So, the Ulysses readalong started yesterday. I’d already be a day behind if I hadn’t started early. I’m roughly where I should have been 24 hours ago, but I ain’t giving up yet. I started off reading the annotated version here provided by a commenter on Roof Beam Reader’s site:
But just found all the notes too distracting. Like trying to read when someone’s interrupting every sentence. So I decided just to read the thing, wade into that river of words and let it flow around me like the Liffey and see what comes of it.
—He can’t wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror. Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can’t wear grey trousers.
Which I started to do, then got distracted by My Name is Red, then by Howard’s End is On the Landing, then by Utz, but now. Now. I am pulling my attention away from each of these temptations and going to wallow in Joyce if I can. Though as you can see I’m easily distracted, but we will give it the old college try. Me and the cat. And here’s a little song to be going on with…
Lal the ral the ra
The rocky road to Dublin