Stephen Daedalus, James Joyce‘s alter ego, knew exactly what he wanted to be: an artist. He also knew that Dublin restricted society was not the most fertile soil where his artistic vein might attain and blossom. Differently from Eveline, he was determined enough to turn his back to a present made of family expectations and people who loved and knew him in order “to live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life” and explore “all the ways of error and glory. On and on and on and on!”(A Portrait of the Artist as a Young man). He was the Daedalus, after all, he who could flee from that labyrinth represented by Dublin. Had he stayed, he would not have been able to express his talent, thus becoming the martyr of art, as his first name seems to predict, as St. Stephen was the first martyr of Christianity. But martyrdom was not in his fate, hence, once put on his wax wings, he quitted as soon as possible with not so many regrets.
What would the right decision be, then? Did Joyce’s choice to go into self-exile assured him that happiness that apparently Eveline was denied by remaining at home or not? Not exactly. Freedom does not necessarily mean happiness. For example, once in Argentina, Eveline might have found out that Frank was already married with children or that there was no trace of that home she had so longed for, but she had to live with her sick mother in law and look after her, while Frank was somewhere around the world on a ship. Hence, alone with no family and friends in such a foreign, distant land, who might have helped her?
The Italian writer Giovanni Verga, would have certainly supported Eveline’s choice to stay. Verga was convinced that all men were subjected to a merciless and cruel fate that condemn them not only to unhappiness and pain, but to a condition of immobility. Those who try to escape from the condition in which destiny has placed them cannot find the happiness dreamed, but undergo more suffering. Particularly those who belong to the group of the weak, and Eveline was one of them, need more protection and must stay connected to those family values they have grown with as an oyster clutched to a rock, in order to survive and avoid that the world, like a big powerful fish, may devour them.
Verga developed the so-called “ideal of the oyster” in his novel: I Malavoglia (1881). There is little house by a medlar tree in the picturesque little village of Aci Trezza in the Province of Catania (Sicily). The Toscanos, a numerous family of fishermen live there. Although they are extremely hardworking, they have been nicknamed the Malavoglia (The Reluctant Ones). The head of the family is Padron Ntoni, a widower, who lives with his son Bastian and the wife of the latter called Maria and their five children. Their main source of income is la Provvidenza (the Providence), a small fishing boat. But when Ntoni, the eldest of the children, leaves for the military service, Padron Ntoni attempts a new business and buys a large amount of lupins, in order to try and make up for the loss of income which the absence of his nephew will cause.
Rocks are harsh and sharp, but as long as you are clutched to one them, you are safe. Starting a new business, Padron Ntoni attempts to leave his rock to swim in a new sea, hoping to find maybe a better one, but his choice will eventually lead his family to a disaster that will mine their unity. Bastian and the merchandise are tragically lost during a storm, furthermore there is the debt caused by the lupins which were bought on credit and the boat mean to repair. As this were not just enough, a long series of misfortunes will follow till the beloved house near the medlar tree, symbol of the unity of the family, has to be sold in order to repay the debt. In the end, only Alessi, the youngest of the brothers, the only one who had remained a fisherman, manages with his hard work to rebuild the family fortunes to the point at which they can repurchase the house by the medlar tree. Padron Ntoni, who is now old and sick at the hospital, is informed of the good news. It is the last moment of happiness for the old man, who dies on the day he was to return. His last wish to die in his old house, on that harsh and sharp rock will never be granted.
Thank you for a very interesting blog post. I like Joyce, but I had never heard of Verga. He sounds like an interesting writer.
Verga is a nineteenth century Italian writer mostly concerned with Sicily. He is very far from the Joycean experimental way of writing .
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Stefy
Hard work and staying the course vs going after a dream. making such life choices is not an easy one. I hung every word of your post Stefy.
You would be the dreamer, Sue, wouldn’t you ? 🙂
I think I might. 🙂
So many artists write in exile. Exile may be the only way to gain insight. (Very thoughtful blog)
Very likely, because you miss your country and you may see everything from another perspective.
Talk about tragedy. Writing in exile could be interesting though. E L Stevenson moved to Samoa, at least he left the Scottish weather behind him.
Well, he was smart enough to choose such a fantastic place. Would you really call it exile?
Let’s face it Stephy if you’re going into a self imposed exile then Samoa wouldn’t be too bad. I would have picked Tahiti. 🙂
really liked this little nugget
“Freedom does not necessarily mean happiness.”
oh, and it sounds like Verga knows a lot about the human experience and I enjoyed reading your post. and what nice tension at the end – for Ntoni to get the good news, but not quite make it to house in time.
With that “nugget” 🙂 I was actually referring to Joyce himself , whose life , despite his choice, was full of misfortunes. Sorry for my delay, but this is the end if school year. Super, super fatigued 🙂
well thanks for the reply – (and got it) also -sending you a virtual green smoothie (or something nutritious 🍵) for your fatigue – I have been there with the end of the year tasks – some years were harder than others – but always lots of work. ❤
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