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    Ulysses
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    Ulysses

    By James Joyce and Cedric Watts

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    With a new Introduction by Cedric Watts, Research Professor of English, University of Sussex.

    James Joyce's astonishing masterpiece, Ulysses, tells of the diverse events which befall Leopold Bloom and Stephen Dedalus in Dublin on 16 June 1904, during which Bloom's voluptuous wife, Molly, commits adultery.

    Initially deemed obscene in England and the USA, this richly-allusive novel, revolutionary in its Modernistic experimentalism, was hailed as a work of genius by W. B. Yeats, T. S. Eliot and Ernest Hemingway.

    Scandalously frank, wittily erudite, mercurially eloquent, resourcefully comic and generously humane, Ulysses offers the reader a life-changing experience.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWordsworth Editions
    Release dateNov 1, 2013
    ISBN9781848704480

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    • 5/5
      6stars? 100? My favorite book? Kinda. The book I've read the most? Definitely. This is a book you can read 10, 20 times and get something new out of it each time. There are dozens of books written about this book, and they add something too, but the thing itself is (really) thoroughly enjoyable. Still shocking in form after all these years, this is as good as a novel can be.
    • 5/5
      This recording is better than I ever would have imagined. A superb job by the readers.
    • 5/5
      Oh, that, "apathy of the stars." I am wistful and amazed.

      P.S. I have since read texts by Julian Rios and Enrique Vila-Matas who devoted novelistic approaches to Ulysses that ultimately steer the reader back to Bloom and Dedalus. I know of no other groundswell that continues to percolate and excite.
    • 4/5
      Well worth wading through, if you have some annotations or at least Cliff's Notes on hand - at the very least to pick up on the references that don't make any sense to anyone who wasn't living in Dublin in 1916. The analogy that Joyce draws between the journeys of Odysseus to a day in the life of one ordinary man is very powerful, even though we work backwards through his life and at the end we probably know more about Leopold Bloom than perhaps any character in any book. The streams of consciousness that comprise most of the book seem appropriate to get a clear feel for Bloom's state of mind, and the play style of the hallucinogenic Circe scene works well. Perhaps the climaxes of the book occur when the ghosts of their dead loved ones visit both Bloom and Stephen Dedalus. But Joyce also drops in what appear to be random styles of writing, particularly in the Cyclops chapter, and the question-answer style of Ithaca is fairly difficult to follow. Does it add to the book? Not that I can see. There are also constant lists of what appear to be nothing in particular; other conspiracy-minded books (Focault's Pendulum, Illuminatus) hint at their respect for Joyce and provide similar lists; coupled with the coded letters that Bloom writes in the book I think it's pretty likely that at least some of the lists contain secret messages. Bloom is clearly a Freemason - I don't see how anyone could say otherwise. I didn't take the trouble to try to translate the messages but it seems a pretty good bet that the key to the code is in the line N. IGS./WI.UU. OX/W. OKS. MH/Y. IM., which is the coded address of the woman to whom Bloom sends letters.The long stream-of-consciousness of Molly Bloom that ends the book is also very telling concerning Bloom; a look at him through the eyes of the person who probably knows him better than anyone else. I'm not sure I find the hints of reconcilation convincing, but I don't see that a divorce or angry recriminations are in the Blooms' future either. And I'd be surprised if our Everyman hero ever has a huge resolution, or third act, an end to his drama, because I think that is precisely what Joyce tries to avoid. His hero will remain ambiguous forever. And in the end, isn't that what we really can expect?
    • 4/5
      This is an experimental novel for it’s time that follows a Dublin school teacher, Stephen Daedalus through the events of June 16th, 1904. It is a pretty ordinary day. The cast of characters is large, with Molly Bloom and her husband Leopold dwelt on quite thoroughly. To sum up this is a major classic of English literature, and quite fun to read. First Published February 2, 1922.inished January 18th, 1971.
    • 5/5
      WOW!Nuff said.
    • 5/5
      A brilliant book to read and reread, but not a book to love with the heart, more with the brains. Great variety in styles, themes, some experiments are a succes, others not. This is not about Dublin on 1 day, by 1 person, no, on the contrary, the multiple points of view are essential! It's kind of cubustic view on reality. A few of the topics Joyce touches: what is truth, what is reality? How can you know reality? And how, as a human, can you cope with this reality?
    • 1/5
      Cacotechnous humbuggery.
    • 5/5
      Utterly perfect.
    • 1/5
      Impenetrable
    • 5/5
      The magnificent, complex novel, detailing one day (16 June 1904) in Dublin. This is a magnificent, wonderful, detailed, human story. Nothing could be better, funnier, or sadder.
    • 2/5
      I am not afraid to admit that this book was as far over my head as the deep blue sky. I didn't understand it. I never knew what was happening. I did not READ Ulysses, I just looked at the words on each page, and this was not from a lack of effort. It's an interesting experience to go through this book, but I am not sure I would call it enjoyable.
    • 2/5
      Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, I am free at last!

