Perhaps Ireland’s greatest man of letters, James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (1882 – 1941), author of the innovative novels Ulysses and Finnegan’s Wake, was a modernist writer who wrote in a groundbreaking style that combined complexity with explicit content that shocked contemporaries and led to landmark legal decisions on obscenity. He was also a total pervert.
Joyce had a thing for breaking wind – farts if you will. He just loved farts to distraction, and could not get enough of them. Whether dishing them out, preferably on people’s faces or receiving them, farts made Joyce’s day. And his enjoyment of farts was not limited to the fine pleasure of experiencing them: being a world-class author, he had to write about farts, describing them in exquisite detail. Indeed, there is an entire collection of Joyce letters in which he writes passionately about farts and farting.
An excerpt from a letter to his lover: “It is wonderful to f**k a farting woman when every f**k drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also”
In yet another letter, Joyce gushes to his beloved: “if I gave you a bigger stronger f**k than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an asse full of farts that night, darling, and I f**ked them out of you. Big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks, and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole.” The man just loved himself some wind breakage.