Works in Indian ink, Indian ink wash, gouache, marker & pencil
James Joyce famously met Marcel Proust at the Majestic Hotel, Paris, in 1922, not long before Proust’s death. By all accounts Joyce was drunk, but there was little to no agreement on just what two of the century’s greatest writers discussed (apart from it being very little and generally banal). Neither had ever read the other’s work. In the above illustration, Proust’s ‘Salut” (rather than the expected ‘Santé’) and Joyce’s deafness to the solecism accentuates the complete lack of interest each held for the other. Irish art critic and friend of Joyce, Arthur Power observed: “Here are the two greatest literary figures of our time meeting and they ask each other if they like truffles.” Except that they probably did not, because no one account of their brief exchange jibes with another.
EZRA POUND & JOHN S SUMNER
Sumner was the Secretary of State for the Suppression of Vice (New York) and was a key figure in obstructing the early publication of Ulysses in America. His words here form a direct quote. Pound’s words are from a letter to Joyce on the issue.
WYNDHAM LEWIS & T S ELIOT
This exchange between the two writers is taken directly from Lewis’s account of their discussion with regards Joyce’s character. Here, Joyce is fittingly modelled after Sir Thomas Lawrence’s great painting of Satan/Lucifer, now on permanent display at London’s Royal Academy. However Joyce’s headgear in this image differs markedly from Satan’s in the painting: it is the Latin quarter hat favoured by the young, self-consciously bohemian Joyce in Paris. (In the Telemachus episode of Ulysses, Mulligan throws Stephen the hat as they prepare to depart the Martello tower for the day. And in the Proteus episode Stephen reflects on his Parisian days and affected sartorial habits: “My Latin quarter hat. God, we simply must dress the character. I want puce gloves.”)
SAMUEL BECKETT & FREDERICK WARBURG
The publisher Frederick Warburg – best known for championing George Orwell – reputedly uttered these words concerning Beckett’s novel Watt, which he did not take on … a decision he perhaps soon came to regret. Beckett had very little to say about Joyce’s Ulysses – “a piece of virtuosity upon which it does not seem possible to improve” in the words of the critic Hugh Kenner. But as Kenner went on to observe: “Beckett’s first step … was to commence where Ulysses left off, with the comedy of inventory. … He does this in Watt … and Watt’s point of departure is the Ithaca episode of Ulysses [in which] Joyce produces the great scientific catechism, in which all empirical data of the book get revolved before the reader.” (The Stoic Comedians, 1964.) And so Beckett has Watt advance “due east” by turning “his bust as far as possible towards the north and at the same time to fling out his right leg as far as possible towards the south, and then to turn his bust as far as possible towards the south and at the same time to fling out his left leg as far as possible towards the north” (and so on), in direct homage to Leopold Bloom’s entry into his house. (No wonder Warburg was confounded.)
SIGMUND FREUD & CARL JUNG
Carl Jung wrote a less than kind introduction for a German edition of Ulysses which, though never published, did little to endear him to Joyce and his circle. Joyce referred to Jung as the Swiss Tweedledum to Freud’s Viennese Tweedledee, and had little public time or respect for psychoanalysis. However, his private correspondence reveals a playful interest in its application to his own life and dreams. In later years, Joyce would develop great esteem for Jung for the latter’s treatment of his daughter Lucia.
LOUIS ARAGON & WALTER BENJAMIN
As Catherine Flynn writes, with reference to her recent book, James Joyce and the Matter of Paris (CUP 2019): “Joyce’s work illustrates the power of literature as social critique and counterforce. His writing impacted on his French contemporaries in crucial ways that have gone unnoticed. … It was in this milieu that he met the young writer Louis Aragon who was inspired by the Circe chapter to write the first Surrealist novel, Paysan de Paris, or Paris Peasant. Aragon’s novel in turn prompted the Frankfurt School theorist Walter Benjamin … to begin his Passagen-Werk or Arcades Project, a huge study of the impact of capitalism on the city. Aragon’s and Benjamin’s works develop in different ways Joyce’s exploration of the capacity of sensory experience to resist the pressures of capitalism and to lead to an awareness of social truths.” (The Irish Times, Wed. Nov 6. 2019.)
Original publisher of Ulysses, Sylvia Beach is no longer the once unsung hero(ine) of the James Joyce saga, given the recent studies devoted to her, not least Noel Riley Fitch’s excellent Sylvia Beach And The Lost Generation (1983), as well as her own book Shakespeare and Company, and published correspondence. Praise and celebration of Sylvia Beach cannot be sung loudly enough, so integral was she to the successful launch and reception (however turbulent) of Joyce’s Ulysses. Her intelligence, resolve, perseverance, tolerance and finally her kindness must never be forgotten.
Joyce’s quick-witted, no-nonsense wife finally got a biography of her own in the form of Brenda Maddox’s Nora. Here, her words are those cited in Richard Ellmann’s biography of Joyce: “Generally, as Budgen and Suter observed, Nora handled Joyce as if he were still half a child, and his book as if it were child’s play of a rather disgusting kind. Once when they came to call she greeted them with the words, ‘My husband is writing a book; I tell you [this for the benefit of Suter, whose English, like her German, was poor] das buch ist ein Schwein.'”
At times, when drunk, a sometimes prickly Joyce would call upon his occasional drinking buddy Hemingway to “deal with” his potential (and often imagined) assailant. Joyce’s neologisms here are his own. The cat’s ‘miaow’ is the cat’s cry in Ulysses (…on which Bloom reflects: “They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we understand them.”).
