“Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize.” -James Joyce
James Joyce was an instant favorite of mine. It was like he crawled into my head and spoke my language.
I started with Finnegans Wake, what is often considered his magnum opus. Then I read Ulysses. I also found it fascinating, but I never finished either of them. After those, I read his Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and that sealed the deal.
He was a genius, and he made me feel like a real writer.
It’s funny because while I was in my writing cave (a short spurt of my life where I spoke to no one, just wrote and studied the greats), I thought he was one of the greatest writers in the world and that no one would ever dispute that. I came to find that many people greatly disliked Joyce for the torture he placed upon them. One woman had no shame in calling him an a$$hole in the middle of a writing group.
That moment fascinated me.
Because what I experience as brilliance, others experience as torture.
The way Joyce writes makes me feel like he narrows in and develops the ability to listen intently to the world inside his head, almost like Daredevil, but his own internal universe.
If you consider Jungian concepts, it’s almost like he tapped into the collective consciousness. That’s something I say with fantastical excitement. Jung’s concept of the collective consciousness is that there are inherited “thoughts” not from our own lived experience but handed down from those before us.
It took me much longer to appreciate Jung, and I really didn’t connect with him until after I finished his Red Book. But once I did, something clicked. The world of Finnegans Wake that Joyce seemed to hear suddenly had a place.
My novel absolutely holds both Joyce and Jung at its roots.
If you’re interested in Joyce or Jung, let me know; you can see their influence on Writer’s Quest.


