This photo by Eve Arnold of Marilyn Monroe reading James Joyce’s Ulysses illustrated a book review in today’s Observer. It’s interesting because it’s hard to imagine many of today’s Marilyn equivalents being captured doing the same. And what I love about the shot is the extra frisson that comes from knowing which particular passage she’s reading (because you can see where she is in the book).
I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swiming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
Final part of Molly Bloom’s soliloquy from Ulysses.
Molly Bloom’s Soliloquy (Part 1)
Angeline Ball in her Irish Film and Television Award for Best Actress winning role in Bloom. Joycean scholar David Norris said that she “…is quite the best of all the myriad of Molly Blooms that I have seen.”
Molly Bloom’s Soliloquy (Part 2)
While we’re on the subject of women reading…there’s a book, Women Who Read Are Dangerous by Stefan Bollman which presents a compelling selection of paintings, drawings, prints and photographs of women reading through the ages. Works by a diverse range of artists, from Vermeer, Manet and Whistler to Edward Hopper and Eve Arnold (the Marilyn shot), are accompanied by commentaries that explain the context in which each image was created.
And on photographing people reading, there’s Andre Kertesz’s On Reading, first published in 1971, and one of his signature works. Taken between 1920 and 1970, the photographs capture people reading in many parts of the world. Readers in every conceivable place – on rooftops, in public parks, on crowded streets, waiting in the wings of the school play – are caught in a deeply personal, yet universal, moment. Kertesz’s images celebrate the absorptive power and pleasure of this solitary activity.