Showing posts with label James Joyce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Joyce. Show all posts

Thursday, September 25, 2025

Museo Joyce

Thanks to an out-of-date guidebook, I found an unexpected delight--the best kind--awaiting me at a library that once housed a small collection of materials related to the Irish author's residence in Trieste.


While James Joyce is perhaps the most internationally renowned author associated with Trieste, he's hardly the only one. The city decided to celebrate its literary history by building the Museo LET"S, or museum of literature, which includes the Museo Joyce. Its opening in 2024 coincided with the 70th anniversary of Trieste's "definitive" return to Italy. Joyce himself may not have have appreciated the tie-in, as dissatisfaction with Italian rule was a factor in his decision to leave the city for good in 1919.


LET"S is as welcoming as a cozy bookstore.


A newsstand collection celebrates coverage of the city in print media


Italian movie stars--even those from Naples--sold plenty of magazines in the Fifties and Sixties.


Posters for films featuring Trieste comprise one gallery, with an adjacent theater showing actual clips.


Coincidentally, when I returned to my hotel room, the New York Times reported the death of Claudia Cardinale, "Italy's Girlfriend."  The obituary makes no mention of Senilita, but you can watch it on YouTube.

Soft lighting and a black leather couch, the kind you would expect to find in a shrink's office, seduced me into taking a break in another gallery.


Jet lag prevented me from paying closer attention to the genesis of the strange but compelling film I watched about Trieste's relationship with psychoanalysis. At the age of twenty, Freud spent time in the historically unmoored city (then part of Austria) working in a zoological institute associated with the University of Vienna. His research? Searching (fruitlessly) for the reproductive organs of male eels! His time in Trieste seems to influenced his psychoanalytic theories.


I foggily seem to remember the film's narration is excerpted from a novel written by Italo Svevo, one of two local writers whose careers LET'S also examines comprehensively.  A statue of Svevo greets visitors outside the museum.  The colored fabric behind him memorializes "the victims of femicide, lesbicide and transfemicide."


Likeness as literary metaphor!


Joyce and Svevo became besties when the former championed Zeno's Conscience, rescuing the novel--in which a psychoanalyst prescribes memoir-writing as a form of therapy (I can relate to that!)--from obscurity.


Joyce also drew the Jewishness of Leopold Bloom, a fictional character so iconic that his birthday is celebrated by English majors worldwide, from Svevo.


The text-heaviness of the museum's Joyce section was a bit of a let down in this multimedia context.


While living in Trieste for two periods that altogether lasted more than 15 years before and after World War I, Joyce re-worked the essay that eventually became A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, completed Dubliners, the short story collection that includes "The Dead," and began conceiving Ulysses, his masterwork.  


Early 20th century film footage of life in Trieste during Joyce's residence supplement the detailed timeline of his life.  


But as you can see from my smile, the part of the museum I liked the most exhibited Ulysses-related art.


Illustration for Bloomsday Trieste by Robert Berry (2013)
"Calypso Breakfast, Bloomsday Trieste" by Paolo Colombo (2011)
Note the similarity of Leopold's mustache and hat to Svevo in the photo above.  The entirety of the VERY long novel takes place on June 16, 1904, forever to be known as Bloomsday.

Bloomsday Poster (2019)
Bloomsday Poster (2020)

 "Telecali Macoypso, Bloomsday Trieste" by Andy Prisney (panels 1& 2, 2021)
I wonder if LET"S would be interested in acquiring this poster which has adorned 47 Pianos since 1982 when I publicized the traveling exhibit for The New York Public Library?





Sunny Trieste

When I left for northern Italy, the only sun I expected to see for the next two weeks would have been painted during the Renaissance.  My first day in Trieste--literally a hop, skip and a jump from Slovenia--taught me once again to ignore long-term weather forecasts.


The hybrid city, claimed by several different powers over time, sits on Italy's northeastern Adriatic coast.


Neptune presided over fountains in three of the five cities I visited in northern Italy.  Makes sense for a peninsular country!


