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Ulysses, James Joyce


Ulysses is a remarkable modernist novel penned by the Irish writer James Joyce. It was initially serialized in parts in the American journal The Little Review from March 1918 to December 1920. Subsequently, it was published in its entirety in Paris by Sylvia Beach on 2 February 1922, which coincidentally was Joyce's 40th birthday. This novel is widely regarded as one of the most crucial works of modernist literature. In fact, it has been described as "a demonstration and summation of the entire movement".


According to Declan Kiberd, "Before Joyce, no writer of fiction had so foregrounded the process of thinking". Ulysses chronicles the various appointments and encounters of Leopold Bloom in Dublin during an ordinary day, specifically 16 June 1904. The novel takes its name from the Latinised form of Odysseus, the hero of Homer's epic poem the Odyssey. It establishes a series of parallels between the poem and the novel, with structural correspondences between the characters and experiences of Leopold Bloom and Odysseus, Molly Bloom and Penelope, and Stephen Dedalus and Telemachus. In addition, it incorporates events and themes from the early 20th-century context of modernism, Dublin, and Ireland's relationship to Britain.


The novel is highly allusive and also imitates the styles of different periods of English literature. For example, Episode 12, Cyclops, is narrated by an unnamed denizen of Dublin. The narrator visits Barney Kiernan's pub where he meets a character known only as "The Citizen". There is a belief that this character is a satirization of Michael Cusack, a founder member of the Gaelic Athletic Association. When Leopold Bloom enters the pub, he is berated by the Citizen, who is a fierce Fenian and anti-Semite. The episode concludes with Bloom reminding the Citizen that his Saviour was a Jew. As Bloom leaves the pub, the Citizen, in anger, throws a biscuit tin at where Bloom's head had been, but misses.


The chapter is marked by extended tangents made in voices other than that of the unnamed narrator. These include streams of legal jargon, Biblical passages, and elements of Irish mythology. Overall, Ulysses is a complex and innovative work that has had a profound impact on the development of modern literature.

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PART ONE – THIS BOOK

This is an incredibly huge and imposing book. If it were to fall on you, it would surely result in an immediate trip to the Emergency department by ambulance. Here is a photo comparing an ordinary copy of Ulysses with it:



I usually buy the cheapest paperbacks from Abebooks, but sometimes something pricey catches my eye and seems perfect as a Birthday or Christmas present. So, this was an early Birthday present to myself. It's pure indulgence. I love it, but the question remains: who is this massive tome really for? The introduction states that many people attempt to read Ulysses and fail, and this edition is designed to assist the poor reader in grappling with all the difficulties. Well, there are already many guides available – I just read a great one:



So, that plus a cheap copy of Ulysses will suffice for all those wannabe readers. No normal person will shell out for this giant book unless they are already a die-hard fan like me. But for the Joyce obsessive in your life who already has a yacht, this is a must-have.

Why is it so big? Well, the original book is 730 pages long. Each of the 18 chapters here has an explanatory ten-page essay, adding an additional 180 pages. Plus, there are various other extras, and it all adds up to 960 pages. Also, there is a lot of white space on each page.

I haven't yet read all the essays. I'll update this when I have.

PART TWO

Goodreads has announced a new policy:

Creative writing will be removed from Goodreads on Sept. 1, 2022.

Some years ago, I wrote an absurdly long review of Ulysses that some Goodreaders kindly found helpful. I split it into two parts. The first part, covering chapters 1-7, is here:

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...

I put the second part into a \\"creative writing\\" entry, so I need to move it, and it might as well be here. But it's too long. So, this part covers only chapters 8-12.

THE BIG FAT ULYSSES REVIEW PART TWO

Note: Each chapter is rated out of ten for Difficulty, Obscenity, General Mindblowing Brilliance, and Beauty of Language.

8. The Laestrygonians.

Difficulty: 5
Obscenity: 3
General mindblowing brilliance: 2
Beauty of language: 3

This is where Bloom pops into a pub for a quick drink and a sandwich. The language is deliberately ugly in parts, focusing on innards, guzzling, and unappetizing foodstuffs like oysters that look like snot. Bloom suddenly recalls the first time he and Molly had sex (one assumes), and there's some sloppy sensual stuff that might have raised eyebrows back then -

Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. Yum. Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweet and sour with spittle. Joy: I ate it. Joy!

Then, five lines later

...fat nipples upright. Hot I tongued her

- yes, this is Ulysses and not Harold Robbins.

