-
๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ก: ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
79.000VND79.000VND× -
-
-
-
-
-
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฌ
โ
Author: James Joyce, 317 trang, bรฌa mแปm, bแป trแบงy gรกy chi tiแบฟt xem hรฌnh
โ
’When you think that Dublin has been a capital for thousands of years,’ James Joyce once wrote his brother, ‘that it is the ‘second’ city of the British Empire . . . that it is nearly three times as big as Venice, it seems strange that no artist has given it to the world.’
In Dubliners, completed when Joyce was only twenty-five, we are given a definitive group portrait. It is a book, as Terence Brown writes in his stimulating Introduction, ‘rooted in an intensely accurate apprehension of the detail of Dublin life.’ And yet, beyond its brilliant and almost brute realism, it is also a book full of enigmas, ambiguities, and symbolic resonance. Dubliners remains a work of art that, Brown’s words, ‘compels attention by the power of its unique vision of the world, its controlling sense of truths experience as its author discerned them in a defeated, colonial city.’
60.000VND










