James Joyce Picked Drunken Fights, Then Hid Behind Ernest Hemingway


Ernest Hem­ing­manner appeared to feud with many of the promi­nent male artists of his time, from Wal­lace Stevens and T.S. Eliot to F. Scott Fitzger­ald. He had a “very unusual rela­tion­ship” with Orson Welles—the 2 got here to blows at the very least as soon as—and he report­ed­ly slapped Max East­man within the face with a e book. All his blus­ter and brava­do make his heat good friend­ship with James Joyce appear all of the extra comment­ready. They’re a lit­er­ary odd cou­ple if ever there was one: Joyce the labyrinthine thinker of Byzan­tine ideas and cre­ator of sym­bol­ic sys­tems so dense they con­sti­tute a whole discipline of examine; phys­i­cal­ly weak and—regardless of his infa­mous automotive­nal appetites—intel­lec­tu­al­ly monk­ish, Joyce exem­pli­fies the artist as a reclu­sive con­tem­pla­tive. Hem­ing­manner, on the oth­er hand, effectively… we all know his rep­u­ta­tion.

Hemingway’s 1961 obit­u­ary in The New York Instances char­ac­ter­ized Joyce as “a skinny, wispy and unmus­cled man with defec­tive eye­sight” (per­haps the results of a syphilis infec­tion), and in addition notes that the 2 writ­ers “did a cer­tain quantity of drink­ing togeth­er” in Paris. Because the nar­ra­tor of the uncommon movie clip of Joyce informs us above, the Ulysses writer would choose drunk­en fights, then duck behind his burly good friend and say, “Cope with him, Hem­ing­manner. Cope with him.” (That scene additionally will get males­tioned in The Instances obit­u­ary.) Hem­ing­manner, who con­vinced him­self at one time he had the mak­ings of an actual pugilist, was like­ly hap­py to oblige. Joyce, writes Hem­ing­manner biog­ra­ph­er James R. Mel­low, “was an admir­er of Hemingway’s adven­tur­ous way of life” and wor­ried aloud that his books have been too “sub­ur­ban” subsequent to these of his good friend, of whom he mentioned in a Dan­ish inter­view, “he’s an excellent author, Hem­ing­manner. He writes as he’s… there’s way more behind Hemingway’s type than peo­ple know.”

Joyce, notes Ken­neth Schyler Lynn in Hem­ing­manner, actual­ized that “nei­ther as a person nor as an artist was [Hem­ing­way] as sim­ple as he appeared,” although he additionally remarked that Hem­ing­manner was “a giant pow­er­ful peas­ant, as robust as a buf­fa­lo. A sports activities­man. And able to reside the life he writes about. He would nev­er have writ­ten it if his physique had not allowed him to reside it.” One detects greater than a touch of Hem­ing­manner in Joycean char­ac­ters like Dublin­ers’ Igna­tious Gal­la­her or Ulysses’ Hugh “Blazes” Boylan—robust, adven­tur­ous varieties who over­awe intro­vert­ed foremost char­ac­ters. That’s to not say that Joyce explic­it­ly drew on Hem­ing­manner in con­struct­ing his fic­tion, however that within the boast­ful, out­go­ing Amer­i­can, he noticed what lots of his semi-auto­bi­o­graph­i­cal char­ac­ters did of their extra bull­ish counterparts—a nat­ur­al foil.

Hem­ing­manner returned Joyce’s com­pli­ments, writ­ing to Sher­wooden Ander­son in 1923, “Joyce has a most god-damn gained­der­ful e book” and professional­nounc­ing Joyce “the nice­est author on the earth.” He was “unques­tion­ably… stag­gered,” writes Lynn, “by the mul­ti­lay­ered wealthy­ness” of Ulysses. However its den­si­ty could have confirmed an excessive amount of for him, as “his inter­est within the sto­ry gave out effectively earlier than he fin­ished it.” In Hem­ing­manner’s copy of the nov­el, “solely the pages of the primary half and of Mol­ly Bloom’s con­clud­ing solil­o­quy are minimize.” Hem­ing­manner tem­pered his reward with some blunt crit­i­cism; not like Joyce’s reward of his writ­ing, the Amer­i­can didn’t admire Joyce’s ten­den­cy in the direction of auto­bi­og­ra­phy within the char­ac­ter of Stephen Dedalus.

“The weak­ness of Joyce,” Hem­ing­manner opined, was his inabil­i­ty to below­stand that “the one writ­ing that was any good was what you made up, what you imag­ined… Daedalus [sic] in Ulysses was Joyce him­self, so he was ter­ri­ble. Joyce was so rattling roman­tic and intel­lec­tu­al.” In fact Stephen Dedalus was Joyce—that a lot is evident to any­one. How Hem­ing­manner, who did his utmost to enact his fic­tion­al adven­tures and fic­tion­al­ize his actual life, may fault Joyce for doing the identical is tough to reck­on, besides per­haps, as Joyce cer­tain­ly felt, Hem­ing­manner led the extra adven­tur­ous life.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

James Joyce Reads a Pas­sage From Ulysses, 1924

Vir­ginia Woolf Writes About Joyce’s Ulysses, “Nev­er Did Any Ebook So Bore Me,” and Quits at Web page 200

Ernest Hem­ing­technique to F. Scott Fitzger­ald: “Kiss My Ass”

James Joyce’s “Soiled Let­ters” to His Spouse (1909)

Josh Jones is a author and musi­cian based mostly in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness



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