**

9. Scylla and Charybdis.

Difficulty: 5
Obscenity: 4 (Jehovah is described as “a collector of prepuces”; Buck Mulligan invents a play called “Everyman His Own Wife or A Honeymoon in the Hand” with characters like Toby Tostoff (a ruined Pole) and Crab (a bushranger).
General mindblowing brilliance: 4
Beauty of language: 6

You have to wonder who Ulysses is for anymore. I'm a huge fan, but even I'm not sure if it's really for me. This chapter is a good example. It's so abstruse. Here, young Stephen drones on and on about his theories regarding Hamlet and Shakespeare in general, and he wonders if he believes them, and we wonder what they are because his long speeches are just a natural wonder of confusing, high-toned nonsense. What's it all about, Alfie? as Cilla Black asked in 1966. On one level, JJ breaks his own rules here, as up to now, all the characters have spoken very realistically. But now, Stephen unleashes his intellectual mouth and comes out with stuff like this:

Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves. The playwright who wrote the folio of this world and wrote it badly (He gave us light first and the sun two days later), the lord of things as they are whom the most Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, is doubtless all in all in all of us, ostler and butcher, and would be bawd and cuckold too but that in the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, there are no more marriages, glorified man, an androgynous angel, being a wife unto himself

Like anyone would casually come out with such stuff before going for a pint of plain. Or maybe I just don't get out enough. Or didn't in 1904. So, all this beautiful language and rich phrasing in Ulysses is like having fois gras followed by Christmas cake and a plate of chicken jalfrezi for breakfast, then duck a l’orange and lightly flayed swan’s arse-cheeks for dinner, and the same again the next day. No beans on toast for you, my lad - fois gras! JJ loves his rare words to drive us all crazy - on page 201, for example, we have mesial, brooddam, honeysauce, sack (= wine), marchpane, ringocandies, gombeen, scortatory, lakin, and birdsnies.

One of Goodreads' great reviewers, Jason Pettus, once read through 100 designated “classics” and asked the question - well, are they still classics? And his crucial question is: how much can this work be enjoyed on its own, without having to refer to the critical and explanatory framework built around it? Ulysses has so much baggage. What is “common knowledge” anymore? Stephen's hundreds of allusions to past writers, theologians, poets, and philosophers, even if he's just a pretentious Irish bluffer trying to impress his elders, are in many cases way over our 21st-century heads. But even when it was published, Ulysses was famously difficult. Is it now almost impossible? But then, who wouldn't love this crazy sentence that suddenly appears at the beginning of this chapter -

He came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a step backward a sinkapace on the solemn floor.

**
10. The Wandering Rocks.

Difficulty: 2 (mainly due to a slight tedium creeping in)
Obscenity: 3 (see below)
General mindblowing brilliance: 5
Beauty of language: 6

This is the chapter JJ wrote while timing himself with a stopwatch - dozens of characters crisscross Dublin in the early afternoon. We jump from one group to an individual who meets someone else, then back to her and on to him - a technique similar to that seen in the movie Slacker. And just like that movie, some parts are a bit dull.

The obscenity in this chapter, I suppose, can be found in one guy describing Molly's breasts to another and telling how he managed to secretly touch her body parts in a cab once - he says "The lad stood to attention anyhow". This reminds me that in following Bloom in the previous chapters, how often he is shown leering and staring at random women he spots, trying to catch a glimpse of their petticoats and curves. Bloom isn't a pervert; he's an average guy, and we're reminded that in those old, awful days, the sight of sexy women was so rare and prized, and naked pictures were nowhere to be found. So, every man was constantly lusting. And so it is that in this chapter, average Bloom is fingering and eventually buying a pornographic novel, "The Sweets of Sin", which gets him thinking about sex: "melting breast ointments... armpits' oniony sweat. Fishgluey slime...". Yes, I guess some would think that train of thought a little obscene. You never know when someone in Ulysses is going to start thinking about sex, often very vulgarly, and this, I think, gave its first readers a great sense of anxiety, which boosted its reputation.

Also, in this chapter, the N word is used, and various characters display casual antisemitism.

**
11. The Sirens
Difficulty: 10
Obscenity: 1 (see message 33 below)
General mindblowing brilliance: 9
Beauty of language: 7

I had been looking forward to this chapter but have to report that it's ten times harder than I remembered. This is, I think, the point where people who think life is too short for Ulysses will throw it away with a cry familiar to literature fans worldwide: "James Joyce, you are not my favorite person anymore!". Many are called, but few are chosen, and the path to Molly's final universe-creating "yes" is thorny.

