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      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 08:33:23 -0700</pubDate>
      <title>Not Quite a Bang or a Whimper - The Sun Sets on Dubliners</title>
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	&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;The official period of the Motley Reading of &lt;i&gt;Dubliners&lt;/i&gt; is over. I suspect there are quite a few more postcards and cards winging their way around that have yet to be shared... I hope that recipients find the time to share them since that was one of the more interesting aspects of the project for this snail mail devotee.&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider Motley Read a qualified success, and I thank everyone who took part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned a few things along the way:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- I learned that an unstructured reading group (a book un-club, as someone put it) using the &amp;quot;small pieces loosely joined&amp;quot; idea, allowing those who wanted to take part to do so in the media and space(s) they felt most comfortable in, can work... and work well!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- The speed at which participation in the reading took off surprised me (I was hoping to get 2-3 other people involved)... as did the precipitous nature of the decline over the last few weeks. I attribute most of this to characteristics common to ventures of this kind in any medium: the choice of reading material, participants&amp;#39; lack of time, and a practical reality about reading (for most people). In order:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dubliners&lt;/i&gt; is a difficult book. There were times I felt I was enduring it as much as I was reading it. I found it adequately rewarding, but there was a pretty high cost in time and attention needed to get to that point. I finished the book (just as I remembered, &amp;quot;The Dead&amp;quot; was fantastic, but I haven&amp;#39;t had time to write anything about it), but I also kind of feel that it nearly finished me.&lt;p /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;Time is the enemy of activities like the Motley Reading. People just don&amp;#39;t have enough of it. Not only that, but the quality of the time that is available often doesn&amp;#39;t lend itself to the kind of intellectual effort needed to pay close attention to stories like those in Dubliners, in which that which can be easily summarized-- the plot and basic nature of the characters-- is relatively unimportant. To their immense credit, those who did find the time contributed in amazing ways. The quality of the reading-- the insight and observations-- was, frankly, astounding.&lt;p /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;idea &lt;/i&gt;of reading and the &lt;i&gt;idea &lt;/i&gt;of participating in a discussion about that reading is often more attractive than the &lt;i&gt;reality&lt;/i&gt; of those activities. The best intentions, etc., etc., etc.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- I re-learned the power of both lightweight social networks and &amp;quot;old&amp;quot; stand-bys. Twitter played a major role in communicating the idea initially, but the mechanics of getting things rolling depended on good old-fashioned email.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- As a platform for creating a participatory group, Posterous rocks. Dead simple, capable (enough), and stable. Sometimes, perhaps most of the time, an application like Posterous-- which falls somewhere in between the highly-capable, highly-technical blogging platforms and the too-simple, too-lightweight mechanisms of micro-blogging and social network systems-- proves to be the worst of the various systems it borrows from. Posterous manages to find a rare sweet spot and I can&amp;#39;t recommend it highly enough (warts and all).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- The gardener/curator role I played in the reading (beyond the simple organizational activities) is key... the cost of distributed participation comes in the form of effort needed to keep people aware of each others&amp;#39; contributions. It&amp;#39;s not difficult, but it is necessary.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;d love to continue the Motley Reading. Perhaps after National Poetry Month is over I&amp;#39;ll consider it... unless someone else would like to take over as gardener... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
	
