Ehrlich, 'Araby'
Ehrlich, 'Araby'
Ehrlich, 'Araby'
Mangan
Author(s): Heyward Ehrlich
Source: James Joyce Quarterly , Winter - Spring, 1998, Vol. 35, No. 2/3, ReOrienting
Joyce (Winter - Spring, 1998), pp. 309-331
Published by: University of Tulsa
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I had just got off the train at Lansdowne Road when I spied him.
The train used to draw in on the main line and then go into a sid
ing to let off visitors to the bazaar. It was a Saturday night. When
we reached the bazaar it was just clearing up. It was very late. I
lost Joyce in the crowd, but I could see that he was disheartened
over something. I recall, too, that Joyce had had some difficulty
for a week or so previously in extracting the money for the
bazaar from his parent.6
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There must be something in the name of Araby that causes the divine
afflatus to descend upon those who study its manners and customs.
Moore's "Lallah Rookh/' with its resplendent and vivid imagery and
perfect poetry was the wonder of the age, for the Irish songster's expe
rience of the East was confined to his reading of the Arabian Nights and
Oriental literature generally. With the advent of Araby in Dublin there
has been a passion for producing Arabian poetry and music.48
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East and West meet in that personality (we know how); images inter
weave there like soft, luminous scarves and words ring like brilliant
mail, and whether the song is of Ireland or of Istambol it has the same
refrain. . . . Vittoria Colonna and Laura and Beatrice?even she upon
whose face many lives have cast that shadowy delicacy, as of one who
broods upon distant terrors and riotous dreams, and that strange still
ness before which love is silent, Mona Lisa?embody one chivalrous
idea. (OV78-79)55
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