This chapter is about The Sirens, referring to the two barmaids in the Ormond Hotel where a group of the usual boring Dublin men are having - yes, of course - another round of drinks. Haven't they already had a lot at lunchtime? Yes, but now it's 4 pm, so they want more, in preparation for going out in the evening after a light tea to drink even more alcohol. Not to mention the constant smoking. Anyway, Joyce has several things going on simultaneously. There are the feebly ironic mythology allusions, which we can ignore; there's the plot, which is entirely psychological at this point as nothing happens in these 30 pages; and there's the dominant "art" of the chapter, which is music. In the previous chapter, JJ wanted to turn his book into a walking tour of Dublin. In this chapter, he wants to merge the written word as much as possible with music. So, we get stuff like this:

Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. Bloom. Flood of warm jimjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in desire, dark to lick flow, invading. Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrop. Now! Language of love.

Okay, Bloom, take a deep breath! It's not all like that. But it's often hard to tell what's being said to whom or whether we should really care. (But then, William Gaddis once wrote an entire - long - novel consisting of nothing but unattributed dialogue. Check it out! There's no avant-garde that some smart aleck hasn't tried somewhere.)

Stuart Gilbert describes the music technique of this chapter as follows:

The various themes are introduced in the fugal manner: the first, the Subject, is obviously the Sirens’ song. The Answer, Mr Bloom’s entry and monologue; Boylan is the counter-subject. the Episodes or Divertamenti are the songs of Mr Dedalus and Ben Dollard. The Episodes, Subject, Answer and Counter-Subject are often bound together contrapuntally…

Then he points out various effects from classical music that JJ cleverly works into the text: trillando, appoggiatura, fermata, staccato (hey, I'd heard of that one!), martellato, and so on and on. This is where 99.99% of readers are left thinking, hey, JJ, why do you do what you do? I can see why JJ made no money in his life except what he was given by a couple of strange American ladies who liked their avant-garde served straight up.

This is a very tough chapter full of beautiful phrases, sentences, and effects that don't make the reader's life any easier. Ulysses has to be more fun than this... and fortunately, it is.

**

12. Cyclops

Difficulty: 2
Obscenity: 7
General mindblowing brilliance: 8
Beauty of language: 7

Suddenly, without any warning, we are plunged into a first-person 50-page-long comedy sketch where the unnamed "I" visits a pub to see "the citizen" (also unnamed throughout) and a bunch of other Dubliners we've been encountering here and there. It starts like this:

I was just passing the time of day with old troy o the D.M.P. at the corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye. I turned around to let him have the weight of my tongue when who should I see dodging along Stony Batter only Joe Hynes.

And throughout, we also have another form of comedy - at the drop of a hat, we get strange and wonderful parodies of all the various types of pomposity that Joyce felt like taking a swipe at. For example, here he takes a shot at Spiritualism, which was popular in those days (still is, too):

- Don't you know he's dead? says Joe.
- Paddy Dignam dead? says Alf.
- Ay, says Joe.
- Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff.
- Who's dead? says Bob Doran.
- You saw his ghost then, says Joe, God between us and harm.
- Dead! says Alf. He is no more dead than you are.
- Maybe so, says Joe. They took the liberty of burying him this morning anyhow.
- Paddy? says Alf.
- Ay, says Joe. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him.
- Good Christ! says Alf.
Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.
In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing luminosity of ruby light became gradually visible, the apparition of the etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge of jivic rays from the crown of the head and face. Communication was effected through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery and scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus. Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heaven-world he stated that he was now on the path of pralaya or return but was still submitted to trial at the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the lower astral levels. …. Asked if he had any message for the living he exhorted all who were still at the wrong side of Maya to acknowledge the true path for it was reported in devanic circles that Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the eastern angle where the ram has power. It was then queried whether there were any special desires on the part of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. Mind C.K. doesn't pile it on. It was ascertained that the reference was to Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H.J. O'Neill's popular funeral establishment.


The rambling, lively conversation is amusing but full of slang expressions, and most of the time, it's like overhearing a conversation that would be understandable if you knew what they were talking about.

I guess I have to give a high obscenity score to this chapter for two passages. In the first, Bloom has stuck his head in the door and joined the conversation:

So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the codology of the business and the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those Jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on.
- There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf.
- What's that? says Joe.
- The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf.
— That so? says Joe.
— God's truth, says Alf. I heard that from the head warder that was in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker.
— Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe, as someone said.
— That can be explained by science, says Bloom
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Often regarded as one of the 'greatest novels of the 20th century', James Joyce's masterpiece, Ulysses, is truly a remarkable achievement. It is not only a feat of literary brilliance but also a feast for the senses. Joyce reimagines Homer's epic poem The Odyssey as the travels and trials of an ordinary man in the bustling streets and pubs of Dublin. He weaves together a diverse range of prose styles and perspectives, encompassing the entirety of life within the span of a single day, June 16th, 1904. This day, known as Bloomsday, has gained increasing popularity in modern times, a testament to the enduring greatness of the novel.


