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of Darkness
The
Homer epics and King Arthur legends have protagonists who overcome difficulties
and succeed in becoming a complete manly figure. Initially weak, flawed figures
improve themselves by winning over adversary and fully maturing. However,
modern day readers cannot sympathize or feel for those characters, at least
less than how we used to. Why? Because we know that maturity comes not from
victories, but from failures that make us realize how small we are….
In
such sense, classifying “Araby” as a modernist literature is quite appropriate.
Unlike conventional novels or heroic epics that portray unrealistic victories,
it carefully delineates the slow process of realization that a boy goes
through. Through the course of action, the young protagonist experiences a slow
yet painful death of its innocence and fantasy. While despising the world of
adults, he notices that he is not much different from those adults, and that he
is actually similar to them. Instead of the expected en—“light”—enment, he
witnesses a fading of the light.
The
protagonist explains his love as something holy and divine. He sings her name
as “strange prayers and praises which” he himself does not understand. His “body
was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon
wires.” This imagery conjures a striking contrast with the description of
streets he live in that is filled with “barrels of pigs’ cheeks” and “the nasal
chanting of street-singers.” The protagonist admits that “[h]er image
accompanied” him “even in places the most hostile to romance,” indicating the
notion that his environments and other people were a mismatch with his
seemingly pure romance.
But
a close reader can realize a discrepancy between the protagonist’s opinion on
his own love and the reality of his sexual desire. The narrative description
from the protagonist’s point of view is rather sexual. It follows the order of
seeing a woman’s body by a typical man. The protagonist sees the silver
bracelet go “round and round her wrist,” catches his breath when he sees the “white
curve of neck” and notices “the white border of a petticoat.” The part in which
“the white border of a petticoat” appears is self-explanatorily sexual. The
concentrated depiction of joints such as neck or wrist indicates that he is not
looking at the girl as a whole; he is displaying a fetishistic sexual desire of
the girl’s body. As psychoanalyst Jaques Lacan notes, true love of an individual
is constituted of the observation of the lover as a connected whole, not a fetishistic
sum of hip, breast, waist and lips. The sexual description by the boy raises
doubt upon his “romance.”
The
adventure of bringing something from Araby is hardly epic. The protagonist
realizes that he does not have any source of income, so that he has to rely on
his drunkard uncle for a florin. This realization is evident when he intentionally
makes noise with coins to indicate that he has money towards the cashiers. Also,
he has to ride “alone in the bare carriage” beside an “improvised platform.”
There is nothing grand or special in the ride. Most importantly, he sees “a
young lady……laughing with two young gentlemen.” It is heavily suggested that
they are flirting, just like how the boy intended to do with his crush. It is
possible that he realizes the absence of difference between them and himself.
He
is dismissed and disregarded by the flirting group of men and woman. The
cashier’s “tone of……voice was not encouraging,” for it seemed that she has “spoken
to me out of a sense of duty.” He is not considered a sexual equal by the
cashier; he is just a little kid. He manages to “murmur[ed]” that he does not
need help, when he actually needed one. His sense of failure and sexual
subjugation make his “eyes burn[ed] with anguish and anger.” The interesting
part here is that what the boy despises is actually what he is. Therefore, he
does not feel sudden en—light—enment, but identifies himself as a part of
darkness that he hates so much. Therefore the light goes off, telling the boy that
he too is a part of the darkness, no different.
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From a distance, James Joyce’s “Araby” might appear as a short story
depicting a child’s pure love. After all, when the nameless narrator depicts
the protagonist as an innocent boy trying to buy something for his lover, the
readers may expect to see a stereotypical praise of true love. This notion is
especially suggested when the boy describes his lover as a holy being as he
hears “strange prayers” because of his love. However, on the other hand, the
narrator shows instances of the boy looking at the girl as a sexual object. A
reader can realize a discrepancy between the protagonist’s opinion on his own
love and the reality of his sexual desire. The narrative description from the
protagonist’s point of view is rather sexual. It follows the order of seeing a
woman’s body by a typical man. The protagonist sees the silver
bracelet go “round and round her wrist,” catches his breath when he sees the
“white curve of neck” and notices “the white border of a petticoat.” The part
in which “the white border of a petticoat” appears is self-explanatorily
sexual. The concentrated depiction of joints such as neck or wrist indicates
that he is not looking at the girl as a whole; he is displaying a fetishistic
sexual desire of the girl’s body. Not only that, His “all…senses seemed to
desire to veil themselves” indicates that he had desire for the girl. The
sexual description by the boy raises doubt upon his pure “romance.” Therefore, Araby shows how there are no such thing
as pure, romantic love even within a young child. Joyce shatters the idealist
image of pure love by diminishing it even from a young child.
Excellent. Impeccable for the most part. Your first essay (unassigned as such) reflects the purpose of the exercise in the first place. Very tight concise analysis that shows something new. I never thought the boy was so disjointed with own "machismo" so much as he was critical of the three flirters and what they symbolize. But you are right. Perhaps it has more to do with his lack of competitiveness. But isn't that too easy for Joyce? It is wonderfully muddled.
답글삭제Good work! But why the weird white strip?