Modernism – a movement in art and literature that occurred around the time immediately before and during the First and Second World Wars. Among the factors that shaped Modernism were the development of modern industrial societies and the rapid growth of cities, followed then by the horror of World War I. Modernism addressed the isolation and huge social changes that occurred as Western societies industrialized and people started to move to cities. Modernism touches on themes of isolation, dehumanization, and the unreliability of traditional art forms and value systems. It encouraged experimentation and questioning of received ideas.

riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur — nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes: and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-linsfirst loved livvy.

-from Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce (1939)

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their

hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men were coming. And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning — fresh as if issued to children on a beach.

What a lark! What a plunge! For so it had always seemed to her, when, with a little squeak of the hinges, which she could hear now, she had burst open the French windows and plunged at Bourton into the open air. How fresh, how calm, stiller than this of course, the air was in the early morning; like the flap of a wave; the kiss of a wave; chill and sharp and yet (for a girl of eighteen as she then was) solemn, feeling as she did, standing there at the open window, that something awful was about to happen; looking at the flowers, at the trees with the smoke winding off them and the rooks rising, falling; standing and looking until Peter Walsh said, “Musing among the vegetables?”— was that it? —“I prefer men to cauliflowers”— was that it? He must have said it at breakfast one morning when she had gone out on to the terrace — Peter Walsh. He would be back from India one of these days, June or July, she forgot which, for his letters were awfully dull; it was his sayings one remembered; his eyes, his pocket-knife, his smile, his grumpiness and, when millions of things had utterly vanished — how strange it was! — a few sayings like this about cabbages.

-from Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf (1925)

AS GREGOR SAMSA awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed

into a gigantic insect. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his

head a little he could see his dome-like brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which

the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs,

which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes.

What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room, a regular human bedroom, only

rather too small, lay quiet between the four familiar walls. Above the table on which a collection of

cloth samples was unpacked and spread out—Samsa was a commercial traveler—hung the picture

which he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and put into a pretty gilt frame. It showed a

lady, with a fur cap on and a fur stole, sitting upright and holding out to the spectator a huge fur muff

into which the whole of her forearm had vanished!