On 20th October 1904, the famous Irish author James Joyce arrived in Trieste in north eastern Italy. Almost exactly 110 years later yours truly, a fellow Irishman, and his partner arrived in the very same city. While there I discovered that I shared a surprising number of similarities to Joyce. Both of us helped our clients to develop their communication skills, both taught Italians and both were authors. I also seem to have a very similar build to Joyce or at least his statue on the Via Roma as it passes over the Canal Grande. There the similarities end.
Joyce was a genius and is recognised as one of the most influential writers of the early 20th Century. His novel, Ulysses, is considered one of the most important books of modernist literature although its publication was troubled – it was banned in the US under obscenity laws and copies of his books were burnt by the US Postal Service. In his own country Ulysses while never formally banned, wasn’t published until the 1960’s. Self publishing on Amazon Kindle is tame by comparison!
In Trieste Joyce worked as an English language teacher at the Berlitz Language School and during the early part of his time in the city he met Ettore Schmidz, better known as Italo Svevo, author of the classic novel La Coscienza di Zeno (The Confessions of Zeno). Joyce considered Svevo to be a very talented, but underrated, novelist and encouraged him to continue writing. He eventually helped Svevo to translate Confessions into French where it was published in 1923 to great acclaim. Joyce not only helped Svevo to write and learn English but they became great friends and the main protagonist of Ulysses, Leopold Bloom, was partially based on Svevo.
There is also another very important difference between Joyce and me. When he arrived in Trieste, he left his mistress Nora Barnacle on a park bench outside the train station while he looked for somewhere to stay. While looking, he dropped into a bar for a quick drink and somehow ended up getting arrested along with some drunken English sailors. He was rescued by the Irish consul, before going back to the park to pick up his mistress who had waited all night. I expect she wasn’t very pleased and I am sure that my wife would have had something to say if I behaved this way.
With my visit over, I hope that some of Joyce’s genius has rubbed off and I can inspire my clients to achieve great things in the same way Joyce inspired and helped Italo Svevo.