Every Thursday night for over eighteen months, ending in early 2002, I had a date with a varied and somewhat eclectic group of people from widely different backgrounds to read James Joyce’s Ulysses aloud. Tackling this masterpiece of experimental fiction seemed too daunting a task to be accomplished on my own, but savoring the words, sentences, and images as part of a group was an exhilarating and enlightening experience. Every year on this day, I think back on my Ulysses group with fondness.
"…yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes."
Anyone for Finnegan's Wake?
Happy Bloomsday!
Ok, I HATED The Dubliners, but maybe, just maybe, if there’s a really good reason (like us hanging out together?) I would be willing to do Finnegan’s Wake.