      This review will be all over the place, as I have so many conflicting thoughts regarding this book. While I did love certain sections, they just could not make up for the fact that the rest of the book was simply a form of literary torture. I don't think I've ever had such a roller coaster ride of a reading experience before. Joyce managed to make me laugh out loud one second, and the next I was sitting on my hands so as not to gouge out my own eyes. Am I glad that I read it? Absolutely. Will I read it again? Hell no.


      I found Recovering Your Story: Proust, Joyce, Woolf, Faulkner, Morrison by Brown professor Arnold Weinstein to be an immense help while reading Ulysses. Honestly when I first started reading it, I was very cynical. Whenever I would hear people talk about how amazing Ulysses was, my brain always translated it into "I have no idea what the hell he's saying, so it must be brilliant!" But the author of this guide really opened my eyes. After reading certain explanations or interpretations of his, I found myself thinking "damn, that Joyce is a clever bastard". Through Weinstein's observations I also learned the best way (for me) to read the stream of consciousness chapters - which surprisingly have turned out to be my favorite. I've found that I love Bloom as a character (maybe it's the underdog thing) and I absolutely love being inside his head. My favorite episode was Hades, followed by The Wandering Rocks, Nausicaa, Penelope, and the first half of Circe (that one just went on way too long and it ceased to be amusing).


      Unfortunately, none of that was enough to make me actually enjoy this experience. And as much as I loved the final page, it was a bit anti- climactic - I felt like Queen's "We Are the Champions" should have been playing in the background as I closed the book (forever). Or at least the "We Did It!" song from Dora the Explorer.


    • 1/5
      I know this is supposed to be one of the greatest books of all time, but goodness did I struggle to get through it! Even when I was done I must admit I barely had a clue what had happened.
    • 5/5
      "History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
      "...Yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes."
      Gosto de uma frase do Faulkner, que diz “"You should approach Joyce's Ulysses as the illiterate Baptist preacher approaches the Old Testament: with faith." Muitas pessoas pensam em um clássico como um livro frio, sem emoções, fechado. Principalmente um clássico impossível [sic] como o Ulisses. É um livro difícil (mais difícil, diz a lenda, pra quem lê a tradução do Houaiss do que pra quem lê o original), e é um livro excitante, que prende o leitor como poucos. Quando eu o li sabia apenas que o livro se passava em um só dia e que tinha um paralelo com a Odisséia. Não sabia nem mesmo que cada capítulo é escrito em um estilo, ou que começa e termina com a mesma letra. Isso foi excelente, porque eu pude notar isso, achar incrível, morrer de vontade de reler o livro e aí sim começar a tentar entendê-lo melhor. É um livro que vou reler minha vida toda. O fato de que mesmo assim eu nunca vou entender metade dele não me surpreende: não tenho a pretensão de entender completamente qualquer livro. Creio que não só os especialistas, mas muitas vezes os próprios autores não chegam a entendê-los completamente – a autonomia de seus personagens requer isso. Mas é um livro que vou reler minha vida toda com prazer e querendo descobrir mais.
    • 5/5
      There are many books I have added to my list and for which, although I may have given them a rating, I have not provided a review. I have resigned myself to the fact that most of them will never have a review for it is unlikely that I will have the time. Tonight, though, I determined that I had to make the time to add some comments to Ulysses, for it is without a doubt one of the greatest of all books and deserves all the conversations possible with its readers.

      It was a comment by AN Wilson regarding Tolstoy that began the chain of thought that led me here. All writers, he said, lived in the shadow of Tolstoy. To be fair, it seemed that he was referring to writers of historical fiction but there are those who believe it to be true of all writers.

      All writers may well write in Tolstoy's shadow, but without doubt they labour in Joyce's light, which is a far more precious thing. For not only did Joyce shape the form, the consciousness and the soul of the modern novel, he did so with a skill of language and words that has rarely, if ever, been matched.

