more
Puccini than Debussy?
Wagner remained the colossus of late nineteenth-century art music,
but he was as significant for the reactions he stimulated as well as for
the example he set. This bifurcated response was apparent in the work
of composers such as Richard Strauss, whose operatic version of Wilde’s
Salomé premiered in 1906 to audiences split along a dividing line between
awe and horror. The work of the other contemporary Viennese master,
Gustav Mahler, on the other hand, seemed in some senses the culmi-
nation of a Romantic tradition that had been launched a century earlier
by Beethoven. When England—‘the land without music’—finally joined
the party with a generation of inspired composers pioneered by Edward
Elgar, it was by and large to this Romantic tradition that it aspired.
Present at the Austrian premiere of Salomé were Arnold Schoen-
berg, Alexander Zemlinsky and Alban Berg—each of whom was to be
prominent in the revolution that overtook art music in the following
decades.8 Schoenberg was responsible for the development of the assault
on traditional tonality known as ‘serialism’—a system of composition
based on an adaptable theme comprised of the twelve notes of the
traditional chromatic scale. Despite the fact that at least some of its
effects (atonality, for example) were anticipated by arch-Romantics such
as Liszt and Wagner, serialism represented only the most radical response
8 Alex Ross (2008: 4) speculates that another of the century’s great opera lovers might
also have been present at the Graz performance: Adolf Hitler. JJ saw Salomé in Trieste in
1909; the fact that his piece for Il Piccolo della Sera (2000: 148-51) focuses on Wilde’s life
rather than Strauss’s avant garde treatment led Allan Hepburn (2013: 190) to question
the extent of JJ’s musical range.
22 G. SMYTH
Thus, ‘“Sirens” is vocal rather than instrumental and operatic rather than
fugal’ (166). ‘Cyclops’, with its focus on the significance of the voice
operating in different musical modes (recitative, aria, chorus), is a kind
of ‘verbal opera’ (169)—‘it speaks’, White laments, ‘where opera might
otherwise sing’ (181). And in this reading, Finnegans Wake represents
the final, logical move in a career-long tendency: White quotes Timothy
Martin to the effect ‘that whereas Ulysses borrows from music, Finnegans
Wake aspires to be music’ (181). The thesis in respect of JJ is summed up
thus:
If opera meant more to Joyce than any other art, this was because it
represented to his imagination that synthesis of music and speech which
he sought and found in his own fiction … Joyce discovered afresh
the fundamental premise of opera—that music gives dramatic life to
language—through the agency of a soundworld he himself had to invent.
(185–6)
Might JJ (or J. M. Synge, for that matter) have been a composer had the
late nineteenth-century Irish musical infrastructure been more developed,
better organised, better supported? Possibly; despite his dismissal of what
he referred to as ‘mathematics for ladies’ (quoted in Ellmann 1977: 5),
neither the author himself nor his fictional avatar Stephen Dedalus nor
sceptical critics such as Ellmann can definitively say that, had social and
educational circumstances been otherwise, JJ would always have preferred
24 G. SMYTH
literature over music. But the milieu from which JJ emerged was one in
which the energy which should have gone into the formation of a viable
art music tradition was displaced into a tremendously vibrant literary
tradition. Whether you consider this a loss or a gain depends on where
you stand—institutionally, artistically, temperamentally. In some senses it’s
possible to maintain that modern Irish cultural history has been warped
by its literary riches; the price of an unrivalled pantheon of writers may
have been the lack of a more balanced artistic tradition in which each
of the arts—with their peculiar ways of articulating human experience—
is enabled to develop. On the other hand, we have been left with the
work of a writer whose obsession with music pushed the boundaries of
literary discourse in extraordinarily original directions, and whose experi-
ments with voice and consciousness continue to resonate into the present
day.
and instrumental music that first emerged from Ireland’s oral, Gaelic-
speaking culture in the early modern period. ‘It is music’, so says the
definition from the Irish Traditional Music Archive, ‘of a living popular
tradition’:
While it incorporates a large body of material inherited from the past, this
does not form a static repertory, but is constantly changing through the
shedding of material, the composition of new material, and the creative
altering in performance of the established repertory … Being oral music,
it is in a greater state of fluidity than notation-based music. Versions of
songs and tunes proliferate, skilled performers introduce variations and
ornaments as the mood takes them, and the same melody can be found in
different metres. (quoted in Vallely 1999: 402)
8 Popular Music
Besides English folk music, another ‘foreign’ genre which suffered the
disapproving gaze of revivalist ideologues was ‘music hall’. This institu-
tion emerged and thrived in the second half of the nineteenth century
as the latest in a long line of English popular cultural practices—pleasure
gardens, song-and-supper rooms, pub-based concert rooms, penny gaffs.