It is well documented that Woolf struggled with Ulysses (as well as with Joyce himself – snobbery was a factor) and confessed to finding the book something of a boring slog. But some scholars are in agreement that much of that was down to sheer jealousy, as Woolf wanted to be the one spearheading the modernist movement with her work, specifically – at this time – “Mrs Dalloway In Bond Street” (as it was known before publication). All of Woolf’s words here are from her letters.
“(Stein) did not want to talk about Anderson’s works any more than she would about Joyce. If you brought up Joyce twice, you would not be invited back. It was like mentioning one general favourably to another general.” – Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast. Suspended from ‘General’ Joyce’s big toe is a black potato (a nod to Bloom’s good luck charm) and a bar of lemon soap which Bloom picks up at Sweny’s pharmacy with the promise to pay Mr Sweny later, which he fails to do. (The soap appears further on in Ulysses in the hallucinatory Circe episode and declaims: “We’re a capital couple are Bloom and I;/He brightens the earth, I polish the sky.”)
Dante’s caricature here is inspired by Botticelli’s famous painting of the poet. Joyce revered Dante and issues of exile plagued them both. Dante is seated on the Baptistery of St John, Florence; Joyce on the Martello tower in Dublin, with which Ulysses opens. Each quotes from the other’s greatest work on the question of exile. The Italian reads: “You shall leave everything you love most dearly; this is the arrow that the bow of exile shoots first.” (As uttered in Paradiso 17 by Cacciaguida.)
Picasso could be famously sharp towards anyone he considered a rival.
D H LAWRENCE
Lawrence’s pose is modelled after that of Adam by Italian Renaissance artist and sculptor Tullio Lombardo. Lawrence thought Joyce’s treatment of sex regressive, hence the fig leaf is here replaced with an image of Joyce’s head. A stack of Lawrence’s best-known titles (and those most concerned with the vital issue of sex as he struggled to address it) is substituted for the biblical Tree of Knowledge. Unlike Adam’s, the apple Lawrence holds has been eaten to the core.
W B YEATS
The quote here is taken directly from George Russell’s account of the meeting between a very young Joyce and the much older Yeats. The story is somewhat apocryphal but lives on. The gorgonzola sandwich on the table is a nod to one of Leopold Bloom’s favourite meals at the Davey Byrnes pub in Dublin, still served today.
JUDGE JOHN M WOOLSEY
In America, Judge Woolsey ruled that Ulysses was not pornographic, clearing the way for its publication in the United States. Woolsey’s words are still considered witty today. Here, the setting of a debauched Roman banquet serves Woolsey’s sentiments well. Joyce’s face has been suitably ‘Romanised’.
F SCOTT FITZGERALD
Fitzgerald considered Joyce an absolute genius and personal hero. At a dinner party hosted by Sylvia Beach, he got down on one knee and pronounced these words. He also drew a childish sketch of Joyce and the table, with Beach and her partner as mermaids, their tails stretched out beneath the table, reproduced – with some liberty – here.
A very young Joyce wrote to Ibsen setting out his reasons for considering him one of the greatest writers of his time. Ibsen replied through his British agent. The Norwegian means “generous” or “benevolent”, as he described Joyce’s praise and esteem. Ibsen is portrayed as an Eurasian sea or White-tailed eagle, common in Norway.
ITALO SVEVO (ETTORE SCHMITZ)
Joyce gave the much older Italian writer English lessons at the Berlitz school in Trieste. At the time, Svevo had had very little success as a writer and was working for his father-in-law’s ship painting company, which supplied marine paint for barnacles, hence the childish riff here on Nora Barnacle’s name and old film comedy, with Joyce playing the role of Groucho Marx (whom he would reference later in Finnegans Wake).
Joyce’s great esteem for – and, some might say, his irrational obsession with – the Irish tenor John Sullivan, inspired him to promote the latter in a series of odd and sometimes chaotic ways (as illustrated here with self-indulgent exaggeration). At a Sullivan-starring performance of Guillaume Tell at the Paris Opéra, Joyce shouted the above words (and two very different sentiments, slightly conflated in time in this drawing) in a calculated ‘gesture’ to bring as much notoriety to both the evening and the singer’s performance. It worked. The press reported the incident. Ellmann recounts how Joyce next went on to put pressure on Sir Thomas Beecham through none other than Nancy Cunard, whom he had never before met, to promote Sullivan’s career.
T S ELIOT
Eliot greatly admired Joyce (with some reservations) and read ‘episodes’ from Ulysses long before it was published. Eliot presented Joyce with a gift of shoes and a coat from Ezra Pound, just prior to dining with him and Wyndham Lewis and the editor Fritz Vanderpyl in Paris. Most of Eliot’s words in the above illustration are taken from his letters – not to forget the famous (and often mis-quoted) line from his essay on Massinger: “Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.” Eliot loved to dance, particularly the Foxtrot, for which he can perhaps be seen limbering up here.
CHARLES STEWART PARNELL – 1
Parnell was a hero in the fight for Irish Home Rule until brought down by his affair with the separated but still legally married Katharine ‘Kitty’ O’Shea. Joyce revered Parnell and never forgave his fellow countrymen for what he considered their betrayal of a great man. When only nine years old Joyce penned Et Tu, Healy, soon afterwards published by Joyce’s proud father, no admirer of the Catholic Church and its role in Parnell’s downfall (Tim Healy was Parnell’s presumed betrayer to the Church). Heated discussions about Parnell occur in Joyce’s Dubliners and Portrait. In the Eumaeus episode of Ulysses, Bloom briefly recounts how he returned Parnell’s hat to him in a scuffle: “He saw him once on the auspicious occasion when they broke up the type in the Insuppressible or was it United Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and, in point of fact, handed him his silk hat when he was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip: what’s bred in the bone.”