      George Bernard Shaw once remarked that it took talent to start a new trend in art, but a genius to end it. So it is with Joyce, except that he was more than just a talent, but a literary genius of such magnitude that we may well have to wait a very long time for a greater genius to come onto the scene and re-define the novel. Countless attempts have been made, of course, but none that could over-shadow Joyce's Ulysses.

      The secret to reading Ulyssses is not to take oneself seriously, and the book perhaps slightly less so. It is a book that reveals itself by simply reading it, letting it fertilise our intellect as we let the words wash over us. It is a song in which we can follow - albeit with difficulty at times - the literal words but which has beneath them, infused in them, a greater meaning altogether. Through sound, rhythm and pace, the words take on a new etymology that no dictionary could chart. They work together to create meaning and sense beyond the building blocks of language. It is the closest we have of prose as poetry.

      Ulysses bursts with life, with humour, with optimism, with sensuality and a sheer delight in being human, including the painful parts of that condition. It is raw and sophisticated, delicate and brutal but never dull. I cannot recall reading it and finding a paragraph that didn't contribute or offer something.

      Molly's soliloquy is one of the finest human reflections in literature since Hamlet and in its sheer essential humanity, and even greater comment on existence.

      It would be folly and arrogance to assume that I could add anything of real value to what has already been written about Ulysses. All I can say is that this is an astounding book that has lit the way for every writer and every reader since.
    • 5/5
      I get why this is such a famous book. But, much of the style, taboo topics, etc are no longer as striking. Joyce is a singular talent, but man this is way too long.This book makes Derrick Jeter seem under rated.
    • 3/5
      Three stars. I can't help but chuckle while clicking on the respective star, as it seems such an utterly absurd rating for a book that is really anything but mediocre.

      Truth is: From my small-brained point of view there are brilliant passages and chapters that I devoured (if one can devour in baby-spoon portions, as this is the only way this book can be read I suppose), sometimes poetic, sometimes hilarious, sometimes just mind-bending.
      There are other chapters my brain appreciates for the intellectual stunt they are performing but they aren't necessarily a pleasure to read. In fact they are hard, painful labour. And then there are chapters that might have caused irreversible damage to my brain.

      To me, this book is the crazy, courageous, very clever and sometimes - yes it has to be said - extremely tiring attempt to turn every piece of dust on the streets of Dublin into a cross reference for the entire cultural history of mankind in general, and that of Ireland in particular while changing literary style chapter by chapter. Chapeau.
      I am not sure this book is for reading though. It might be for studying, and one could do so for the rest of a lifetime. One day, when I am old and wise and have gained an unearthly tolerance to 400 out of 1122 pages of complete incomprehensibility I might pick this up again. Maybe sooner. For now I will happily lift the 1785g of German Annotated Ulysses back into it's shelf and watch it from a respectful distance.
    • 5/5
      Is this the best book ever written in English? Maybe not, but it does have a freshness and a sense of daring after all this time. Spending so much time seeing the world through the eyes and other senses of the characters is something only a few authors could pull off, and the places where this works here are dazzling.
    • 5/5
      This novel (odyssey in fact) needs to be read with good notations and a focused mind, but is fulfilling and wonderful! I would recommend it a thousand times over! There are passages that I have laughed at and there are passages that I have skipped, but overall...there are no words to describe Ireland's 20th century epic!
    • 5/5
      A stunning book. I've talked with several readers who got stunned by the time they reached chapter 4 and quit. Most would-be readers I've talked to are stunned by its reputation and never even try. I've talked to several academic readers who take Ulysses oh so seriously--some of them had been knocked into a corner professionally and can't get out. I read it and was stunned silly.

      I believe the book is a an immensely intelligent set of parodies within an even more staggeringly conceived parody. Ulysses isn't a retelling of the Odyssey, it's a magnificently upside-down parody of the poem. Leopold Bloom isn't a heroic wanderer, trying to get home and take his rightful place--much the opposite; Stephan Dedalus, unlike Telemachus, wants to avoid finding a father and certainly doesn't want to be like Bloom; and Molly Bloom/Penelope sure hasn't been waiting patiently or cunningly for her husband to return.

      Within the larger parody, each of the chapters is a parody of some writing style or publishing genre. Sometimes I was entertained and mentally exercised, sometimes I was bored, and sometimes I had no idea what was going on and had to go to the academics for help.

