Way back in the snows of antiquity, I read James Joyce's Dubliners, Ulysses and Finnegan's Wake. Call me a philistine, but I haven't touched any of them since. Not that I wouldn't; I just don't feel the urge to do so.
Plus, I really think Ulysses--all 800 or so pages--has to be read in one sitting. I am reminded of that after tuning into WBAI, the local Pacifica radio station, for its annual Bloomsday reading of the book.
Ulysses is a stream of consciousness (or a collection of the world's longest run-on sentences) that describes a single day--16 June 1904.
One thing I might do some year soon, if I have the money and time, is to go to a Bloomsday bicycle rally in Dublin. If nothing else, the sight of all of those people, attired in the vetements of the period and riding delivery bikes, ridingfrom pub to pub in through the streets of Dublin.
Plus, I really think Ulysses--all 800 or so pages--has to be read in one sitting. I am reminded of that after tuning into WBAI, the local Pacifica radio station, for its annual Bloomsday reading of the book.
Ulysses is a stream of consciousness (or a collection of the world's longest run-on sentences) that describes a single day--16 June 1904.
One thing I might do some year soon, if I have the money and time, is to go to a Bloomsday bicycle rally in Dublin. If nothing else, the sight of all of those people, attired in the vetements of the period and riding delivery bikes, riding