Driven by changes in the wider socio-economic organisation of English
9 See my chapter ‘Music in James Joyce’s “The Dead”: Sources, Contexts, Meanings’
(2009), 32–50.
28 G. SMYTH
In his book on Music Hall and Modernity (2004) Barry J. Faulk has
suggested that music hall was at its most popular and most influential
in the quarter century running up to the First World War. He suggests
further that the contemporary debates which emerged in relation to
music-hall witnessed ‘the first flowering of the now-pervasive paradox
in which celebrations of popular culture as authentic confirm the need
for professionals to discover, interpret, and defend what makes it so’
(21).10 One of the most assiduous of these ‘professionals’ was Arthur
Symons who JJ had met in London (on his way through to Paris) in
December 1902. Symons recommended Chamber Music to the London
publisher Elkin Mathews, and produced a complimentary early review of
the volume. Symons was also one of the first intellectuals to take the music
halls seriously. Engaging with contemporary discourses of class and sexu-
ality, his interventions proposed a re-ordering of received notions of taste,
desire and cultural value. His theories in turn overlapped with contem-
poraneous aesthetic debates relating to the emergence of the aesthetic
sensibility which came to be known as modernism.
only to discover when they seek her out that she is in fact already married
The melody was also adopted as a march for the 1st Battalion Duke of
Wellington Regiment.
All these elements have a bearing on JJ’s usage of the song in
Ulysses . To begin with, his fastidiousness with regard to detail makes the
earlier date (1899) more likely. It’s also interesting to note the associ-
ation with two famous male impersonators. Gender swapping (men as
women, women as men) was a popular element of music-hall discourse,
contributing to qualities of camp and ‘queerness’ that were to have a
powerful afterlife in twentieth-century popular entertainment. Having a
woman, who is dressed as a man, sing about her ‘girl’ plays with notions
of normative heterosexuality; and this has implications for the gender
discourses with which JJ organises the economy of sexual desire in his
novel. There’s also the fact that the story about infidelity contained in the
lyric clearly parallels the situation of Molly Bloom—‘though her retinue
of lovers is not limited to two’ (Bowen 1974: 159). The association with
the British military, finally, hints at the context of political domination
which haunts the text.
‘Those Lovely Seaside Girls’ was also associated with Vesta Tilley. It
was published in London in 1899, with words and music by Harry B.
Norris, who also composed Tilley’s biggest hit, ‘Burlington Bertie’. With
more than twenty thematic references throughout the text, this song
pervades Ulysses , standing (according to Zack Bowen) as ‘one of the major
musical motifs of the novel’ (1974: 85). Having been ‘earwormed’ by
a letter from his daughter Milly, ‘Seaside Girls’ becomes closely iden-
tified in Bloom’s mind with his rival Blazes Boylan. The association
might also derive from the similarity (as noted by music-hall historian
Ulrich Schneider) between Vesta Tilley and Boylan in terms of clothing
(1993b: 98). The song also samples one of the novel’s recurring themes:
Bloom’s endless fascination with femininity—up to and including their
undergarments. With its typical end-of-the-pier humour, ‘Seaside Girls’
encapsulates a strand of English popular culture that persisted well into
the twentieth century.
Despite his acquaintance with music-hall aficionados such as Arthur
Symons and T. S. Eliot, JJ’s relationship with the form was never ‘pro-
fessional’ in the sense described by Faulk. He indulged, rather, a genuine
love for the form—a love, Ruth Bauerle suggests, ‘surpassed only by his
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As he slowly cruised above the Crêpe Ring, with his binoculars to his
eyes, Timkin munched a sandwich and now and then took a swig of
coffee. In all their explorations of other worlds earthmen had never
found any beverage better than time-honored coffee, though the
Martians tried hard to sell a green-tinted product called tukka.
Timkin's hand gave a little jerk, and his binoculars wavered.
Watching him one would have thought he had spied something
exciting—like gold. But it was something else, almost equally as
startling....
"Another Jetabout!" Timkin murmured. "Gave me a start, seeing it so
suddenly."
It was a rare event when two wandering Jetabouts happened to
cross paths in the vast area of the rings, almost like two explorers in
the heart of Africa meeting each other. Timkin grinned humorlessly.