      Re-reading Ulysses must be very rewarding, but right now I've decided to settle for smaller rewards elsewhere. I'm wondering, though, if I'll ever be satisfied with any book in which the characters are less intimately drawn. It's a world I might be compelled to come back to because all other book worlds might seem sketchy, thin, and dull in comparison.
    • 2/5
      Yes. 'Unreadable' comes to mind. But I was listening to it on audio and I -still- couldn't stand it. I like to think I'm cosmopolitan in my reading and that I don't dismiss books because they're 'hard'.

      But this book seems to be nothing but free association. Definitely there are some beautiful 'word matches' but there is little to nothing else to give it any substance or ... anything.

      25% into the book and I know it's a no-go. At least for the near future. Gah!!
    • 4/5
      I have given this book 4 stars because I realise that although it is a difficult book to 'enjoy' it must have been written by a brilliant mind. This is one of those books that we are all told we should read before we die. I am hoping to finish it by then - I have been reading it for about 2 years and I am nearly to the last section.
    • 5/5
      Personally Ulysses means more than a lot. To me, there are books and there is this bible. Was quite young the first time I tried it, couldnt drag beyond the first chapter. Then after two summers, lots of waters had passed under the bridge and many more truths collected when I picked it up casually at a friend's place and finished it in three days flat.Each word made perfect sense. Rare harmony:That experience of consciousness.

      It is this consciousness that makes even most gifted writers kneel before its altar:

      There is a story about how George Orwell was depressed after reading this. He wrote that how impotent he felt before the might of this book, that everything he ever wrote or read seemed like a speck of trivia.

      And when Scott Fitzgerald met Joyce, he kneeled and sobbed like a smitten teenager asking him 'How does it feel to be great genius Sir?

      Also, It has my favourite sentence in all english literature:

      Love loves to love love. (Love-subject, object, verb, everything in the universe)

