Ulysses: A book chronicling the passage through Dublin by a man, during an ordinary day, June 16, 1904. The title alludes to the hero of Homer’s … implicit and explicit, between the two wo

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Ulysses is a novel by James Joyce, first serialized in parts in the American journal The Little Review from March 1918 to December 1920, then published in its entirety by Sylvia Beach on February 2, 1922, in Paris. It is considered one of the most important works of Modernist literature.

Ulysses chronicles the passage through Dublin by its main character, Leopold Bloom, during an ordinary day, June 16, 1904. The title alludes to the hero of Homer’s Odyssey (Latinised into Ulysses), and there are many parallels, both implicit and explicit, between the two works (e.g., the correspondences between Leopold Bloom and Odysseus, Molly Bloom and Penelope, and Stephen Dedalus and Telemachus).

Review

1 “Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”
2 “Love loves to love love.”
3 “A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.”
4 “Art has to reveal to your ideas, formless spiritual essences.”
5 “The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.”
College Green Dublin
6 “Let my country die for me.”
7 “What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.”
8 “To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.”
9 “Can’t bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.”
10 “People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.”
Grafton Street Dublin
11 “What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is my own.”
12 “Be just before you are generous.”
13 “Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.”
14 “I love flowers, I’d love to have the whole place swimming in roses.”
15 “Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires.”
Swny’s Chemist Dublin
16 “He laughed to free his mind from his minds bondage.”
17 “We can’t change the country. Let us change the subject”
18 “What incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones that passed it all off as a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their own minds.”
19 “The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue…”
20 “Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.”

About the Author

James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic. He contributed to the modernist avant-garde and is regarded as one of the most influential and important authors of the 20th century. Joyce is best known for Ulysses (1922), a landmark work in which the episodes of Homer’s Odyssey are paralleled in a variety of literary styles, most famously stream of consciousness. Other well-known works are the short-story collection Dubliners (1914), and the novels A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916) and Finnegans Wake (1939). His other writings include three books of poetry, a play, his published letters and occasional journalism. Joyce was born in Dublin into a middle-class family. A brilliant student, he briefly attended the Christian Brothers-run O’Connell School before excelling at the Jesuit schools Clongowes and Belvedere, despite the chaotic family life imposed by his father’s unpredictable finances. He went on to attend University College Dublin. In 1904, in his early twenties, Joyce emigrated to continental Europe with his partner (and later wife) Nora Barnacle. They lived in Trieste, Paris, and Zürich. Although most of his adult life was spent abroad, Joyce’s fictional universe centres on Dublin and is populated largely by characters who closely resemble family members, enemies and friends from his time there. Ulysses in particular is set with precision in the streets and alleyways of the city. Shortly after the publication of Ulysses, he elucidated this preoccupation somewhat, saying, For myself, I always write about Dublin