Monday, June 16, 2008
June 16th is the day that takes place in Joyce's Ulysses. I must say I am still proud of myself for finishing that dauntingly epic novel. I read it for my Joyce class in 2005. As the course progressed, our copies of the book fell apart. Our furious notes, dog ears, highlights, and page flipping certainly added to the destruction, but it was quite severe. The pages became detached from the spine in large chunks of pages. The binding long rendered useless, my copy of the Gabler edition of Ulysses sits proudly on my shelf, still resting from the wear of that spring semester. And summer. I turned in my final paper a semester late.