Barren Lives in James Joyces The Dead Essay -- Joyce Dead Essays

The Barren Lives of The Dead       One day he caught a fish, a beautiful big big fish, and the man in the hotel boiled it for their dinner party (p.191). Little did Mrs. Malins know that those words issued from her feeble old lips so poignantly described the insensibility of the characters in James Joyces The Dead toward their barren lives. The people pictured in this novelette represented a wealthy Irish class in the early twentieth century, gathered at the house of the Morkan sisters for an annual customs of feast and dance. Although all of the personages had, at one point, a potential for a beautiful life, sad memories of the past and the despair that invaded Ireland had eventually boiled all received senses and desires into a dull stew, destined to rot. Of particular interest is Gabriel Conroy, whom Joyce singularly bestowed a gift of introspection, though that did not save him from becoming yet another of the alive dead. Gabriel, a respectable middle-age d professor and writer, wished for an escape, but did not search for one. It was this passivity and resistance to change, like the beeswax under the heavy chandelier(p.186), that eventually solidified into the wall which he had not the courage to oppose. He felt himself a pennyboy for his aunts(p.220), the hostesses of the congregation, a victim of his own inability to feel and show the uplift of swift and secure flight(p.193). In contrast, Miss Molly Ivors, a professor of politics and Gabriels academic equal, possessed this capability of escaping obligations, as she departed from the forum before dinner was served, quite well able to take care of herself(p.195). In this respect, Miss Ivors differed from the rest of the charact... ...He had been surrounded his consentient life by a ghostly light(p.216) of sad memories and death, emanating from the hearts of the people with whom he had had the closest contact, which eventually suffocated his own identity into a grey impalpable wo rld(p.223). The whole country of Ireland was covered in the silver and dark(p.223) snowflakes of death, and the Mr. Brownes of the world, who reminisced of great singers long gone and hid their true senses under countenances of false gallantry, were everywhere. All of the characters in The Dead contributed to a viscous web that made escape virtually impossible for Gabriel, for one by one they were all becoming shades(p.222) of the region where dwell the capacious hosts of the dead(p.223). They were all fishes in an icy cold pond, acting their parts and waiting for the day they would be caught and boiled for dinner.