Reading Ulysses can be a challenging task, requiring the reader to have their wits about them. The novel is filled with cryptic allusions, obfuscating narration, and a rich vocabulary that demands careful attention. However, the rewards of persevering through this literary labyrinth are great. The book offers a unique and profound exploration of the human condition, as well as a showcase of Joyce's extraordinary writing skills. Each chapter has its own distinct style and technique, from the stream-of-consciousness to the parody of different literary forms. The language is playful, lyrical, and full of puns, making it a joy to read.


One of the most fascinating aspects of Ulysses is Joyce's use of multiple perspectives. The reader is placed within the minds of the characters, experiencing their thoughts and emotions in a direct and immediate way. This technique allows Joyce to present a complex and nuanced view of the characters and their relationships. Through the different perspectives, we see the same events from multiple angles, gaining a deeper understanding of the story and its themes. The idea of the 'parallax', which emphasizes the importance of different perspectives, is a major theme running throughout the novel.


Another notable feature of Ulysses is its treatment of women and sexuality. The novel has been criticized by some for its seemingly negative portrayal of women, but a closer examination reveals a more complex and nuanced view. Joyce explores the various aspects of female sexuality and the role of women in society, presenting both positive and negative images. Molly Bloom, in particular, is a complex and multifaceted character, offering a unique perspective on female sexuality and desire. The novel also touches on themes such as adultery, masturbation, and prostitution, all of which were controversial at the time of its publication.


In conclusion, Ulysses is a remarkable work of literature that continues to captivate readers today. It is a challenging and rewarding novel that offers a profound exploration of the human condition, as well as a showcase of Joyce's extraordinary writing skills. Despite its flaws and controversies, it remains one of the most important and influential novels of the 20th century, and a must-read for anyone interested in literature.

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Odysseus

Worker - Zurich - Paris, 1914 - 1921

By reading Ellmann's biography in parallel, I highly esteemed Joyce, for his background, his tireless efforts to support his work and his general stance in life. There are many elements of his life in Odysseus, in two versions: his youthful Stephen Daedalus and his mature Leopold Bloom.

This book is a work of life, at least that's how I see it, until I read the continuation of Finnegans Wake. And what doesn't it contain? Elements of Irish history, inner monologues, Platonic dialogues, discussions about literature but also bold shameless scenes.

Throughout the book, Joyce's criticism of the church and the conservatism of society is evident. A free spirit, an ideologist, faithful to values. There are many influences on him from great philosophers, writers, but a strikingly original one, proof of his individuality. He grew up in a family that had difficulty making ends meet, yet his father never failed to buy him books, without himself having any particular education.

Ezra Pound played a very important role, helping Joyce tremendously, as did his compatriot W.B. Yeats. In turn, he encouraged the famous Italo Svevo, as well as Samuel Beckett.

Odysseus was first published in Paris by the bookstore Shakespeare & Company, while its circulation was prohibited in England, Ireland and America. In the last chapters, Joyce is particularly bold, reminding one of Francois Rabelais (whom he even mentions).

His love for Greece was great. He always had the complaint that he failed to learn Greek. I cannot say that Odysseus is worthy of the Odyssey. They are two completely different works, no matter what common elements they may have.

This is a difficult and demanding book. There are many interesting reviews in the following blog. There are chapters that are easy and others that are incomprehensible. The only certain thing is that it requires more than one reading. It is one of the few books that fill you, leave you with a lot, that you remember for a long time, from the classics that gave another dimension to literature.
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Update after the 2nd reading (February - March 2022)

I have always had a desire to re-read Ulysses in conjunction with Homer's "The Odyssey". This year, I thought it would be a fitting way to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the writing of Ulysses. And so, I embarked on this literary journey. However, it turned out to be a vastly different experience from what I had anticipated. It took me a considerable amount of time to complete the reading, and each episode now has a unique association in my mind. Instead of being directly linked to "The Odyssey", it is associated with certain tragic and devastating events, or on some days, more hopeful ones, in the ongoing Russo-Ukrainian war. For instance, the initial disbelief and shock coincided with Episode 3 "Proteus"; the bombing of children in Mariupol with Episode 6 "Hades"; and the horrific massacre in Bucha with Episode 17 "Ithaca".

The last association is truly dreadful, as Episode 17 is one of the most cerebral episodes in the book, presented in the form of questions and answers, similar to catechisms or a children's encyclopedia. The cognitive dissonance was incredible as I tried to focus on this chapter while constantly being drawn back to scrolling through the news. In the book, Bloom and Stephen are contemplating the stars, while here I am, attempting to understand the limitless human cruelty on the small screen, next to the opened book. And then, I switch to "The Odyssey" and read Chapter 22 "Slaughter in the Hall". And there, the words seem to echo the horrors of today: "Quick, report in full on the women in my halls - who are disloyal to me, who are guiltless?" The description of the women being hanged is a vivid and disturbing image that has linked a circle in my head, connecting the women of Ithaca who died for their perceived sins at the hands of angry and cruel men with the women, children, and the elderly of Bucha. And in between, James Joyce is asking all those questions.

