The Year of the Big Wind

Post Twenty

It’s a bit breezy today in the UK. We don’t often get Amber warnings but today they are big and Red! Storm Dudley came and went and we barely noticed but his sister Eunice younger by a few days, means to ensure we sit up and pay attention. We famously underestimated a storm in 1987 when we were assured all would be well only to awaken that morning to the sight of forests flattened. Let’s hope this is not on that scale.

In Telemachus, Buck Mulligan having just expectorated a very rude rhyme concerning the ablutionary habits of Old Mother Grogan and Mrs. Cahill suggested:

“— That's folk, he said very earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five lines of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of Dundrum. Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.”

Haines you see was the English chap over from Oxford seeking quaint Irish stories to be promulgated as a collection in a book. In the quote above we see Mulligan in the act of trying to sell him a good story but unable to resist the back-hand insult with the barb that he’ll write five lines of text followed by ten pages of explanatory notes. He then sets the scene with Dundrum and weird sisters and big winds. One assumes that this one of Joyce’s many digs at WB Yeats. His sisters established the Dun Emer Guild at Dundrum around this time which promoted Irish legend arts and crafts and so chimed with much of Yeats’ poetry and the more general Gaelic revival. To call them weird is pretty insulting but is no doubt how Mulligan viewed the more spiritual end of the arts. It also brings to mind the witches in Macbeth so hardly flattering.

The year of the big wind refers to a storm that occurred 6th January 1839 in which hundreds died. It quite devastated the west of Ireland where literacy levels then and for much of the nineteenth century were nothing to write home about (bad pun – sorry) and so then and for subsequent decades time was marked at least apocryphally in the Grogan, the Cahill and many other households by reference to the year of the big wind.

Eunice is very likely an equal opportunity storm and so will no doubt hit Ireland as well as southern Britain and let’s hope that we all remain safe and that 2022 does not follow 1987 or heaven forbid 1839, into folklore.

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Bloom’s Bum Steer to the Nolan

Post Eight

An amusing part of the book takes place in Lestrygonians where Bloom is sat in Davy Byrne’s ‘moral’ pub eating his cheese and mustard sandwich and where his glass of burgundy will provide some respite for his troubled mind. With wine kindling some fire in his veins he recalls the day some sixteen years earlier on which he proposed to and first made love with Molly on Howth Head. Molly as those with even cursory knowledge of the book will know, shall recall the same incident some hours later.

But two flies stuck in drying paint makes him ponder how far he has fallen from that romantic high and in less romantic and quite depressed mindset, Bloom considers the pointlessness of not just humanity but of all essence, even the solar system. All just digestion machines consuming, multiplying, defecating dying and re-kindling to start all over again. He wonders: are the gods any different? The food of the gods he has read is Ambrosia. Do they defecate? Bloom is a logical man and from his discourse on religion and the afterlife we do not expect he believes in Greek gods, unlike Odysseus his former self. But in his depressed state he is reaching blindly for some hope. That somewhere, somehow there is a higher purpose and we are not all just food processors en-route to being another processor’s food.

So he thinks, he’ll check the statues of Juno and Athena at the National Library to see if they have anuses. He’s got to go there anyway. It’s all a bit farfetched and just Bloom on an idle frolic but this is not just some joke about Greek god’s bums; Joyce has him frolicking for a very serious purpose.

Mesial groove is the phrase Mulligan, the medical student, uses in the next episode when he reports seeing Bloom sniffing around the backsides of the statues, staring at their mesial groove. This is a dental term meaning the indented line running through the middle of a tooth and we can imagine what he means in the context of buttocks. Its all very smutty and amusing. All a bit Frankie Howerd and ooh er Mrs. but the serious business is this; as Stephen will waiver between various choices, between Scylla and Charybdis, Bloom is his guide to the middle way. Philosophy students may note the guiding hand of Giordano Bruno of Nola and the coinciding of polar extremes. Bloom is Stephen’s medium to the medium.

So, not just a joke about bums.

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