Dublin. Joyce D.

The first collection of stories in the history of European literature, united by the topic, according to the author himself, the “paralysis” of the personality and death of the soul in the conservative and backward Irish capital of the beginning of the twentieth century.

In it, work and home life, in it, The everyday life and holidays of the inhabitants of Dublin are a gloomy city, behind the brick facades of which the killings and suicides of human souls are everyday and suicide.

Dilitary representatives of the middle class and poor, politicians and drunkards, bourgeois and “creative intelligentsia”, priests and priests and “creative intelligentsia”. Lac, men and women. All of them, in essence, are good people, but Joyce mercilessly passes the sentence: they are dead. It may be possible to survive only by children and adolescents, still able to think and feel, suffer and compassion...