In the short short “Araby” by James Joyce, a young narrator brings us on his journey of blinding infatuation. Throughout the story, it almost seemed like the narrator was being guided by a light. Little did he know it would lead him to a dark dead end. I would describe the protagonist as naive, passionate, and rash. The narrator is hell bent on purchasing an item from a Bazaar named “Araby” for his neighbor who you can call his “crush” after having a short conversation about the marketplace event. The narrator thinks this bazaar is some sort of sophisticated Middle Eastern market when in reality it’s run by the English. By the time he arrives, it’s almost closing time so there aren’t many people and the atmosphere is dead just like back home. The narrator is confronted with the harsh reality of the bazaar and realizes he was so blinded by his fantasies he didn’t realize he spent most of his money on his way there so now he can’t even purchase any gifts for the girl he likes.
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