ABSTRACT
It seems premature today to trace a portrait of James Joyce. He has had so many metamorphoses at which to assist that they prevent us from yet closing him into a fixed form. The evolution of his work has been so rapid, so extraordinary, from Dubliners and A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man to Ulysses, and a great difference exists even between this last book and ‘Work in Progress’ which is appearing in transition… that we can only give a provisional value really to every judgment about Joyce, susceptible to every revision and modification.
