No one has ever made reading James Joyce sound appealing to me before. That alone should interest my dear readers enough to take a look at this post.
Now for the good stuff. In rereading Ulysses and dipping into Finnegans Wake and Richard Ellmann’s biography of James Joyce, it’s become clear that the man is one of those artists who I have a foundational, yet utterly complicated and baffling relationship with. It will take some time to completely hash things out.
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