/lit/ - Literature

I have no idea what the fuck is going on but the prose is very entertaining.

Ulysses is not a book one can read once and say you have read it. One reads Ulysses and continues to read it over the course of their life and they always get something more out of it. You see your reading of Ulysses as an ever-growing benchmark of your journey as a reader (both of Joyce, other great authors and history). I find it helpful to approach the novel with a sense of humility.

Would it even make sense reading Ulysses in another language than Irish?

I'm eight chapters in and I was expecting to find this far harder than I have been so far. It is hard to understand at points, sure, I know I'm missing a lot, sure, but it's never hard to enjoy or appreciate. Was I anti-filtered?

I have a book related question. I recently decided that I would like to get more into reading books. I know its kind of a hard one to start with but Ulisses by James Joyce seemed really intriguing so I wanted to read that one, although I have a dilemma. English is my second language and I wanted to have a better vocabulary in my native language, Polish. I've heard though that Ulisses has quite the style of writing switching between different styles and all that hard to understand stuff. So, my question is: Should I read the book in English (I understand English perfectly) or would reading a translation be comparably good. If any of you read a translation of this type of book, please share your thoughts.

I saw a thread about translations and Ulysses, but now I'm curious, which part do you consider untranslatable?

is it the most overrated book of all time?

I recognise that reference!
*claps*

Best translation?

So, what's the best edition of Ulysses for a first time reader? I'm looking for one that:

a) It's the closest to the original publication minus the errors.

And:
b) Doesn't include shit that wasn't there in the beginning, i.e. adds shit from Joyce's letters or whatever.

>Ill change that lace on my black dress to show off my bubs and Ill yes by

God Ill get that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole is
itching me always when I think of him I feel I want to I feel some wind
in me better go easy not wake him have him at it again slobbering after
washing every bit of myself back belly and sides if we had even a bath itself
or my own room anyway I wish hed sleep in some bed by himself with
his cold feet on me give us room even to let a fart God or do the least thing
better yes hold them like that a bit on my sidep iano quietly sweeeee theres
that train far away pianissimo eeeeeeee one more song
that was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free who knows if
that pork chop I took with my cup of tea after was quite good with the heat
I couldnt smell anything off it Im sure that queerlooking man in the
porkbutchers is a great rogue I hope that lamp is not smoking fill my nose up
with smuts better than having him leaving the gas on all night I couldnt rest
easy in my bed in Gibraltar even getting up to see why am I so damned
nervous about that though I like it in the winter its more company O Lord it
was rotten cold too that winter when I was only about ten w

>So I ask: Who the hell is this Joyce who demands so many waking hours of the few thousand I have still to live for a proper appreciation of his quirks and fancies and flashes of rendering?

Ulysses is a great example because it can be enjoyed by someone who doesn't even read literature purely for it's prose and the sounds of the words bouncing around but it can also be enjoyed for all it's rich allusions.

This fucking book has been oppressively peering out at me from my bookshelf for so long. Ever since I first cracked it open and realized I was way in over my head, back to the shelf it remained. I knew I'd tackle that thing one day.

So I left it there, always as some sort of daunting challenge that I would get around to. Read my my obligatory dubliners/potrait and Odysseus in preparation. Read some other stuff, life passed on by etc.

Finally just decided to dive in to it and damn, 200 pages in and this is something else. Glad I've finally embarked upon this book chaps, here's to finishing.

So anyway

How about we get a good old fashioned Ulysses thread going

Was it satire?

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>to accurately show what the book’s about
this a shit

pic related is the best book cover ever despite featuring neither a set of fried kidneys nor a jewish cuckold

Made me realize how extraordinary our minds and existence are and how much goes on in a single day.

Redpill me on this book, /lit/.

It's constantly called one of the best novels ever written, but why? The writing style is so overly complex and bloated, it makes Virginia Woolf seem like YA fiction in comparison. Nothing remotely interesting seems to drive the plot forward, either.

Am I just a brainlet?