Is love a constant or fragmented? Love is kindness, but then does obsession count as love? What is love?
This short story is a collection of fragmented records from one of the most famous authors in the 20th century — James Joyce, even psychologist writes about him, for analysing his love as an obsession. The booklet Giacomo Joyce from Faber Stories is such a reflection on James Joyce’s beautiful language, dandy style, and passionated mind on love.
Story itself is fragmented, and presumed as an advanced draft for James Joyce’s famous novels. Folded and found between a school notebook covers, Joyce’s Giacomo Joyce was preserved by the Publisher to its maximum extent, margins, handwritings, you name it.
Each paragraph is a story, yet connected, portraying somehow the murmuring author’s self —
Easy now, Jamesy! Did you never walk the streets of Dublin at night sobbing another name? Giacomo Joyce by James Joyce
To be obsessive is to put oneself completely on the other person’s mind, imagining mare’s nest —
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire. Giacomo Joyce by James Joyce
Searching, the obsessive one will never find peace. Pain never need to be conceived involving two. His words, thoughts, all are swimming in the sea of constructed love, foundation is obsession. It is vulnerable.
Her eyes have drunk my thoughts: and into the moist warm yielding welcoming darkness of her womanhood my soul, itself dissolving, has streamed and poured and flooded a liquid and abundant seed......Take her now who will! .... Giacomo Joyce by James Joyce
The beautiful language, the words, this little fragmented short story from James Joyce paints a wintry portrait of a man in love, weathered by his own thoughts, while her, actively living her life through the eyes of “Jamesy”, so painfully, so unrestrained.