Reading James Joyce is like having sex in the bath. (No really, it is.)
The best thing about having sex in the bath is being able to say you've had sex in the bath. The worst thing about having sex in the bath, is having sex in the bath.
So I am at last able to say (rather smugly) I have read Portrait of the Artist. But it was not a fun experience. And I have no intention of following it up with the Ulysses Jacuzzi version.
Congratulations on finishing. That is the one Joyce I forced myself to read.
ReplyDeleteThe short stories aren't bad. Dubliners is bearable. Even good in places. But life's definitely too short for Ulysses.
ReplyDeleteUrgh, I admire you! I have no intention of making my way through anything of his. Yuck.
ReplyDeleteI cannot believe that this is the first thing I should read on visiting your blog (as a result oif your wonderful weather comment on L'Archiduchess's blog). I happen to be in a café waiting for my car which is in the Doctor's and catching up on Samantha (my constant notebook companion). I laughed out loud and got a few enquiring looks.
ReplyDeleteI cannot help commenting that I agree absolutely with your assessment of sex in the bath and as for Joyce my experience agrees with yours but for a different reason. When I tried to read Joyce I was too young. Likewise ... well perhaps that's too much information.
Hello, GB. I'm afraid I'm pretty obsessed with the weather for most of the year. You're Scottish, you'll understand. You're probably the only poor b*stards worse off than us.
ReplyDeleteI love the Archduchess! She's fab.