Category Archives: The Prankquean

Oh, We Dublin Posting, Huh?

I’m back from the first trip to Dublin I’ve taken in my life. It was a marvelous experience: this blog’s editor and I spent a weekend visiting Joycean sites, some obvious (Sweny’s pharmacy and Davy Byrne’s from Ulysses) and some more obscure (the Magazine Fort in Phoenix Park where Mr. Duffy stands at the end of “A Painful Case” and the corner of Hume street where the girl from “Two Gallants” waits). At many locations, I read quotations from Finnegans Wake, Ulysses, and Dubliners. If you’ll forgive some flowery language, I later described this process as akin to casting magic spells around Dublin, “binding” my consciousness to those locations and to the city as a whole.

Read on to see some pictures and quotes!

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The Incertitude of the Void

In re-reading Ulysses, I was struck by the word “unlikelihood” occurring in a significant place (Stephen’s Shakespeare theory, Chapter 9). The word has a prominent place in the Prankquean episode in Finnegans Wake , where a variant of the word is one of the PQ’s rejoinders to Van Hoother.

This post looks at the word “unlikelihood” in Finnegans Wake and Ulysses.

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Illysus Distilling

I had the opportunity recently to visit the Great Jones Distilling Company in Manhattan and take a tour of their distillery. [No, they are not sponsoring this post] It was a marvelous time — an excellent tour I took with a friend — at the first distillery opened in Manhattan since prohibition (and it opened in…2021!).

The experience put me in mind of references to distilling in Finnegans Wake, which is what this post will be about.

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Doing, Being, Seeming: The Prankquean and Identity

As I discussed in “The Prankquean’s Riddle,” one of the issues raised by the riddle — “Why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease?” — is the enigmatic question of identity.

Some ways of glossing the riddle include “Why do I look like you?” or “Why do I look like our children?” or “Why are we a family; what makes us a family (the Porter family, a pod of peas)?”

What is a family, anyway? What am “I,” that I can resemble or be something at all?

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