Colbourne wrote: > Could somebody please tell me a nice little honest something about > Ulysses that will make me read it? I mean, what is it, too? It's a book, more or less. Nothing will make you read it. Especially not the book itself. It doesn't need to be read, it doesn't want to be read, it just is. It lives up to Joyce's maxim about the difference between art and dogma. It doesn't sit there on the page telling you what it is, telling you what you're reading, telling you what great and glorious message the egocentric author needs to impart to you, kind reader. It just is. It's the real thing. Life itself. >From heroism to masturbation and from Plumtree's Potted Meat to cuckoldry, it's all in there. And the connections you bring to it will tell you more about your own personal approach to life than about Joyce. Still, if you don't read it it will make it harder for you to read most novels written since. What can you say about a book that trashes the concept of third person omniscient, makes a mockery of the nineteenth century concept of the novel, and blew the doors off the twentieth century, WHILST being as cinemagraphic as any novel ever written (years before even talkies were invented) and pretty much paved the way for the stream of consciousness to come flowing through traditionally linear texts, and all the time cubistically mirroring Homer's Odyssey? That said, the more a priori knowledge you bring to it, the more rewarded you'll be. And if you love words, wordplay and puns, it's hysterical. And if you're multilingual, it's even better. Malcs