Statues of people you've never heard of can teach you a lot about the complexities of local history.  Although Nazario Sauro, a sailor, was born in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, he fervently believed in the unification of Italian-speaking regions and volunteered to fight against the Central Powers in World War I.  Sauro was hanged for treason at the age of 35, after his ship wrecked off the coast of Croatia and he was captured.


Leopold I, however, a Holy Roman Emperor and a king of both Germany and Hungary, also continues to preside over Piazza della Borsa


. . .  and a giant silver coin near the (not so) Grand Canal celebrates Maria Theresa, an Austro Hungarian empress who established Trieste as a free port during her reign and brought commercial prosperity to the city.  


A native explained to me that a left-wing faction of residents wants to re-establish Trieste as a "free territory."  They also suspect that the country's current government intends to militarize the port in violation of a 1954 "memorandum of understanding" with Yugoslavia that returned Trieste to Italy.  History is complicated!


Trieste's City Hall anchors the Piazza Unità d'Italia, said to the Europe's largest sea-front square.  When Archduke Franz Ferdinand of the Austro Hungarian Empire and his wife were assassinated in Sarajevo, an event that precipitated World War I, their bodies were brought here.  Benito Mussolini, Italy's fascist dictator during World War II, announced his anti-Semitic racial laws here, too.  When Green Day performed in 2013, more than 10,000 fans attended.


Ignorance is bliss.  I knew nothing of the square's history when I visited, focusing instead on the beauty and grandeur of the 19th century architecture.


Now here's a statue I could relate to without the help of Wikipedia.  The small museum honoring Irish expatriate James Joyce was on my afternoon itinerary.


But first I had to catch the bus to the park above the Castello di Miramare, less than 20 kilometers northwest of the city.


Upon return, after my lunchtime siesta--and an opportunity to re-charge both my phone and a brand new battery pack, a travel hack almost as valuable as my Tumi luggage--I began another exploration of the very walkable city.


The hanging garlic is a reminder of who governs the city nowadays.


What I guessed to be a theater turned out to be the city's largest Catholic church.  My attire--shorts-- prevented me from entering, something I would soon learn to factor into my daily planning.


Romans built this amphitheater sometime between the first and second centuries after the birth of Christ.




Late hours on Thursdays enabled me to check out the Civico Museo Revoltella, which occupies an imposing building, the former home of its patron.

You can't beat the views from the roof.

It was a pretty steep climb from the Revoltella up to the Trieste cathedral.

I wanted to watch the sun set over the gulf of Trieste from the fortress that sits atop San Giusto hill, next to the cathedral.

First I had to pass by these "automata," known as "Mikez and Jakez."  The used to ring the bell that marked the hour from the clock atop City Hall in Piazza Unità d'Italia.

Here's the northeast view.

The fortress overlooks the Monument to the Fallen in the Great War, a fascist era memorial.

Darkness had fallen by the time I returned to my hotel, not far from the Grand Canal which empties into the gulf.

 

This fountain was commissioned to commemorate the 50th anniversary of Franz Josef's reign over the Austro-Hungarian empire.  The bedraggled tritons (or mermen) have been carrying their load since 1897.


More Northern Italy


Trieste



Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Hot Fun in the Summertime



Anthony took Thom, Jerry and me to Point Lookout Beach, too.  A lifeguard thought I was in distress.  Embarrassing!


Thom and I staked a claim at Riis Park with Andrew & Steven.  They were newbies.  A week later, the New York Times published the first article I've ever seen about "the people's beach." It's about time!


It's a lot different than the Pines, where Victor invited Thom, Chris and I to spend time. Neither it or the Grove haven't changed much in our summer-long absence.   I can't say I miss Fire Island much.  Although there's less sun and sand in my life, there's less stress, too. Even reluctant house mothering takes a lot out of you.



Thom and I drove up to Randy's for a couple of days.  He took us sightseeing at the Florence Griswold Museum and the Gillette Castle on a glorious summer day.  Who knew there was so much to see in Connecticut?



