The greatest English language novel of the last 100 years was published 100 years ago today, February 2nd, 1922, on its author’s 40th birthday, by Sylvia Beach at Shakespeare & Company in Paris.
Try. It is worth it just for the passages that has the word 'Rudy' in it. There are few lines in English literature that are as sad and as beautiful and as haunting, they will make you feel like a father even if you are a man-hating porcupine.
Made it to chapter 4 on kindle. Got bogged down and switched to audible. I’ll make it through but I’ll need to read it as well. Might be easier to understand if they just used a more traditional British reader but that would probably lead to conflict. Biggest problem is the whispering by Stephen and Bloom only to be startled by Butt fuckin Mulligan. I often listen when falling asleep so it’s making it’s way into my subconscious and dreams I think. Maybe it will at least make my next therapy session more interesting. Not sure if it will crack my personal top 10 but I like it.
Not liking a novel is one thing. Insulting its readers is another. In my experience the admirers of Joyce usually keep their own counsel. Those who want to trash him are the vocal ones (as can be seen in most of the comments here) and yes, listening to such trashings, one might well die of boredom.
It is not actually not THAT difficult provided, oh, you know, just four or five European languages (dead or alive ), the history of Roman Catholicism and its rituals, the bovine bacteria problem in contemporary Ireland and its impact on Irish economy, history of Anglo-Irish relationship and Ireland's struggle to escape the clutch of Queen Vic, ALL of Shakespeare (literally ALL OF IT ), the Zionist movement in 19th century and the position of the Jew in the History of the West Civ.
And those are just the bare necessities. After doing this minor prep, the real cooking of the language starts, the fun begins with micturition, defecation and cunt.
P.S. ICMYI, I love that book. I made a FB post just to say I read it. Oh yes, I LOVE it. :-)
It’s one of those books I’ve never had the guts to try.
Try. It is worth it just for the passages that has the word 'Rudy' in it. There are few lines in English literature that are as sad and as beautiful and as haunting, they will make you feel like a father even if you are a man-hating porcupine.
Made it to chapter 4 on kindle. Got bogged down and switched to audible. I’ll make it through but I’ll need to read it as well. Might be easier to understand if they just used a more traditional British reader but that would probably lead to conflict. Biggest problem is the whispering by Stephen and Bloom only to be startled by Butt fuckin Mulligan. I often listen when falling asleep so it’s making it’s way into my subconscious and dreams I think. Maybe it will at least make my next therapy session more interesting. Not sure if it will crack my personal top 10 but I like it.
Joy borne of relief. I was joyful after the last 'Yes': I am as dumb as I thought I was, for I could not understand a damn thing, oh yes.
...couldn't put it down. I was nine.
I'm with you here. It takes a lot of effort and patience but ultimately worth it. Would love to hear you do a reading from the book.
❤️
Not liking a novel is one thing. Insulting its readers is another. In my experience the admirers of Joyce usually keep their own counsel. Those who want to trash him are the vocal ones (as can be seen in most of the comments here) and yes, listening to such trashings, one might well die of boredom.
I think you have stumbled into the wrong place. Feel free to take your insults and stumble away elsewhere.
It is not actually not THAT difficult provided, oh, you know, just four or five European languages (dead or alive ), the history of Roman Catholicism and its rituals, the bovine bacteria problem in contemporary Ireland and its impact on Irish economy, history of Anglo-Irish relationship and Ireland's struggle to escape the clutch of Queen Vic, ALL of Shakespeare (literally ALL OF IT ), the Zionist movement in 19th century and the position of the Jew in the History of the West Civ.
And those are just the bare necessities. After doing this minor prep, the real cooking of the language starts, the fun begins with micturition, defecation and cunt.
P.S. ICMYI, I love that book. I made a FB post just to say I read it. Oh yes, I LOVE it. :-)