This was just a short summary of my long re-reading experience. The literary refined observations that I had hoped to acquire did not quite materialize. However, one thing that I picked up this time more than the first is how the style has completely dominated the second part of the book. The sheer scale of Joyce's experiment is staggering. I am not sure if any original innovation in English language stylistic choices is still possible after this novel. He was methodical in his experiment, almost scientific. But in some of those episodes, he seems to have lost a bit of his human message, in my opinion. Nevertheless, in others, there is such harmony and daring!

Maybe there will be a third time for me and Ulysses one day. If it happens, I would read the specific episodes in my chosen order, not necessarily in the order he wrote them.

Initial review @2015

Many times I have picked up that book in a bookstore but put it back on the shelf after flipping through a few pages. At first glance, it seemed like a confusing, chaotic, and wordy mess, which might be of special interest to a linguist, but not to a general reader. However, after reading some background information about the book and its history, I decided to take the plunge and give it a try. And I have no regrets.

There is an abundance of literature available about this novel. So, this review is very personal and not comprehensive. I will just point out what I have taken away from it and what resonated with me.

The novel has a simple idea underlying its complicated structure - every human being is a wanderer, and for a journey, you don't need to travel far. The book follows one day in the life of Mr. Bloom, an ordinary man who leaves his house in the morning and returns after midnight, bringing with him his alter-ego, young Stephen Dedalus, to stay for the night. In the meantime, he wanders the streets of Dublin, visits pubs, a library, a maternity ward, and other places; meets different people, looks, remembers... There are numerous conversations and encounters, but there is no more plot than that. For me, this is a very profound aspect of the book: "Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves."

What I found truly original was how Joyce depicts the internal monologue that a human being has every second. How an external, fleeting detail that we see is converted into our thoughts, not necessarily verbal; how a taste, a smell, or a piece of music triggers a specific, long-forgotten memory... And how millions of these thoughts form the mosaic of our life, almost without us consciously registering it. He beautifully verbalizes something that all of us experience every minute, but rarely put into words. He has made poetry out of it: "Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Sun's heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me memory. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. No sound. The sky. The bay purple by the Lion's head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities."

Another aspect of this phenomenon is how he notices small details in others and assumes that it is reciprocal: "Chump chop from the grill. Bolting to get it over. Sad boozer's eyes. Bitten off more than he can chew. Am I like that? See ourselves as others see us." How many times have you had similar thoughts when looking at someone in a restaurant, but how many times have you managed to write it down in such a beautiful way?

There are many things to discover in this novel, even on a superficial level: the allusions to legends, Greek mythology, Ireland, Dublin, love, fidelity, etc. But for me, the greatest attraction was the virtuosity and beauty of the language. He juggles words with such ease. It seems that for him, words are much more than just their meaning - he uses them as a composer would use notes, putting them together, rearranging them, testing the sounds and harmony. When you read the result, the word "meaning" almost becomes meaningless in itself: "She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a sip, sipped, sweet tea."

Equally, the novel has some of the best characterizations I have ever read, so economical and visual at the same time: "The brothel cook, Mrs. Keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a greasy bib, men's grey and green socks and brogues, floursmeared, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand, appears at the door."

Without a doubt, it is a very difficult and sometimes frustrating book to read. It requires a great deal of commitment. I struggled especially with the second part. For example, I felt completely lost when, in "Oxen and the Sun", he starts to use different literary styles that have evolved in Anglo-Saxon literature over the last thousand years. But in spite of all the difficulties, I found it a rewarding experience.

They often mention Ulysses as one of the three modernist novel-giants, along with "In Search of Lost Time" by Proust and "A Man Without Qualities" by Musil. I have read all three, and I find them very different. While Joyce is the most enigmatic and arguably the most artistic, Proust's novels are more psychological, and Musil's is more cerebral, full of ideas.

I would rather compare it with "St. Petersburg", the Russian novel by Andrei Bely. It is also based on a one-day story. And although I find it less complicated and more plot-based, it still creates the same atmosphere of the transience of life and language.

And finally, a few quotes: "History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake." "Beware what you wish for in youth because you will get it in middle life." "We can't change the country. Let us change the subject."
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I have left this book unrated because I simply cannot rate it. I cannot review it either or try to criticise it. Instead, I’ve decided to share my experience with something I cannot define.

