In part 5 of A Portrait of the Artist, Cranly asks
Stephen, "was your father what is called well-to-do? I mean
when you were growing up?" When Stephen says yes, Cranly asks,
"What was he?" and Stephen reels off an adventurous and
ultimately disreputable vita: "A medical student, an oarsman,
a tenor, an amateur actor, a shouting politician, a small
landlord, a small investor, a drinker, a good fellow, a
storyteller, somebody's secretary, something in a distillery,
a taxgatherer, a bankrupt and at present a praiser of his own
past." John Joyce inherited family money in Cork and steadily
lost every penny of it after moving to Dublin.
For the rest of the family, the man's inability to preserve
wealth and his heavy consumption of alcohol meant growing
poverty and the loss of a stable, comforting home. But as the
eldest son of a proud patriarch Jim was privileged, and the
good education he received gave him the tools to conceive of
himself as something other than a chip off the old block. It
is true that he largely retraced his father's path of
alcoholic excess and financial imprudence: in 1904 he wrote to
Nora Barnacle, "How could I like the idea of home? My home was
simply a middle-class affair ruined by spendthrift habits
which I have inherited." In fiction, however, he found a way
to surpass his father's prodigious capacity for entertainment.
Bloom alludes to this talent in Eumaeus by calling
Simon "A gifted man...in more respects than one and a born
raconteur if ever there was one." In
Calypso he thinks of Simon's talent for mimicry,
recalling his impersonation of Larry O'Rourke: "Simon
Dedalus takes him off to a tee with his eyes screwed up.
Do you know what I'm going to tell you? What's that, Mr
O'Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians, they'd only be an
eight o'clock breakfast for the Japanese." Readers of A
Portrait of the Artist will recall also his
magnificently acerbic contempt for the clergy and his worship
of Charles Stewart Parnell.
John Joyce was funny––socially assured, acidly irreverent,
witty––and his son remembered and used some of his lines.
Readers of the novel get an early taste of this wit when the
men in the funeral party contemplate the changing weather and
Simon remarks, "It's as uncertain as a child's bottom." Bloom
thinks of another remark in Lestrygonians as he
contemplates Parnell's brother John Howard Parnell: "Simon
Dedalus said when they put him in parliament that Parnell
would come back from the grave and lead him out of the House
of Commons by the arm." The best mot is given to Joe Hynes in
Cyclops. Ellmann recounts its genesis:
John Joyce, fearsome and jovial by turns, kept the
family's life from being either comfortable or tedious. In his
better moods he was their comic: at breakfast one morning, for
example, he read from the Freeman's Journal the
obituary notice of a friend, Mrs. Cassidy. May Joyce was
shocked and cried out, 'Oh! Don't tell me that Mrs. Cassidy is
dead.' 'Well, I don't quite know about that,' replied John
Joyce, eyeing his wife solemnly through his monocle, 'but someone
has taken the liberty of burying her.' James burst into
laughter, repeated the joke later to his schoolmates, and
still later to the readers of Ulysses.
When not in his better moods, John Joyce lapsed from charming
wit into savage invective. The saying "street angel, house
devil" might have been coined to describe this man, who was one
thing to his friends and something more complicated and
undependable to his family. In
Hades Simon displays love
for his dead wife: "— Her grave is over there, Jack, Mr
Dedalus said. I'll soon be stretched beside her. Let Him take me
whenever He likes. / Breaking down, he began to weep to himself
quietly, stumbling a little in his walk." But before she died
John made May's life miserable.
Wandering Rocks evokes
the man's mixture of affection and brutality when Dilly Dedalus,
acting as agent for her near-starving sisters, confronts Simon
outside the auction house where he has gone to sell furnishings
from the house. After enduring his demands to "Stand up
straight, girl," she presses her case:
— Did you get
any money? Dilly asked.
— Where would I get money?
Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin would lend me
fourpence.
— You got some, Dilly
said, looking in his eyes.
— How do you know that? Mr
Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek....
— I know you did, Dilly
answered. Were you in the Scotch house now?
— I was not, then, Mr
Dedalus said, smiling. Was it the little nuns taught you to be
so saucy? Here.
He handed her a shilling.
— See if you can do
anything with that, he said.
— I suppose you got five,
Dilly said. Give me more than that.
— Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus
said threateningly. You're like the rest of them, are you? An
insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died.
But wait awhile. You'll all get a short shrift and a long day
from me. Low blackguardism! I'm going to get rid of you.
Wouldn't care if I was stretched out stiff. He's dead. The man
upstairs is dead.
He left her and walked on.
Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.
— Well, what is it? he
said, stopping....
— You got more than that,
father, Dilly said.
— I'm going to show you a
little trick, Mr Dedalus said. I'll leave you all where Jesus
left the jews. Look, there's all I have. I got two shillings
from Jack Power and I spent twopence for a shave for the
funeral.
He drew forth a handful of copper coins, nervously.
— Can't you look for some
money somewhere? Dilly said.
Mr Dedalus thought and nodded.
— I will, he said gravely.
I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell street. I'll try
this one now.
— You're very funny, Dilly
said, grinning.
— Here, Mr Dedalus said,
handing her two pennies. Get a glass of milk for yourself and
a bun or a something. I'll be home shortly.
This is one of two long cameos of Simon in
Ulysses. The
other comes in the next chapter when he sings the beautiful
M'appari
aria from Flotow's opera
Martha. The prose of
Sirens
lyrically presents the rapt attention of the listeners in
the Ormond bar: "Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they
listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human
heart soul spine." Their excitement mounts as the song nears a
climax presented in powerfully sexual language, and Simon
receives a thunderous round of applause. In
Penelope
Molly does not seem to like the man ("
such a criticiser,"
"
always turning up half screwed"), but she appreciates
his gift for natural, unforced singing. John Joyce sang in many
amateur concerts and was thought to have one of the finest tenor
voices in Ireland. His son James inherited at least some of his
gift.
Another way that the elder Joyce figures in Ulysses
is through the company he kept. The novel would be far less
richly mimetic without the social presence of men like Richard
John Thornton (the Tom Kernan of Hades), Tom Devin
(the Jack Power of Hades), Matthew Kane (the prime
inspiration for the Martin Cunningham of Hades and Cyclops),
Reuben J. Dodd (spotted in Hades), Mick Hart (the
Lenehan of Aeolus, Wandering Rocks, Sirens,
Cyclops, and Oxen of the Sun), "Long" John
Clancy (the Long John Fanning of Wandering Rocks),
Christopher Dollard (probably the model for the Ben Dollard of
Wandering Rocks and Sirens), George Lidwell (Sirens),
Alf Bergan (Cyclops), and Timothy Harrington (briefly
featured in Circe). These friends and political
associates of John Stanislaus greatly assist the book's
portrayal of Dublin as a warmly homosocial place, full of
drink, music, jokes, stories, and easy conversation.
For readers who want to know more about Joyce's brilliant,
irascible, and complicated father, the biography John
Stanislaus Joyce (1998), by John Wyse Jackson and Peter
Costello, is recommended reading.