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 00:20:22 -0700</pubDate>
      <title>Bookends</title>
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	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49021451@N00/392730920/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/392730920_c9ab034bb6.jpg" border="0" height="377" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like an endurance event, I feel my reading mind falling across the finish line, reaching the last page of &lt;i&gt;The Dubliners&lt;/i&gt;. Like running, which I really do not enjoy while doing it, there is a lot to be said of accomplishing the goal. I have to say my reading mind has been opened by not only the book, but the loose collaboration achieved in this online group.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of those last few stories were marathons in themselves, like &lt;i&gt;Ivy Day&lt;/i&gt;.Sitting here over the finish line, though, I am thinking of the bookend stories, from &lt;i&gt;The Sisters&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;The Dead&lt;/i&gt;. Before going into the latter, a few patterns noticed:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The early stories were shorter, and at least the first 2 or 3 were told from first person. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first few stories had repeated bits that connected back to the first story (the home fo the priest or his past presence), but that motif disappeared once we got to Eveline&amp;#39;s story. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;The latter stories not only grew in length, but also increased with the numbers of characters. Is that coincidence? Is it something of the vague timeline of aging shown through the pages- does life grow more involved, less simple, more imbued with a wider cast of characters as we get older?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like many of the other stories, I have leafed back and forth through it several times. Looking at the bookended stories that both on the surface dealt with death, in &lt;i&gt;The Sisters&lt;/i&gt; we have a real corpse, and grapple with the ways the characters are facing the end of life of the priest, perhaps finding out he was not who we thought he was. In The Dead, we are following people who appear to eb very much alive (again on the surface), but surrounded by the impending death that awaits them all, and a long ago death that seems to be enmeshed still with the living.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel is a stand out character. One one hand, he almost seems like an attractive character-- he seems to be the first of any characters that is self-aware, and questions his life, future, existence. He seems to be a person that should be of stature, he is educated, he sits at the head of the table, slices the meat, makes the big speech, organizes the cabs -- but he is a real shell. He fails at real communication with Lily, Miss Ivors, in fact he epicly fails. His earlier insinuate plans to say something revolutionary in his speech ends up like water downed platitudes. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He barely talks to or is around his wife Gretta during dinner, and does not even seem to see her as more than an object, until his swoon towards the end. What is it actually that kindles his momentary peak of passion? He lives the passion all in his mind, his love, if is is, like other aspects of this book, is paralyzed, and eventually squashed when Gretta reveals her still alive love for the long dead Michael Furey:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel felt humiliated by the failure of his irony and by the evocation of this figure from the dead, a boy in the gasworks. While he had been full of memories of their secret life together, full of tenderness and joy and desire, she had been comparing him in her mind with another. A shameful consciousness of his own person assailed him. He saw himself as a ludicrous figure, acting as a pennyboy for his aunts, a nervous, well-meaning sentimentalist, orating to vulgarians and idealising his own clownish lusts, the pitiable fatuous fellow he had caught a glimpse of in the mirror. Instinctively he turned his back more to the light lest she might see the shame that burned upon his forehead.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But even Gretta&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;love&amp;quot; for this person from the past seems suspect- she says &amp;quot;I think he died for me&amp;quot; like Michael died out of unrequited love, but it was said he died of illness. Two people who think in their minds they have loved, and they have not? What could be more paralyzed than Gabriel and Gretta as a couple? There is no clue as to what causes the frei to stir in Gabriel, lest it is him seeing clearly how paralyzed he was?&lt;p /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart and went coursing in warm flood along his arteries. Like the tender fire of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory. He longed to recall to her those moments, to make her forget the years of their dull existence together and remember only their moments of ecstasy. For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul or hers. Their children, his writing, her household cares had not quenched all their souls&amp;#39; tender fire.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;m wondering really who is dead here. The people at this party go through all the motions of a lively evening, but it seems stilted and reeks of dust and coffins.There is the formal ness of music, and people giving polite lip service to the musicians/singers. There was that long, ornate description of the food, which to me sounds more alive than the people in the room.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(another side oddity was Mr Brown always referring to  Freddy Malins as &amp;quot;Teddy&amp;quot;?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel thinks he feels love seeing Gretta sleeping, but he more feels his own &amp;quot;death&amp;quot; in life as he sees her as someone in love with someone who died long ago- he sees Gretta as being among the walking dead?? But Gabriel seems just as dead in life too. And thus, he sweeps grander, as the snow falls, falls just the same on the living as the dead.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with that, does Joyce then paint all of this country as dead, even the living, through all of the flawed characters of this book? I&amp;#39;m still wrestling to what the over all message is; certainly not uplifting like a Hollywood movie, but even in its grim-ness, it speaks to me in a way that wants to be most &amp;quot;un-dead&amp;quot; in life.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62213282@N00/4158369162/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4158369162_5247a5d960.jpg" border="0" height="500" width="482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
	