But first, here’s what James Joyce had to say about it:

\\n  'I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.’\\n

The accuracy of this statement balances out the sheer arrogance of Joyce’s assertion.

I tried to put my own design on the book. Well, at least, I tried to focus on one particular recurring theme as I read in order to try and bring the thing together in my own mind. I failed. I focused on Death, or at least, discussions of Death and the representations of it. But after a while the ideas started to contradict each other and fade out of the narrative only to randomly pop up again and vanish.

Here’s three quotes I pulled out from the beginning though:

“Old England is dying…….”

“And what is death she asked…..”

“In a dream she had come to him after death…..”

Death, and its shadow, seemed to haunt the early part of the writing. What is this end we are pushing towards? Is it an end? Can we even call it painful? The idea it conveys is that time, at least time according to human perception, pushes singularly towards this phenomenon: the ultimate truth of life. Ulysses is deeply symbolic. This haunting can be read as a decay of the state, the breakdown of society (its traditions and values) as it enters a new modern era. The old structures of civilisation are dying, the world is changing, art is changing, thought is changing and perhaps this is what Ulysses represents in some sense. Perhaps this new creature of literature is the very essence of this new dawn, of the modernist art movement, or perhaps I have simply been swayed by one of the many nuanced impressions within the work, the subtle hints and suggestions that can be ready in so many different ways.

I focused so much on death that when it left the narrative I did not know what else to look for or why I was reading it or where the story was going. This book is not something that fits into a nice little box or one that can be summed up accurately: it simply is a thing that is. Forming a coherent opinion of something so incoherent is even harder. What can one judge? The sheer brilliance of the innovative writing is juxtaposed against the dull drawn out interactions and descriptions. Isn’t that sentence just one huge contradiction? Well, the entire book is one contradiction. I could spend a lifetime studying Ulysses and still not be able to decipher it.

I hate it.

I love it.

I want to burn it.

I want to celebrate it.

Certainly, I enjoyed reading parts of Ulysses, in fact, I engulfed parts of it. However, I detested just as many bits of it. I was so terribly bored with large parts of the novel, frustrated, agonised and, on one occasion, actually sent to sleep. You could imagine my dismay when I woke up the next morning with the thing on the floor and I’d lost my page number. I had no idea where I was exactly, somewhere between pages 300 - 500 I guessed rather inaccurately, so I had to try and back track. Much harder than it sounds. I lost my place in a book that I was already lost in completely. Not lost as engrossed, but lost in the sense that I had no idea where the hell I was in this labyrinth of writing and that’s before I lost my page. Now there’s some irony.

The result was me reading around seventy pages a second time round with next to no memory I had actually read them until I came across a rather distinctive passage and was rather annoyed with myself. Ulysses is a book that washes over you; it’s the sort of book that you can spend reading for a few hours and then barely remember what you have read. It requires a reader who can pay attention to a book that has a wavering plot, likes to wonder all over the place, and then return randomly to characters that have disappeared for a long period of time. All in all, it was my nightmare and my dream.

It defeated me twice. I kept forgetting what had happened, and despite reading so many plot summaries, I probably could not describe this book beyond what the blurb on my copy says. I feel like I need to read it again. The thought fills with me dread. Perhaps one day when I am old, surrounded by thousands of books and an army of loyal cats, I will pick up this book again and remember my initial desondency and admiration. Or perhaps I will be wiser. Perhaps I will see to the heart of the matter and hate/love Joyce even more for this, for this thing. As a random aside, I feel sorry for whatever kooky old professor in Fahrenheit 451 drew the bad straw and had to remember this book. I digress, but imagine that. Poor bastard.

I had to start the book again three times, and I found myself agonising over sections of inane and irrelevant bollocks. But there’s also beauty inside, just like life. How sentimental of me. Ulysses is modernism. Modernist literature varied, though a sense of newness permeated all artistic representations. And this was, and still is, something new.

\\n  I dare you to go and read it for yourself. \\n
July 15,2025
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Wow. I guess this is the sort of book that people either love or hate.

In all honesty, when I picked up Ulysses, I had no idea what to expect. Just a few months ago, I had read "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man," and I thought Ulysses might follow a similar format. However, Ulysses didn't even adhere to any clear format!

The reason I enjoyed this book so much is that I'm a lover of words and the English language in general. This book utilized an incredibly wide variety of words. In fact, I don't think I even understood half of what was happening in the book, yet I still liked it. It also contained elements of racism, including anti-Jewish sentiment and the use of the n-word, as well as deliberately bad grammar at times, made-up words, and abruptly ending sentences.

The magic of this book, in my eyes, lies in the fact that you never know what you're going to read next. It could be a beautiful poetic passage (the ones that describe Bloom's love of water are truly great), a series of questions and answers, a hallucination presented in the form of a play, some Latin, French, Spanish, or Greek, or a reference to ineluctable modality. You just never know!