Florian and Arko sent many greetings from Chicago.



Speaking of Germans, Nanno got back in touch with me.  We met in Berlin two decades ago. It's absolutely shocking how old we all get, particularly now when phones make high-quality photography so accessible!


Like me, Nanno stayed in the same apartment forever, although with much better reason: his has a terrace, as well as wall-to-wall bookshelves so tall he needs a library ladder.


My stepsister Barb and her husband Gary flew in from Arizona for a day tour of Manhattan before departing on a cruise.


9/11 Memorial
Saks Fifth Avenue
They took me to dinner before we went to see The Lion King.  Feta cheese dusted the watermelon salad.


Cynthia's daughter got married.  Would you believe the mother-of-the-bride baked both the wedding and groom cakes?



Cynthia wore false eyelashes for the first time, too!


Thom took me to Old Westbury Gardens for my birthday. We should have coordinated outfits.


My walks took me all over New York City.   

Upper West Side
Terminal B, LaGuardia Airport
Lobby, Bergdorf Goodman Building
Milton Avery Self-Portrait, Yares Art Gallery
"The  will to make things happen" (partial) by Woody De Othello, Whitney Biennial
"Apache School Girl" by Oscar Howe, National Museum of the American Indian
"Da Vinci Eternity" by Raphael Montanez Ortiz, El Museo Del Barrio
The staircase at the Museum of the City of New York is really something.


I'd never seen the Stettheimer dollhouse, built by Carrie, although I'm a great admirer of sister Florine's art.



"Activist New York" celebrates homegrown advocacy.  People forget how early Gloria Steinem--pictured here with Dorothy Pitman Hughes--recognized the intersectionality of the women's and civil rights movements.  Watch The Glorias if you don't believe me.


A signature hat represents the loudmouth contributions of Bella Abzug.


Currier and Ives illustrated "The Ladder of Fortune" as part of the temperance movement.


"New York, New Music (1980-1986)" included a Keith Haring drawing of Larry Levan, an influential Paradise Garage DJ. 


In case you forgot the location of the Garage, the exhibit provided this nostalgia-inducing nightlife map.


The Morgan Library introduced me to Rick Barton, a gay blade who's finally enjoying his 15 minutes of fame 30 years after his death.

"Barcelona" by Rick Barton (1962)
The Morgan also celebrated the 100th anniversary of the publication of James Joyce's Ulysses.  I'm surprised nobody mounted similar for "The Waste Land" by T.S. Eliot, also published a century ago.

James Joyce by Patrick Tuohy (ca 1924)
Robert Motherwell provided color etchings for a 1988 deluxe edition which follows Dubliner Leopold Bloom through the course of his day as if he were a mythological Greek wanderer. "Yes," the last word of "Molly's soliloquy," is about all I remember from reading the very, very difficult book in college.


I also noticed this statue of the bard of Stratford-on-Avon for the first time.

William Shakespeare by William Wetmore Story (1881)
Here's the ceiling of the New York Public Library's Celeste Bartos Forum.  The room was a basement when I worked there many years ago.  Julio Torres and Cole Escola superbly read scenes from WARHOLCAPOTE as part of an "NYPL Live" program, the best I've attended.  Rob Roth based his non-fiction play on 80 hours of musings recorded by two of my favorite 20th-century queer culture icons who had vague ambitions to write a Broadway hit of their own.  Funny and surprisingly poignant! 


And when there weren't any summer field trips on my agenda, Central Park continued to provide an endless supply of distractions from the routine of retired life.

"Ancestor" by Bharti Kher
DiscOasis Roller Rink
Oakleaf Hydrangea
Sunlit Jumpseed Blooms
Delacorte Clock
Dancing Bear Statue, Children's Zoo Entrance
Bee Balm
This graffiti magnet honors Andrew Haswell Green, the father of New York City.  Read The Great Mistake to find out why it's completely inadequate.