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      <title>Another Jared Original</title>
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	It says something about me that the first thing I saw when I looked at this card was someone gouging out the veins in their wrist... looks like the race to win a Motley award in original art is heating up...&lt;p /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fncll/4460511685/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4460511685_3ea51fc16f.jpg" border="0" height="355" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fncll/4461291938/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/4461291938_68d7aeb54e.jpg" border="0" height="355" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
	
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      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 15:56:06 -0700</pubDate>
      <title>Imitataz!</title>
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	      &lt;p&gt;Received this beauty in the mail yesterday...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/5tein/4461190834/"&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt;
&lt;img alt="4461190834_e752d14b60" height="500" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/motleyread/4ENgDKCQb9v2Cv6sfZRhMGX7KtAtsB9vlOmFHD6hcHX9GSWrqi5w2wFZWgmg/4461190834_e752d14b60.jpg" width="356" /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's a postcard from hinting at what may be my favorite story in "Dubliners" so far: "A Painful Case". Who is it from? "The Imitator", apparently!&lt;/p&gt;
	
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	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32563803@N00/2219947571/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/2219947571_2b834f251b.jpg" border="0" height="378" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p /&gt;or maybe the mail.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mystery hopefully reveal itself soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it still art?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8037877@N03/2178325199/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2388/2178325199_c560169d95.jpg" border="0" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
	
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      <title>New cards from Lanny &amp; Jared</title>
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	Two new postcards that have come my way... have you posted yours?&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, another wonderful entry from Jared, showing off his mad drawing skills:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fncll/4435541195/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4435541195_2bef4e1683.jpg" border="0" height="357" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the front is a very Alaska-like scene:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fncll/4436314774/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2757/4436314774_8559a6ca6d.jpg" border="0" height="353" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Like Lanny, I too find the Motley Reading to be a good tonic (and his advice to continue on for a while is sound). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fncll/4436314472/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4436314472_69a6c2b1a7.jpg" border="0" height="339" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do the sheep on Lanny&amp;#39;s card signify?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fncll/4435540343/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2684/4435540343_3d3276850b.jpg" border="0" height="325" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
	
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      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 13:08:12 -0700</pubDate>
      <title>Dubliners - Meta Motley VII </title>
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	Welcome, &lt;b&gt;Elaine Larson&lt;/b&gt;, to this blog (soon, I hope) and to the snail mail list (if you need access to the list, let me know).&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latest &lt;i&gt;Dubliners&lt;/i&gt; action:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alan writes, insightfully, on &lt;a href="http://motleyread.posterous.com/about-as-far-as-one-can-be-from-araby"&gt;&amp;quot;A Painful Case&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://motleyread.posterous.com/who-is-maria"&gt;&amp;quot;Clay.&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; The latter story leaves him with a question that Jared attempts to answer... anyone else care to venture an answer?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Lanny also writes about &lt;a href="http://lanny-on-learn-tech.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-up-or-blocking-ourselves-out.html"&gt;&amp;quot;A Painful Case&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;, being on the outside looking in, and wanting this reading of &lt;i&gt;Dubliners&lt;/i&gt; to be over... &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Jared received &lt;a href="http://motleyread.posterous.com/another-postcard"&gt;a postcard about the lack of hope in &lt;i&gt;Dubliners&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;that has generated some conversation. Do you find &lt;i&gt;Dubliners&lt;/i&gt; ugly and depressing? If so, are there other rewards that make this price worth paying?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Sus discovered &lt;a href="http://www.iwritegood.com/jamesjoycefont.asp"&gt;a James Joyce typeface&lt;/a&gt; (and, bonus, a clip of Joyce reading from &lt;i&gt;Finnegans Wake&lt;/i&gt; is available on the same page... I&amp;#39;ve never made it more than about 50 pages into FW).&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Jared Stein continues his string of amazing postcards... or, as Alan puts it, &lt;a href="http://cogdogblog.com/2010/02/26/best-motley-postcard-evah/"&gt;Best. Motley. Postcard. Evah.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there are quite a few most postcards out there that have been received but not shared. If anyone has any technical issues, please let us know.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
	
