Dear readers, poet friends… Between us, let's be sincere: who started James Joyce's
Ulysses
, who finished it?
This “
monstro-book
” belongs to those monuments of literature of which only a handful of initiates seem capable of deciphering its mysteries.
It neighbors
Research
and
War and Peace
in the pantheon of intimidating masterpieces.
A century has passed since the publication of Ulysses and its aura remains (no offense to Virginia Woolf who in 1922 judged the work "
pretentious
" and "
vulgar
").
Since it is in France, in Paris, that the first complete edition is published (in English), it seemed natural to us to complete the crossing in the opposite direction.
James Joyce will be our guide and interpreter.
Because the current city of Dublin, which beats to the rhythm of traditional Irish music, pints of Guinness and the neon lights of Temple Bar, retains in its flesh the scratches of a painful history, of which Joyce will have been the implacable observer.
Through Dublin and…
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