The first time I heard of Ulysses, I was in my friend’s home looking through her parents’ extensive library. When it comes to libraries, my attention automatically is captivated by books. I marvel at them and the secrets they hold in their pages. My friend showed me a book that she attempted to read. This book was Ulysses by: James Joyce. She told me that she had tried to read the book as she knew that it was supposedly a “great work of literature,” but it was incomprehensible.
Years later, I ended up registering for a course on Modern British Literature. The interesting thing about registering for a university course months in advance is that the reading list is sprung upon you at the last minute. A month before the winter term began, I was sent an email with the reading list. 1984 by: George Orwell, To the Lighthouse by: Virginia Woolf, The Loved One by: Evelyn Waugh, Heart of Darkness by: Joseph Conrad, The Return of the Soldier by: Rebecca West, and finally… Ulysses by: James Joyce.
My mind wandered back to when my friend showed me the large brick-of-a-book while telling me how confusing Ulysses was. Did I stand a chance? Even so, I did not back out of the course. Which brings me to present day. I am currently tackling this 900-page novel that no one understands. As I am writing this, I have just finished chapter 5 – “The Lotus Eaters”. I will attempt to write one blog post per chapter and explain my thoughts on each chapter.
It won’t be easy…