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      <pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 18:25:00 -0800</pubDate>
      <title>About as Far as One Can Be From Araby</title>
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&lt;div&gt;And I thought the walking away from love of Eveline was far from Arabay-- in &lt;em&gt;A Painful Case&lt;/em&gt; I see that we can go much much farther away from the boundless (youthful) love described in Araby.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Duffy's life is described almost autopsy-like, and I picked up in the opening how it is painted in words as black and white&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;He had himself bought every article of furniture in the room: a black iron bedstead, an iron washstand, four cane chairs, a clothes-rack, a coal-scuttle, a fender and irons and a square table on which lay a double desk. A bookcase had been made in an alcove by means of shelves of white wood. The bed was clothed with white bedclothes and a black and scarlet rug covered the foot. A little hand-mirror hung above the washstand and during the day a white-shaded lamp stood as the sole ornament of the mantelpiece. The books on the white wooden shelves were arranged from below upwards according to bulk.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;So if Duffy is so wanting to be alone form the messiness of the world around him, in his self created island, the curios thing is what he seeks, because he does pursue the attention of Emily, and anyone reading the story cannot miss the clue that she is attracted to Duffy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;But Duffy was not on the cluetrain. Unlike the other stories where characters are in a state of paralysis created by the actions of others, Duffy has crafted his own paralysis.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;And Duffy does not really return the risked affection offered by Emily. He is not in love:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascend to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable loneliness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;What Duffy is in love with is Emily idolizing him and his austere pedestal. Can you say "fear of intimacy" any more so than:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;One of his sentences, written two months after his last interview with Mrs. Sinico, read: Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;So he walks away from Emily, or more apt, slams a door in her face. and resumes his monastical life for 4 years, until he learns of Emily's "Painful Case" which of course is no accident, her pain, a direct consequence of Duffy's fear/selfishness, led her to walk into a train. And Duffy, is he touched by this? Even Scrooge came around, but not Duffy, he actually looks farther down his nose at Emily, he is disgusted by her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Not merely had she degraded herself; she had degraded him. He saw the squalid tract of her vice, miserable and maladorous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;But that she could have sunk so low! Was it possible he had deceived himself so utterly about her? He remembered her outburst of that night and interpreted it in a harsher sense than he had ever done. He had no difficulty now in approving of the course he had taken....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;As the light failed and his memory began to wander he thought her hand touched his. The shock which had first attacked his stomach was now attacking his nerves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Duffy only expresses the lukest warm words of remorse, yet still finds complete moral&amp;nbsp;justification&amp;nbsp;in his choices. And in the end, pondering the train-- might he reach a real human emotion and jump in front himself?? -- No, he places Emily's memory on the train, and lets it run off in the distance, leaving him and his alone soul in "peace".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/76554872@N00/3669842585/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3669842585_d1298c2b4d.jpg" border="0" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Now I am feeling fairly sure this is the farthest we can go from Araby in how love can play out (or not) between two Dubliners.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;But I bet.... one could even go farther, and that looks really grim.&lt;p /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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      <pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 21:02:42 -0800</pubDate>
      <title>Who is Maria?</title>
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	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stinkiepinkie_infinity/3285328837/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3500/3285328837_78fdb0b1c9.jpg" border="0" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p /&gt;Like the other stories, reading &lt;i&gt;Clay&lt;/i&gt; was at least a two pass process. There seemed to be a face pace, a lot of people, movement, but I reah the end, and was scratching my head. Who &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; Maria and what really happened? &lt;p /&gt; For some reason I kept getting stuck on Joyce&amp;#39;s repeated description of her &amp;quot;nose almost touching her chin&amp;quot; which seems cartoonish, and exaggerated. Not physically possible, Why was this important? She seems to buss arounf with all the tiny tasks and duties she performs, all like clockwork precision (until she loses the plum cake, which wrecks the clock work).So she is always in motion doing-- but is she living? Isn&amp;#39;t that another variation of paralysis we even know today, that sens of always doing things (email, phone, twitter, facebook, email, twitter... ) but not really doing anything.&lt;p /&gt; So she operates in her world where she is pious and devoted and accomplishes everything, but she does not see her lack of ultimate precision (loses the cake, misunderstands the game, sings the song wrong). There is te Donnelly family which seems to treat her like an extra special family member, and they seem genuine, and there is a suggestion of a mother substitute relationship to Joe- but is this expressed warmth really love? duty? neighborly?&lt;p /&gt; And what is the whole clay bit about? I assume it is the substance placed in the bowl for her during the game, which sets her of guard 9and everyone else). Is clay messiness in her orderly minutiae filled life? Is it represent earth, death, the clay we go to?&lt;p /&gt; There is this crescendo of emotion that seems to build with her singing a song that touches Joe, who is restless himself with his place, his estranged brother... and the culmination of what might be a real human moment is focused on an unimportant object (the corkscrew).&lt;p /&gt; I see all these people as going through motions of life, without much feeling or awareness of it. It boils down to routines done on the outside, and emptiness on the inside.&lt;p /&gt;And yet, I am still confused with who Maria is- tormented empty vessel or a happy little package?
	
