I am reading the Dubliners by James Joyce, which I find a very particular type of literary work. I know that for the UK brethren this author may be mandatory reading in school, but non the less I am glad I got to reading him later than never. Most critics describe Joyce as an avangarde key player in defining modern literature, and I can understand why. Be that as a may, my fascination with the collection of short stories called "The Dubliners" is that he describes episodes of local people's life, from rich to poor, from all walks of life and all trades, of all ages and genders. Most stories imply a simple plot, they follow a rather plain and uninteresting plot, nothing fancy, nothing thrilling, but intriguing non the less. In these stories, surprisingly tobacco is all too present, the pipe is smoked by your working class people, or by priests, cheap cigarettes are the pleasure of the young - as I assume they became more popular starting with the 20th century, while cigars, the big fancy ones are the noble man's trade mark. It's a story about you and me, except that it was set roughly 100 years ago, and tobacco was still something that wasn't making news headlines. I mean, really it's a story about you and me, I so often found myself feeling similar anxieties to the characters, having the same dilemmas, fearing and thinking about death, wanting more in life, material and spiritual wise, taking risk, chances, traveling on adventures, lived a plain childhood, etc and all that often I found solace in tobacco just like the characters. Any thoughts on this particular collection, if you read it?