Dubliners

From the perspective of the time background, Dubliners is a masterpiece about the Irish national independence movement. At the beginning of the 20th century, the political landscape in Ireland was both desperate and hopeful. As the rebellious morale of the whole society dwindled, the people grew tired of their own monotonous routine, at the same time rejecting revolutionary change, suffocated by religious constraints, and blind to harsh reality, the Dubliners were trapped in the endless repetition of a callous and insensitive way of life, in Joyce's words: "paralysis." Among these stories, the story of the Dead left the deepest impression on me. It's snowing all over Ireland, the Morken little sisters' annual dance goes ahead as scheduled, and Gabriel feels awkward all night, unable to fit in. He always wanted to get away from the party and go outside and see how nice the snow was. It was not until he saw his wife Greta standing on the stairs listening intently to the music that the passion and tenderness in him was awakened. But his wife was thinking about a dead man who died for her. In this vast flowing universe, the dead do not die completely with death, but exist in the lives of the living in a different way, and even illuminate their lives at certain times. The whole novel creates a very good atmosphere, from the grand and lively banquet, to the alienation between people, and finally to life and death, which is logical and natural. In the last paragraph of the novel, Joyce writes: "Snowflakes fall gently across the universe... On all the living and the dead." Snow is beautiful and short, just as life is silent, life and death, vast, eternal.