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      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 18:02:40 -0800</pubDate>
      <title>Another Postcard</title>
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&lt;p&gt;From a city I've never been but wish to go, with a msg that resonates with my own reading. And yet I find an aesthetic in this gritty, dark, often dreary depiction of normal lives. Everything is far from perfect; no one is as they imagine themselves to be; and yet they persist...&lt;/p&gt;
	
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      <pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 21:12:36 -0800</pubDate>
      <title>Best. Motley. Postcard. Evah.</title>
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	I got one too, Barbara! Amazing.&lt;p /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cogdog/4390862145/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2733/4390862145_5e2d16910a.jpg" border="0" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p /&gt;More about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cogdogblog.com/2010/02/26/best-motley-postcard-evah/"&gt;http://cogdogblog.com/2010/02/26/best-motley-postcard-evah/&lt;/a&gt;
	
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	        As I went into procrastination mode, instead of just getting those postcards written and posted, first I started wondering how to create my own personal font, which should not be overly complicated with some True Type inverter I guess - then I started to think about what James Joyce&amp;#39;s own handwriting would look like, which lead me to a reasonably smart eye catcher by an inspiring author, the &lt;a href="http://www.iwritegood.com"&gt;home for C.J. Renner&amp;#39;s writing - &lt;a href="http://www.iwritegood.com"&gt;www.iwritegood.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;He offers&amp;nbsp; two different fonts, one called James Joyce and another named Vincent van Gogh. Immediately I installed these two, and it is an amazing feeling to type with the almost original look of a genius :-) 
	
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	&lt;p&gt;I love the myriad directions the Motley Reading is going and know that most-- if not all-- of us still have some way to go with &lt;em&gt;Dubliners&lt;/em&gt;. I'd hate to move on or close up without anyone having a chance to reach the end and, in the process, have a chance to read and possibly share thoughts on what I think one of the finest short stories in the English language.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;So, I propose we extend the &lt;em&gt;Dubliners&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;reading through March. Of course anyone can post about &lt;em&gt;Dubliners&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;at any time in the future... the dates for the reading merely signify how long I'll make regular summary posts, etc.&lt;/div&gt;
	
