UlyssesAmaryllis - an Imprint of Manjul Publishing House , 10 jan. 2023 “From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step.” Ulysses is one of the finest examples of modernist literature ever published, exploring a single uneventful day in the life of Leopold Bloom, an ordinary salesman who lives in Dublin, and also features his wife Molly, and a writer, Stephen Dedalus. Heavy structural and thematic parallels are drawn between Ulysses and Homer’s Odyssey, and Joyce makes heavy use of stream of consciousness to portray the characters’ psyches in greater detail, making it a difficult but extremely rewarding read. James Joyce was an Irish writer, poet, and literary critic considered to be one of the most important authors of the 20th century for his unique modernist style of writing. His most well-known books include Ulysses, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and Finnegan’s Wake, and he was an influence on writers as varied as Cormac McCarthy, John Updike, and Jorge Luis Borges. |
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... girl. She heard old Royce sing in the pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others when he sang: I am the boy That can enjoy Invisibility. Phantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed. And no more turn aside and brood. Folded ...
... girl he calls her. —Snapshot, eh? Brief exposure. Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots. An elderly man shot up near the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones, water glistening on his pate and on its ...
... girl, —Yes. —Spooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with money. —Is she up the pole? —Better ask Seymour that. —Seymour a bleeding officer! Buck Mulligan said. He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and ...
... girl I knew in Paris. Tiens, quel petit pied! Staunch friend, a brother soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. His arm: Cranly's arm. He now will leave me. And the blame? As I am. As I am. All or not at all. In long lassoes ...
... girl playing one of those instruments what do you call them: dulcimers. I pass. Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read: in the track of the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiled, pleasing himself. What Arthur ...