I could probably talk about this book endlessly. I'll conclude by saying that I gained a great deal of respect for Joyce's genius while reading this book. He had an astonishing amount of knowledge, and you can tell that he poured his soul into it. I don't think there will ever be another book quite like it. This is definitely a book that I need to obtain a copy of so that I can read it again and again.
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I Can't do it.

It fell in my toilet and didn't dry well. I really tried to salvage it, but no matter what I did, it just didn't seem right.

At first, I thought about burning it. Maybe that would be a way to get rid of it and start fresh. But then I thought better of it. Burning it might cause more problems than it solved.

So, in the end, I'm accepting it as an act of god. I decided against burning it and just threw it out.

Yes, I am a horrible person. I feel bad about throwing it away, but I don't know what else to do. Maybe someone else could have found a better solution, but I just couldn't.

I guess this is just one of those things that happen in life. You have to make the best of a bad situation and move on.

Hopefully, the next time something like this happens, I'll be able to handle it better.
July 15,2025
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Tres meses of reading this work. Today, after a long journey, my odyssey concludes.


When I started reading, I knew it would be a huge challenge based on all the research and听闻 I had done about it. But as I progressed, I realized that more than a challenge of reading and literary skills, it was a test of time and patience.


At first, I thought about getting a guide and reading it with instructions, but I said to myself, "What fun would that be?" So I picked up the book and let myself be carried away by its pages.


I usually see a book as a train journey (an idea I saw on the YouTuber Theory of Chaos): you sit preferably by a window, the train starts to move, and you can only observe the scenery. There are two books that have changed my way of seeing that: Cortázar's Rayuela (which would be something like going from window to window), and Joyce's Ulysses, which I would compare to jumping from one train to another.


This brick hit me in the face in an incredible way. The edition I read (I didn't find it here on Goodreads) consists of 2 volumes, so its size didn't terrify me. But when I started reading, it was different. There were pages where I felt despair because I didn't understand or because I was bored. For example, chapter 7, which, despite its short paragraphs, was unbearable for me. Or chapter 17, which at the beginning trapped me with its long and technical sentences, but in the middle induced me into a terrible dream.


The chapter I feared the most was chapter 15, an extensive play. But to my surprise, it was relatively easy to read, and I liked it.


My favorite chapters would be: the first 3 (Telemachus, Nestor, Proteus), chapter 12 (Cyclops), chapter 13 (Nausicaa), and chapter 18 (Penelope).


Much has already been said about this work, and I'm not a die-hard connoisseur of Ulysses. I just read it as a young enthusiast and enjoyed it a lot. I always heard that it's a work that requires special preparation, or that not everyone finishes it, or that it's one of the most difficult to read. Some of this is true, but the myth behind the work makes not many people approach it (there's even a very funny review here on Goodreads that says "life is too short to read Ulysses"), and that makes me a little sad. Every reader should have the courage to know this book and delve into its pages.


The last thing I'll say is with a bit of melancholy. The time I dedicated to this colossus, and all the patience I invested, were not in vain. But something that hurts me a little is that this work is not for reading just once. The number of readings it requires is too many, and I'm not sure if I'll have that time and that patience in another opportunity in my life. Now I'm only 17 years old, and I started my reading life just 4 years ago. I would have liked to be a person who devoured books since childhood, but that wasn't the case. I dedicated a fragment of my life to Ulysses, and I don't regret it. But perhaps I won't be able to do it again (at least for a long time). So I hold onto hope and don't say goodbye to this book. Much better, I'll say see you later.


Five stars because it deserves them. And because I also deserve them XD.

July 15,2025
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Well, where do I even start with this one?

Crazy. Yep. This work is truly out of the ordinary, filled with elements that seem to defy normal expectations.

Ambitious and showy off. Definitely. The author has clearly aimed high and isn't afraid to flaunt their creativity and boldness.

Genius. Certainly. There are flashes of brilliance throughout that make it impossible to deny the author's talent.

Bloody infuriatingly difficult to read. You bet. The complex language and convoluted plot can be a real challenge, testing the reader's patience and perseverance.

Worth it. Of course. Despite the difficulties, there is something about this work that keeps drawing you in, making it well worth the effort.

Enjoyable. In the best masochistic way possible. It's a strange kind of enjoyment, one that comes from grappling with the text and slowly uncovering its mysteries.

