Tagged as: Bloomsday

Yesterday was Bloomsday, in which people who have read Ulysses say “It’s Bloomsday” and if they’re in Dublin they can dress up as Leopold Bloom and walk around the places Joyce wrote about. And I suppose they might eat a kidney, masturbate, be cuckolded and get drunk to recreate the entire day. Keyes is unimpressed […]

Pearls Before Swine (AMS) lives up to its name today, because Ulysses really is, and always has been, a case of casting pearls before swine. Joyce didn’t much care if people “understood” it, though he added even more layers of riddles, inside jokes and obscure references to Finnegan’s Wake, next to which Ulysses reads like […]