      YES, Ulysses is not a book, its a Kingdom, love it or hate it, but deep down we all know English literature is simply divided into BU and AU- Before Ulysses and After Ulysses.
    • 4/5
      Fittingly for the tale that launched a thousand professorships, Ulysses breaks down effectively like a course syllabus:25% tight realist novel with modernist flourishes - innovative in that regard, in a small ways - about fathers and sons, the quest for self, the breakdown of a marriage, repressed sexuality, even hipsters (isn't Buck Mulligan the very type of pudgy unshaven 30 year old with moustache and sweater who is friends with several bands and is either a gov schlub or an indie cartoonist or both, Vancouver, 2005) - you know, all the old standbys.25% spot-on-dialogue based mythopoeic journey into Ireland and the Irish, Dublin and its assorted Sidhe, and on that note I should cop that my favourite moment was when they're all in the bar and that caveman walks in. If Dublin disappeared off the face of the earth tomorrow and you had to reconstruct it based on this book, you'd end up with - no disrespect to Dub and the Dubs - a weirder and more wonderful place. This stuff also makes you realize how Irvine Welsh (let's not even touch all the modernist and post-modern writers who we all know were influenced by Joyce, and reach across the aeons a little, because I did find this rather striking) is really surprisingly close to just being Joyce with a dose of Scottish pragmatism and a couple slaps upside the heid if ya dinnae stop greetin ya cunt40% fol-the-rol-the-ra-the-raddy and flibberty-bibberty bee! Amazing stuff, although come on, Molly Bloom's (awesome) soliloquy is just serial monogasentences with the periods shaken out. 40%, in other words, Finnegan's Wake.And the last 10 percent? Class participation, of course, which is where this book franly falls down and turns, for all its richness, too frequently from pleasure to chore. Because half this book wants to be read stone sober and half blind drunk - hell, by the end there drunk might not even cut it and you'll wanna be crunk or frunk or strunk and white or badunkadunkdunk. All of which are solid ways to be, except that the two halves are so irremediably entangled that it makes actually reading the fucker grindy and jarring and not at all smooth, because there you are getting hosed for the next paragraph and having to sober up before you can finish your sentence. And I like smooth. I think Ulysses begs to be read like how some people do with the Bible, where they stick a pin in it and that's their daily think. And books like that really annoy me, with all their intimations of psychological comprehensiveness and implicit claims to authority. So yeah, I didn't give this book as much time as it needs, but I think I gave it as much as it deserves.**(A month).
    • 4/5
      I actually liked this book (despite the fact that it really isn't well-written, at least in my opinion). Extremely hard to follow unless you take an entire class on this one book (which I did). What I liked about it is the relationship between the two main characters and how it ended up. His ability to place a different emphasis on the same word a/o sentence amazed me. Never before had I read something that meant so many different things. I really this book as attempt to make as many allusions and insinuations as humanly possible, and he achieved that.As much as I want to find some sort of literary value in the book, I just can’t. It’s extremely interesting to read, but holds no entertainment value or otherwise.
    • 5/5
      Fantastic, amazing, poignant, funny, daring, excruciating, provocative. Read it once on your own, and then read it again in tandem with Burgess' guide. Read it one hundred times and you will always find something new. Best. Novel. Ever.
    • 1/5
      I read it. I read the whole thing. Every frickin' word. Do I appreciate some of the inroads he has made for literature? Yes. Do I appreciate his language play and knowledge? Yes. Do I nod knowingly at his allusions and historical awareness? Yes. Do all of these combine to give this book such high praise? NO. It feels like someone you are vaguely acquainted with telling you about their dreamscape. Save your time and select a different classic into which to delve.
    • 4/5
      Whew.I know that it's a classic, and realize that many people consider it to be the greatest novel of the twentieth century.I was constantly amazed by what Joyce could do with words, and there were many times when I re-read lines, paragraphs, or entire sections just so that I could savour the beauty of the language.But I have to admit that there were at least as many sections that I had to re-read because my eyes had glazed over, my attention had floated away, and I was bored.On the whole I enjoyed and am glad that I finally got around to reading this book, but once was enough.
    • 5/5
      "Ulysses" by James Joyce (1934) is a novel about the interaction of social responsibility and personal desires. It focuses primarily on three characters: Stephen Dedalus a self-absorbed scholar attempting to find his artistic voice, Leopold Bloom who tries to meet his social responsibilities in a culture that is not completely accepting of him, and Molly Bloom (Poldy's wife) who struggles with her feminine destiny. The novel parallels the structure of Homer's "Odyssey" that chronicles the 10 year struggle of Odysseus to return from war in Troy to his home in Ithaca. Ulysses, the Latin translation of the Greek name Odysseus, is Leopold (Poldy) Bloom who travels the streets of Dublin one Thursday on June 16, 1904. His goal is to accomplish his daily task of meeting his family's economic needs, forming social alliances with Dubliners (including Stephen), and satisfying his own drives for understanding and fulfillment. Odysseus sought to reunite with his wife and assess her fidelity in his absence, and Bloom looks forward to the end of the day when he returns to his home at 7 Eccles Street, concerned about his wife's unfaithfulness. "Ulysses" is remarkable in its descriptive detail of the physical and psychological environments of Dublin and its characters. The feelings related to immersion in the living Irish city are so strong that there may be some irrational fear of being unable to return to current life. The entrance into the reality of the lives of Stephen, Molly, and Poldy is uncanny as readers become physically and psychically connected to characters. It is a matter of proximity. You lose your own personality as you accompany these people when they converse, walk the streets, visit stores, drink and philosophize, reveal themselves in stream of consciousness monologues, argue, pursue bacchanalian extremes, and have private battles with loss and melancholy. The reader `sees' everything that day, the external locations and the inner worlds of the characters, with the "ineluctable modality of the visible." This is the direct and complete experience of Joyce's art without the restriction of our own frame of reference, history, obligations, and wants. It is intimidating to realize that your own life is changing, that part of your personal history now contains a new day of your own existence - you have extended your life for a day. Many people throughout the world celebrate a second birthday on June 16 (Bloomsday). After publication of "Ulysses," I believe that James Joyce (like a few other artists) spent the rest of his life amazed at his creation. As he lay dying in hospital waiting for his wife to return to his bedside, he had to wonder where his inspiration originated, where he summoned the ability to give the gift of another day of life to us all. The reader can benefit most from "Ulysses" by preparing to read it. Read (re-read) Homers "Odyssey." Pay close attention to the structure, the symbolic content, and the psychology of Odysseus. Odysseus was a flawed hero, externally brave but also self-serving and blind to parts of his own personality (like Bloom). Use "Ulysses Annotated" by Don Gifford to help guide you through the detail of theology, philosophy, psychology, history, rhetoric, and the physical layout of Dublin. This reference work is very good because it allows readers to have their own experiences by providing only supplementary content (facts) that help to understand the myriad allusions presented in the text. I suggest that you enjoy the many beautiful styles of prose presented in the 18 episodes pausing to quickly glance at the definitions in your opened copy of "Ulysses Annotated." Then before reading the next episode, go back and read the complete explanatory entries in this reference book. Give yourself a couple of months to enjoy the novel and add this new day to your life.

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