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      <pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 08:46:00 -0800</pubDate>
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	&lt;p&gt;My addled brain couldn't come up with Kate's blog address when I wrote the last &lt;a href="http://motleyread.posterous.com/dubliners-meta-motley-vi"&gt;Meta Motley summary post&lt;/a&gt;, so I present to you not just a link to her &lt;a href="http://wordsofjjoyce.wordpress.com/"&gt;Joyce related blog&lt;/a&gt;, but to more in her growing literary kingdom:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsofjjoyce.wordpress.com/"&gt;Words and World of James Joyce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypassionforpoetry.wordpress.com/"&gt;Passion for Poetry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://salingermystique.wordpress.com/"&gt;Salinger Mystique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;In the first you can find entries about Joyce's &lt;a href="http://wordsofjjoyce.wordpress.com/2010/02/20/the-dubliners-counterparts/"&gt;"Counterparts"&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wordsofjjoyce.wordpress.com/2010/02/18/a-little-cloud-the-dubliners-james-joyce/"&gt;"A Little Cloud"&lt;/a&gt;, and others...&lt;/div&gt;
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      <pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 07:02:00 -0800</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;I've written a bit over at bgblogging about how much I've enjoyed receiving postcards this month, how I race down our long long driveway every afternoon to see if there's anything new in the mailbox.&amp;nbsp; When Jen suggested postcards for this reading ungroup, I thought it would be fun, but I didn't know it would be more than that--these missives are like little poems, shards of feeling and metaphor and humor and puzzlement. Wonderments. I'll be sorry when they stop coming...but I'm thinking of starting a postcard-writing practice.&amp;nbsp; I'm getting attached to those little white boxes.&lt;p /&gt; Here's the astonishment I received today from Jared!&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	
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	        This reading club suggests that people send postcards to one another, which I liked intuitively.&lt;br /&gt;I used to send a handful when on holidays, but alas! even that has been left undone for osme years. Birthday greetings have disappeared - apart from my dentist reminder that always comes on that date. Last December, I sent a handful of must-do christmas greetings, and we also had a few back, and that&amp;#39;s all. So off I went in my archives to search for relevant postcards (of which I still keep a considerable collection), and to find a fountain pen. That&amp;#39;s the practical part - I also have the list of members to pick from, and the value of the stamp needed for the US. &lt;p /&gt;Now all I have to do is to write and post those cards... 
	
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      <pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 00:22:58 -0800</pubDate>
      <title>Bad Guys?</title>
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	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25889541@N03/3775905087/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/25889541@N03/3775905087/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p /&gt;What a crowd! From Corley and his leech Lenehen in &lt;i&gt;Two Gallants&lt;/i&gt; through the sad/despicable Little Chandler in &lt;i&gt;A Little Cloud&lt;/i&gt; and Farrington the brute of &lt;i&gt;The Counterparts&lt;/i&gt; is a string of certainly for from role model men. &lt;p /&gt; Little Chandler mopes about all he is or cant do (paralysis?) dreaming of being a writer / poet but not really doing any of it, and fawning over his old pal Ignatius Gallaher who seems to have everything Little Chandler wants. Or is Gallaher all bluff? Why would worldly Gallaher even bother with Little Chandler, the loser? I&amp;#39;m guessing Gallaher needed to make himself better by returning to his home turf and rub a little snuff in his old pal&amp;#39;s face. And Little Chandler, maybe for a bit you feel sorry for him, maybe you think he can maybe find his way, but he is stuck, and he knows he is. And in the end, unable to deal with his crying son, we see a verge of perhaps physical anger? So Little Chandler is not a &amp;quot;bad&amp;quot; guy, but he is despicable the same.&lt;p /&gt; This flipping of how we see the character continues in of &lt;i&gt;The Counterparts&lt;/i&gt; (does the title refer to the opposing social positions of Farrington and his boss? of the parts of Farrington&amp;#39;s life- work and home??). Like Little Chandler, in the beginning you may have some sympathy for him, being verbally abused by the Boss, but Farrington quickly reveals his self destructive streak, and hints at his capability of violence, which-- after a day of being shamed at work, shamed in the bar by losing the arm wrestle match, the only person big Farrington can dominate is his own son, and does so in an abusive fashion.&lt;p /&gt; Jove used some interesting writing in this one-- Characters address or refer to th emain character by his name-- but whereever he is described in the third person of the story, it is always &amp;quot;the man&amp;quot;:&lt;p /&gt; &lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;The man muttered “&lt;em&gt;Blast&lt;/em&gt; him!” under his breath and pushed back his chair to stand up.&lt;p /&gt;The man walked heavily towards the door and, as he went out of the room, he heard Mr. Alleyne cry after him that if the contract was not copied by evening Mr. Crosbie would hear of the matter.&lt;p /&gt;The man glanced at the two clients who were standing at the counter as if to intimate that their presence prevented him from answering.&lt;p /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is repeated numerous times, where normally an author would interject here and there &amp;quot;Farrington muttered &amp;#39;Blast him&amp;#39;&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;Farrington walked heavily towards the door&amp;quot; -- this must be intentional and somehow meant to detach us from what probably monster Farrington can/will be.&lt;p /&gt; I cannot even guess where the next character will go from here.&lt;p /&gt;Also noted that the character carry overs (like mentions of the Priest) from the first few stories (children as main character) are not present here. Does that imply something too? Hmmmm
	
