is among the most modernistic of the narrative techniques in
The story of the human body for Joyce is also the story of the artist's incorporation, that is of the artist's making his total experience the story of the race and all its extensions in time and space. Stephen Dedalus began the process by inscribing his name in the flyleaf of his geography book in Portrait, and then imagining how he might extend to the far -773- reaches of the universe. In Finnegans Wake, Shem the Penman sums up his own career in the same way, as
the first till last alshemist wrote over every square inch of the only foolscap available, his own body, till by its corrosive sublimation one continuous present tense integument slowly unfolded all marry voising moodmoulded cyclewheeling history (thereby, he said, reflecting from his own individual person life unlivable, transaccidentated through the slow fires of consciousness into a dividual chaos, perilous, potent, common to allflesh, human only, mortal).
Shem's words track the course first set by the untested artist at the end of Portrait, who hopes to encounter 'for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.'
Part of Stephen's difficulty, however, is that he is listed in Joyce's detailed schematic notesheets for Ulysses as 'having no body.' To have 'no body' for Joyce is not only to lack substance but to lack insight into the tangible resources of life, including a key notion in Joyce's fiction, the need for sexual sustenance. In the kind of aesthetic progress Joyce imagines, the artist first needs a muse in order to image a body, a muse represented in
As for Stephen Dedalus in
Earlier in the day, Joyce asks the question about feminine sustenance for Stephen in light of Dedalus's own question to himself about the sexual component of Shakespeare's poems and plays and about his own -774- ascendant sexual star-'Who will woo you?… Where's your configuration?' This is a question that had lingered from Portrait of the Artist when Stephen thought of himself, 'But him no woman's eyes had wooed.' Without a muse, a subject, a woman, and an inspiration, there is no writing. In the Wandering Rocks episode of Ulysses, Stephen imagines the advice books on the rack in the middle of the city, and centers on the one most appropriate for him: 'How to soften chapped hands. Recipe for white wine vinegar. How to win a woman's love. For me this.'
It is a matter of considerable importance to Ulysses that Joyce designates «Penelope» (that is, Molly Bloom) in his schematic notesheets as muse for the first part of Ulysses (Stephen's chapters) even though she only appears in the last. Molly Bloom herself makes the connection implicit in
For the fledgling artist-even if the context of the day has not fully settled in his mind-the feminine style and substance of the Penelope episode is a potential resource, the body of material upon which to begin. In art the beginning cannot be conceived until the end is imagined. 'Done. Begin!' is the way Joyce phrases it in the Sirens episode. Stephen must at some point register a sense of how the intellect and the body serve each other in life and in art in order to benefit from the inspiration of his muse, who comes at him «rere» first. The same muse is very much present in Finnegans Wake: 'Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clotheiring are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere?'
Joyce continues the motif in Finnegans Wake, also recognizing the human comedy involved. The artist's muse is very personal, so the writer appeals for one in a newspaper 'personal.' The advertisement -775- serves as another portrait of the artist in his pursuit of a feminine muse for the express purpose of helping the exiled writer represent city life in Dublin, Joyce's sustaining focus from 1904.
[Jymes wishes to hear from wearers of abandoned female costumes, gratefully received, wadmel jumper, rather full pair of culottes and onthergarmenteries, to start city life together. His jymes is out of job, would sit and write. He has lately commited one of the then commandments but she will now assist. Superior built, domestic, regular layer. Also got the boot. He appreciates it. Copies. ABORTISEMENT.]
Joyce has substituted his own name for that of Dedalus and Shem, but for any artist it is axiomatic that he or she must draw from the personal experiences that life offers, many of them intimate and some of them perverse. Issy in the Wake actually asks her father-writer ('ye auchtor'), 'Did you really never in all our cantalang lives speak clothse to a girl's before?' Speaking clothes and speaking close to a girl are something of the same thing in Joyce's sexual aesthetics. Indeed, such proximities to the feminine characterize Leopold Bloom in
Joyce crafts for Bloom as his modern hero in
Such views do not necessarily make Joyce an ardent feminist. He did not take positions on feminist issues of his era; rather, he explored the feminine to increase the range of resources for the artist. Joyce was of the generation of Sigmund Freud and Krafft-Ebing, who felt less constraint than many of today's feminist critics would warrant in imagining the feminine from a male perspective. For Joyce the feminine is part of the story of the body, of human sexuality, of the bonds between man -776- and woman, parent and child, of the natural processes of life itself and of the processes of life that art imitates. That is why he minted for his fiction virtually every word, expression, motion made by his wife, Nora Barnacle, and displayed them in his key women characters, Gretta Conroy in 'The Dead,' Molly Bloom in
If Joyce's intent is to represent in fiction the full, rounded, masculine/ feminine lives of his characters, why does he so artfully (and some would say artificially) design Ulysses to include elaborate parallels to the plot and events of the Homeric Odyssey? Though there are exceptions-the story 'A Painful Case' in Dubliners or Portrait of the Artist-Joyce's works do not usually gain their epic dimension by the depiction of actions that evolve over long periods of time. Most of Joyce's narratives extend no more than a day and a night. In fact, Ulysses has been called, with a certain aptness, a day in the life of a Victorian novel. Considered solely in terms of its Irish subjects and locale, Joyce's work is consistent with the realist agenda of nineteenth-century fiction where characters of some