Edit - Just finished my second read, this time on audiobook. It's still mad and confusing, but was also a lot of fun to listen to. The narrator brought the story to life in a new way, adding another layer of depth and nuance to the already rich text.
July 15,2025
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I don't truly feel worthy of reviewing this book. It's "Ulysses," one of the greatest modern novels in the English language. It's not just a love letter to the language but also a history of it. It has a rather sick and twisted relationship with its readers, to the extent that it has driven some people to spend a lifetime studying just a few chapters. I'm well aware that I missed a thousand things in every ten pages I read, and if I were to go back and read it again, I'm certain I'd see things in a completely different light.



Nonetheless, I did read it, and I feel the need to mark this down because it was a significant accomplishment for me. And there were many parts of it that were deeply beautiful. James Joyce was capable of writing prose that could bring tears to your eyes. Perhaps the subject matter might seem repulsive or even funny at times, but you'll find yourself both hugging the book to your chest and throwing it across the room. At least, that's how it was for me.



Given the book's enormity, people often become attached to particular chapters. It's easier to connect with just one specific vignette of the day. The chapters can largely stand on their own, with some plot threads serving as background. My personal favorite was "Scylla and Charybdis," which is based on an episode in the "Odyssey" where Odysseus has to make a difficult choice between him and all his crew going down in a black hole in the sea or facing a sea monster that will eat most of his crew but leave Odysseus alive to continue his journey. In this chapter, they are in a library, discussing theories about "Hamlet" and Shakespeare, while one of the main characters (Stephen Daedalus, for those who have read "Portrait of the Artist As a Young Man") struggles inwardly. It's truly beautiful, and in a novel that can be rather obscure, the introduction of Shakespeare was my way of understanding the message.



I have to say, though, for all its complexity, the message is as simple and as Hallmark as you can get. It's all about love, love, love, baby.

July 15,2025
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Reviewed in August 2012


This review is my attempt to reclaim Ulysses from the Joyce specialists and prove that it can have universal reader appeal. My edition was a simple paperback without notes or glossary but containing a preface which I intend to read after I've written my review. I'll probably look at other reviews too as, frankly, I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms from the world of this novel.


The word 'novel' seems inappropriate to describe Ulysses, yet at the same time, it might have been invented specifically for it. Everything about it is novel, from the structure to the use of language, from the characterisation to the treatment of history.


But by ‘novel’, I don't mean experimental in an obscure or inaccessible way, as its reputation seems to imply. I found Flan O’Brian’s At Swim-Two-Birds quite difficult to follow in a way that Ulysses is definitely not, and I’m finding Samuel Beckett’s Molloy, which I’m currently reading, much more difficult to get involved with. Ulysses was pure pleasure in comparison.


So why has this book developed such a fearsome reputation? Perhaps because we mistakenly think that to enjoy it, we need to have a thorough knowledge of the classics, including Shakespeare and Homer. The fact that I know very little about The Odyssey except that it recounts a long journey home made by Odysseus/Ulysses didn’t take from my enjoyment in the least. I’m not an expert on Hamlet either, but the little I know, and which most people probably know, was sufficient to allow me to follow the sections which refer to it. There are a few Old English phrases near the beginning that I googled but I soon decided to just let myself sink into the world of Leopold Bloom and Stephen Dedalus without further interruption.


Being able to read this without disruption is probably part of the reason I enjoyed the experience so much. When I bought my copy some fifteen years ago, I read about a third of it with great pleasure but as I had young children at the time and limited free moments, I had to give up when the reading experience became more challenging. And yes, it does become challenging in some parts, but never for very long, as if Joyce knew exactly how far he could try our patience.


As to deciphering those challenging sections, I think that one reader’s guess is as good as another’s. A big part of the pleasure for me was the puzzle element because I had plenty of time to reflect on what I was reading, time to figure out a meaning that satisfied me and also made sense of the bigger picture. And that’s what my reading without notes proved to me: there is a perfectly logical trajectory behind it all, even behind the more phantasmagorical elements. During the course of one day, Joyce reveals more and more facets of his main character, Leopold Bloom, and of the world he lived in. The characterisation of Bloom is so well done that by the end, he represents everyman, and every woman too, as well as messiahs and prophets, kings and emperors, in short all of humanity, complete with all of its goodness, and yes, some of its failings.


Of course, my interpretation may not be accurate and there may be acres of symbolism that I missed, but since I had such a satisfying read, how can that matter? My satisfaction may have depended to some extent on the fact that I have an Irish background, but to what degree it helped me, I cannot tell. It is true that some of the material was familiar from history lessons and from general culture but at the same time, the Dublin of 1904 was a complete revelation to me. And the themes covered move quickly from the local to the universal so that a lack of knowledge of Irish life and culture shouldn’t be an impossible barrier, just a challenging one.


If you prefer exciting, stimulating, rewarding reading experiences, Ulysses might be the perfect book for you.

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