Stephen on the Strand
Reading
Stephen on the Strand: the Political Subject in Flux
By
representing subject formation as process, Ulysses models yet suspends
possibilities of political orientation and makes affixing labels to Bloom
or Stephen nearly impossible. Stephen's shifting identifications as he
walks on the strand in "Proteus"--"Whom were you trying to walk like?"
he wonders of his sojourn as a Parisian flaneur (3.184)--offer a
heightened sense of the elusiveness characteristic of the text as a whole.
Consonant with the confusions between fathers and sons throughout Ulysses,
Stephen's meditations in "Proteus" touch on both Patrick Egan and his father
Kevin, the former a self-declared (if timid) socialist, the latter a Fenian
in exile linked to nationalist bombings and police attacks. As one might
expect, Stephen's recollections of father and son in Paris seem to refuse,
through their lightly mocking tone, the communal ties of fellow countrymen
abroad. Yet another memory, interrupting even as it links the scenes of
Patrick and Kevin, also suggests an undercurrent of connection. Having
approached the post office late in the day with a money order from his
mother, Stephen recalls having the door slammed in his face by a postal
clerk:
Hunger toothache. Encore deux
minutes. Look clock. Must get. Fermé. Hired Dog! Shoot
him to bloody bits with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass
buttons. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. Not hurt? O, that's all
right. Shake hands. See what I meant, see? O, that's all right. Shake a
shake. O, that's all only all right. (3.184, 186-191)
Although the cartoon-like
comedy and context of Stephen's rage (his mother packed his bags in Portrait
and now sends some of the ready) palliate the violence of his imagination,
they do so without canceling the suggestion of anarchism uncovered within
a wounded sense of entitlement. The "hired dog" is destroyed, after all,
for his loyalty to the same government institution, the post office, in
which Bloom encounters imperial authority in the form of a recruiting poster
while awaiting Martha Clifford's letter--a repetition that gestures toward
Dublin's General Post Office, headquarters for the 1916 rising. Just before
and after this passage, the multitudes Stephen contains in "Proteus" are
momentarily polarized around the issue of violence--the very issue that
historically split anarchism off from socialism--and then recast, first
as a question of self-division, then as a guilty alliance between self
and other. In the first instance, imagining himself identified by two eyewitnesses
as a murderer in Paris, Stephen offers an alibi: "Other fellow did it:
other me"; in the second, assessing the rhetorical design of Kevin Egan's
conspiratorial ramblings, Stephen thinks: "To yoke me as his yokefellow,
our crimes our common cause" (3.182, 228-29). Less sure than Kevin Egan
that he is his father's son ("I know the voice," Egan remarks), Stephen
is nevertheless yoked, in shifting moments of self-division and conflicted
identification, to multiple identities, including a range of socialist
and anarchist stances: "Their blood is in me," Stephen thinks of his imagined
Viking ancestors, "their lusts my waves" (3.306-7). But like Bloom, whose
thoughts also assume brief residence in a variety of political identities,
Stephen never settles into a politically engaged relation to the world.
The Harp in Dubliners
In Dubliners too Joyce dips into Ireland's storehouse of traditional
symbols, though the harp in "Two Gallants," as observed by Lenehan, displays
its subjection to foreign political power more openly as a form of ravishment.
Accompanying a melancholy song of liberation deferred, the harp, "heedless
that her coverings had fallen about her knees, seemed weary alike of the
eyes of strangers and of her master's hands" (54). Even apart from the
harp's status as an emblem of Ireland's past glories, the proximity of
"master" and "strangers" -- both code words for the English in Ireland
-- catalyzes the colonial resonance that is sustained in Lenehan's compliant
response: "The air which the harpist had played began to control his movements.
His softly padded feet played the melody while his fingers swept a scale
of variations idly along the railings after each group of notes" (56).
Lenehan's incorporation of the harp's notes -- he is played as he
plays -- epitomizes the subject rendered perfectly passive before the interpellative
designs of the recruiter.
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