Are you tired of your more learned friends lording their book knowledge over you like some sort of pop-culture-loving rube? Do you often find yourself pivoting conversations away from works of great literature into the safer terrain of a sci-fi film you’ve watched a thousand times? Do you sometimes worry you’re kind of dumb? Well, cast those concerns aside, because some enterprising blogger out there has edited James Joyce’s impenetrable classic Finnegans Wake to be more palatable to the layman. Meaning, of course, that it’s now about Return Of The Jedi.
While only a few paragraphs long, “Finnegans Ewok” perfectly mimics Joyce’s stream of consciousness, idiosyncratic style. The onomatopoetic phrases and portmanteaus are similar to those the author used to phonetically recreate an Irish brogue, but now they’re mixed in with mentions of “ewokky-gods” and “Bygmonster Annakin.” Honestly, we’ll need a modern lit professor to tell us exactly which part of the movie is being described here, but it’s a fun read nonetheless. Here’s the first chunk:
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And here’s the comparable portion from Joyce:
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So, next time you’re at a fancy cocktail party and find yourself struggling to keep up with a highbrow conversation, just drop a reference to the pivotal role the “Falconmilleniums” played in Finnegans Wake. We doubt anyone will challenge you on it, considering no one knows what the hell that book is about anyway.
You can read the rest of the parody here.
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