Buster

New Style. "All off for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the street....": ten bewildering paragraphs make up the final stylistic section of Oxen of the Sun. Like the first section––even more so, perhaps––it seems at first almost completely unintelligible, but readers who are patient and extraordinarily diligent can make sense of almost everything and derive great pleasure from doing so. The first sentence describes the young men from the maternity hospital hurrying loudly down Holles Street, arm in arm, for a bout of drinking at Burke's pub, but after that there is nothing like narration, only speech––dramatically immediate as in Circe, but without any identifying character labels, clarifying stage directions, or linear dramaturgic logic connecting utterance to utterance. All one can hear are intertwined voices shouting out fragmentary bursts of unfamiliar slang expressions. What is being said at any given instant, and who is saying it? Reading these paragraphs is like being in a crowded bar in a state of great inebriation, surrounded by foreign speakers discussing topics that change from instant to instant. Something wonderful happened, but what was it?

John Hunt 2024

  Undated photograph of three young Dublin men drinking.
Source: comeheretome.com.