"Another chump!" he thought. "He wouldn't have a bonanza, or he'd
be streaking back for Titan. He's cruising and looking for something
like me."
Timkin flashed his heliograph, reflecting the light of Saturn, at the
other ship. An answering greeting flashed back. Timkin watched it as
it kept going on its course and slowly faded into distance. He felt less
lonely for a moment.
Timkin went back to his scanning of the ring bodies with his glasses.
He saw another lump of coal but was too wearied at the thought of
donning his vac-suit for it, and let it go by under him. It was not till a
minute later that he snapped to attention. For now he remembered,
belatedly, that he had also seen a yellow glow near the black coal.
"Day-dreaming, that's what I was!" he yelled, hastily braking and
spinning the Jetabout around. "If that was gold, and I don't find it
again, I'll...."
It was not easy to backtrack in the rings, and find a certain spot you
had passed over. The rings were constantly in motion, in their orbit
around Saturn. And each body in the rings had its own private
motion in respect to the others. Some gyrated fantastically around
others.
A huge body might in turn exert enough gravitation of its own to hold
smaller bodies in its grip, and force them to become its "moons." And
these satellites then perturbed nearby bodies, causing them to
weave and shuttle within the ring.
In short, any body in the ring might shift position enough in the space
of a minute or two to be lost forever.
Timkin shot back to the coal lump. Yes, the coal lump was there, not
having a complicated private motion. But where was the yellow lump
that his blind eyes had seen—and ignored? There were a hundred
other little bodies around the coal lump and to look them all over one
by one....
Timkin's heart sank to its lowest ebb before suddenly he saw the
yellow glint again. Then, thankfully, he shot the Jetabout over it and
hovered, locking the controls. Minutes later in his vac-suit he was
propelling himself down to the yellow lump via reaction pistol.
"It's only fool's gold, of course," he told himself to calm his wildly
racing pulse. "Just think of it as fool's gold, so you won't be
disappointed again. Or it could be cheap copper. So don't get excited
—yet."
Timkin reached the yellow body, fumbled with his pick and finally
chipped off a piece. He noticed it sheared off under the hard pick,
rather than chipped. He dared to hope it was soft gold. And when he
held the bit to his visor....
"Gold!"
He said the one word quietly. Then he sat down on the lump,
shaken.
"Gold," he repeated. "I hit it—gold! My bonanza! My dream for ten
years!"
It was minutes before he could control his shaking nerves and allow
the warm glow of exultation to spread through him like wine, giving
him new strength. He arose and, like a bird, made a circle around
the lump, using his reaction pistol. He estimated its weight as a
thousand pounds, earth measure. Then he stopped to stand on it
again, a king on an island.
"Of course, it ain't pure gold," Timkin told himself. "But it looks like
about fifty percent pure. They say the first moon before it exploded
didn't have many seas to dissolve and thin out ore deposits. So I can
figure about five hundred pounds of gold. At the pegged rate of
thirty-seven SS-dollars an ounce...."
Timkin's head was too light and buzzy to reach the total.
"But I'm rich," he exulted. "Filthy rich. Gold is even more valuable
today than it used to be on earth in the old days."
Then, still laughing, Huck Larsoe shoved the mass of gold to his own
ship, his reaction pistol streaming red flame behind him. He turned
his mocking face.
"I ain't even going to kill you, Timkin, like I could. No need going to
the trouble. It's still your word against mine, back at Titan. You ain't
got a ghost of a chance to prove this is your find."
Slowly Timkin rocketed back to his own ship. He watched Larsoe
stow the gold in his hold and cast out a mess of fossil bones, lumps
of coal, bits of machinery and pieces of carved stone.
"Here, Timkin," Larsoe chortled. "You can have this other junk of
mine now. It'll help you pay for your trip, anyways. See? I ain't such a
bad guy at heart."
And with a mocking laugh, Larsoe slipped into his cabin lock. A
moment later his ship rocketed away and was lost in black space,
leaving a broken old man behind.
Timkin floated beside his ship for long bitter minutes without the
energy to do anything. Ten years of searching and hope wasted—ten
years of hardship and toil. Fate had at last rewarded him with a
magnificent bonanza—and then had kicked him in the teeth.
Timkin was on the verge of madness. For a moment he thought of
opening his reaction pistol wide, gunning straight for the ring bodies
and seeking peace and eternal rest there.