Literary fiction Short stories Paralysis Epiphany Escape Betrayal Social critique
Dubliners is a collection of fifteen short stories written by James Joyce and published in 1914.
These stories fairly realistically describe life for the lower and middle classes in Dublin at the turn of the 20th century. Joyce reflects and criticizes the mental, cultural and social paralysis of the city's population, and blames it on the mandates of the British Empire and the Catholic Church.
These works are written shortly before Irish independence, achieved in 1921, and reflect the rise of Irish nationalism and the search of the Irish for their national identity.
The stories follow a timeline, starting with stories of youth and progressing in age to culminate in the story "The Dead".
These are the stories included in the book:
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Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic who contributed to the modernist avant-garde movement.
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One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
- The Dead
She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed.
- A Mother
I wanted real adventure to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
- An Encounter
I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
- Araby