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	Motley Readers have been busy! As a collective reading un-group, we have no rules. Which means there&amp;#39;s nothing mandatory requiring that this reading being finished in February. I myself am not on track to do so and will happily continue the light duty of making intermittent posts like these...&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was head down in the sand of work for the last week, writing &lt;a href="http://cosmopoetica.com/blog/story/limerick-for-two-gallants/" target="_blank"&gt;a limerick about &amp;quot;Two Gallants&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cosmopoetica.com/blog/story/thoughts-on-joyces-the-boarding-house/" target="_blank"&gt;a breezy thought about &amp;quot;The Boarding House,&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; others were getting serious:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barbara wrote &lt;a href="http://bgblogging.com/2010/02/17/learning-from-writers-learning-from-readers-hearts-and-minds-in-balance/" target="_blank"&gt;one great post&lt;/a&gt; after &lt;a href="http://bgblogging.com/2010/02/17/learning-from-writers-learning-from-readers-hearts-and-minds-in-balance/" target="_blank"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt;, and I can&amp;#39;t possibly do either justice with a synopsis. I&amp;#39;ll just say that some of the ideas include: experiencing a kind of blogging from the inside for the first time, the postcard experience, and balancing heart/mind &amp;amp; passion/knowledge.I&amp;#39;m humbled.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Lanny &lt;a href="http://lanny-on-learn-tech.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-relevant-for-reading-dubliners.html" target="_blank"&gt;asks an interesting question&lt;/a&gt; about abuses by Catholic priests in Dublin and then &lt;a href="http://lanny-on-learn-tech.blogspot.com/2010/02/maladies-and-malaise.html" target="_blank"&gt;ponders&lt;/a&gt; relating to context (ours and that of the author and work) and his own postcard experience.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Sus is posting in her blog, including &lt;a href="http://lanny-on-learn-tech.blogspot.com/2010/02/maladies-and-malaise.html" target="_blank"&gt;a great link to a collection of Joyce related articles&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;i&gt;Journal of Studies in Short Fiction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Will Nancy &lt;a href="goog_1266970067834"&gt;continue resisting &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://motleyread.posterous.com/resistancefutile"&gt;Dubliners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? This is a question I too wrestle with because I read for so many different reasons.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Kate is posting on her reading blog, but I can&amp;#39;t find the link. Kate?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also understand that a few Motley Readers went all the way to Forth Worth just to exchange postcards (or something like that)...&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;And don&amp;#39;t forget all the great posting going on right here. Alan&amp;#39;s been posting during his commentblogging spree, with interesting thoughts on &lt;a href="http://motleyread.posterous.com/how-gallant"&gt;&amp;quot;Two Gallants&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://motleyread.posterous.com/the-road-from-araby-leads-toi-the-boarding-ho"&gt;&amp;quot;The Boarding House&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;If I&amp;#39;m missing something from &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; in my summaries, let us know in the comments and I&amp;#39;ll add whatever I can!&lt;/div&gt;
	
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	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37996646802@N01/4313334110/"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_download_image" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4313334110_b351608485.jpg" border="0" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p /&gt;Like Chris, &lt;i&gt;Two Gallants&lt;/i&gt; did not do much for me on its own as a story; and it took at least two passes to even distill something to write about. This story feels more about painting again a portrait of people from this time and place, and it does indicate the differences form the first set of stories that swirled around childhood innocence.&lt;p /&gt; Obviously the lead characters are far from gallant, as far as one can be- they are selfish, indulgent, yet unlike Jimmy Doyle from &lt;i&gt;After the Race&lt;/i&gt; they at least know to themselves that they are living on the underbelly of society. Corley wears more of a front, and is seemingly trying to be the upper crust of the bottom crud; at least Lenehen recognizes his own dismal living.&lt;p /&gt; Were Corley not seemingly upbeat at the end, I might have thought his mission did fail, and his coin unspent, but thinking more, it does seem he did take advantage of the young woman both sexually and monetarily.  So who is lowest of the low? the conniving manipulator or his sycophant? Its hard to know.
	
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