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Ulysses
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Too many years ago to count, the summer after studying A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and Finnegans Wake with a feisty, elderly Irish Jesuit priest at the Catholic university I attended, I attempted Ulysses on my own. I didn't finish it. In fact, I hardly got started. I believe I stalled during episode 7 (Aeolus), which is where, this time, I had to go looking for some help for the first time. I understand now why my professor didn't choose this as one of Joyce's works for us to study, even though we read Finnegans Wake; as very young adults we did not yet have nearly enough experience with literature and language in general.
Several times in the beginning I wondered why I was continuing to read on, since there was so much I didn't 'get,' and then, right at that point, I'd read something that made me continue. For example, during episode 9 (Scylla and Charybdis) the most difficult thing was not the words I was reading, but their context: I didn't know who was talking, who was being talked about and whether they were actually talking or thinking. I let it go and just read, and eventually it made a kind of sense. Near the end of the episode I breathed a sigh of relief that I know Shakespeare and Hamlet. It then became fun. And fun this book is, and funny: several times I laughed out loud, or inwardly groaned at Joyce's childlike delight in punning. As I read, or rather reread passages, a meaning would surface: a giddy, heady experience akin perhaps to what a young child feels upon learning to read.
By chance I'd acquired an edition with no notes and no annotations, so for the most part I just read without stopping. Of course I looked up a few things online, not to mention reading all the great posts by my GR group buddies. If not for them, who knows when or if I'd ever have restarted or even finished this? A schedule (thanks, Kalliope!) makes me a little anxious and that's a good thing. At first I couldn't imagine myself one day rereading this, as quite a few of my online friends do, but as I got deeper and deeper into it, oh, yes.
Too many years ago to count, the summer after studying A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and Finnegans Wake with a feisty, elderly Irish Jesuit priest at the Catholic university I attended, I attempted Ulysses on my own. I didn't finish it. In fact, I hardly got started. I believe I stalled during episode 7 (Aeolus), which is where, this time, I had to go looking for some help for the first time. I understand now why my professor didn't choose this as one of Joyce's works for us to study, even though we read Finnegans Wake; as very young adults we did not yet have nearly enough experience with literature and language in general.
Several times in the beginning I wondered why I was continuing to read on, since there was so much I didn't 'get,' and then, right at that point, I'd read something that made me continue. For example, during episode 9 (Scylla and Charybdis) the most difficult thing was not the words I was reading, but their context: I didn't know who was talking, who was being talked about and whether they were actually talking or thinking. I let it go and just read, and eventually it made a kind of sense. Near the end of the episode I breathed a sigh of relief that I know Shakespeare and Hamlet. It then became fun. And fun this book is, and funny: several times I laughed out loud, or inwardly groaned at Joyce's childlike delight in punning. As I read, or rather reread passages, a meaning would surface: a giddy, heady experience akin perhaps to what a young child feels upon learning to read.
By chance I'd acquired an edition with no notes and no annotations, so for the most part I just read without stopping. Of course I looked up a few things online, not to mention reading all the great posts by my GR group buddies. If not for them, who knows when or if I'd ever have restarted or even finished this? A schedule (thanks, Kalliope!) makes me a little anxious and that's a good thing. At first I couldn't imagine myself one day rereading this, as quite a few of my online friends do, but as I got deeper and deeper into it, oh, yes.
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January 19, 2011
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November 3, 2014
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34.99%
"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."
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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."
November 9, 2014
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50.32%
"And as no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness."
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November 17, 2014
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65.77%
""Bloom: I wanted then to have now concluded. Nightdress was never. Hence this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now is will then tomorrow as now was be past yester.""
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November 30, 2014
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""At the same time he inwardly chuckled over his repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his God being a jew. People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep. The most vulnerable point too of tender Achilles, your God was a jew, because mostly they appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhere about in the county Sligo.""
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December 4, 2014
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""From inexistence to existence he came to many and was as one received: existence with existence he was with any as any with any: from existence to nonexistence gone he would be by all as none perceived.""
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December 7, 2014
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""If he had smiled why would he have smiled?
To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and alone, whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.�"
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To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and alone, whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.�"
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I started it once, a long time ago. Not sure when I'll get to it, but I want to one day.
I know that you, Lisa and other of my GR friends have read it multiple times and that inspires me!


Not me, K.D. I started reading it a long time ago, when I was a young mother and too busy to focus on it. I didn't finish it, though I still have a vivid memory of what I did read. I need to pick it up again one day.

Thank you for joining the Group read and for being so energetic... You added a great deal to the dynamics and enthusiasm...







Great review! I look forward to reading with you again.
(sorry about those book confiscations, but somebody had to stop you!) :)


Thank you for joining the Group read and for being so energetic... You added a great deal to the dynamics and enthusiasm..."
The only brave thing I did was sign up for the course and then, of course, I had to read FW. It could've been foolhardy, but I lucked out with the professor.
Thank you, Kalliope.

It's kind of hard for me to believe it now, but I was a freshman too when I took the course I referenced above, Elaine. The professor focused on the experience of the language and it was quite fun.

I'm thinking of reading Proust in 2015 too, Judy. I have Swann's Way already in case I decide to and have already read the first few pages.

All is forgiven, Reem. ;) Seriously ... reading with all of you was a lot of fun. A solitary read would not have been nearly as much fun.

Oh, Carol, I meant to say it's not all like my reading-progress notes. There are actually several 'normal' passages as well. ;)
