Only a few years after the publication, in 1913, of the first volume of
The Search for Lost Time,
appeared a book as fascinating as it was puzzling:
, by the Irishman James Joyce.
Tracing its course on the ancient work, it leads us into the depths of the souls of characters who meet in Dublin on a single day, June 16, 1904, between 8 a.m. and 3 a.m.
The curfew was therefore not yet in order.
Navigating a disturbing range of styles, here we are immersed in the mental wanderings of Leopold Bloom (Ulysses), Stephen Dedalus (Telemachus) or Molly Bloom (Penelope), to the famous final monologue stripped of structure, punctuation and, because it is interior, superego.
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A chapter, the twelfth, devoted to the Cyclops, resonates fully in our time.
It is five o'clock.
The narrator, in the middle of a conversation with a man named Troy, meets an acquaintance, Joe Hynes.
He decides to accompany her to the local bar.
There, they find "the citizen", a character without
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