So I finished reading Ulysses. It took about an entire year, but I finished it. (To be fair, there were several times I didn’t read it at all for a week or so, so I probably could’ve finished it faster if I was less tired/busy and more dedicated. Alas, I was not.)
The great thing about Ulysses is that there is already so much written about it. There are scholars and academics who have researched extensively about the content, and written not only essays, but entire books about it. As such, I feel no great need to give my interpretation of it, or even write some kind of summary about the novel.
Instead, I thought it would be of more value to write something that helps others decide if they want to tackle this monumental piece of literature. I owned my copy of Ulysses for over ten years (probably closer to 15 years) before I had the courage to pick it up and open it. I didn’t know anyone who had read it, so there was no one to say, “Hey, you should read Ulysses. I think you’ll find it to be an interesting and valuable experience.” Instead, I was sort of half guilted into it, and half encouraged by a vague sense that maybe I was ready to read it.
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