Reading Ulysses

Posted: 20/01/2016 by vequinox in Literature

The Champagne Epicurean

At the very bottom of the evolutionary tree of modern literature there lies one book and one book only: Ulysses, by the Irish writer, poet, alcoholic, egomaniac James Joyce. As wonderful a writer as he was a difficult person (the man who refused to fulfill his mother’s dying wish that he take communion). Ulysses is the seedling from which sprouted all the literature we cherish today. Without it and without Joyce there would have been no Hemingway, no Faulkner, no Bellow, no Nabokov, no Roth.

It is a masterpiece meant for writers – and those non-writers who have a sense of fun.

Why is it such a fundamental text in modern literature? (Apologies for the near-religious tone of that sentence, hopefully Joyce would have appreciated the punning) Geographically: it is a novel that fits into its 600-odd pages the entire city of Dublin. Never before or since has a city…

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