A reader writes: “Derb—It’s the hundreth anniversary – how come no
comments in the Corner?”
Well, other Cornerites must speak for themselves, as no doubt they will.
There has been no comment from me because, after several earnest attempts
across many years, I have been unable to get more than a quarter of the way
through Joyce’s “masterpiece” before falling asleep. The few dozen pages I
have read left almost no impression on my mind. The only thing I recall
is him describing a pier as “a disappointed bridge,” which is mildly clever.
This is the kind of remark that starts a fist fight, though. I sense that
numerous readers are alread seething, and reaching for their keyboards with
hands trembling with rage. Hey, look: chacun a son gout and de gustibus
non disputandum — if you’re thrilled by Joyce, I wish you a very good day.
For myself, I fully expect, and hope, to go to my grave never having
finished Ulysses (nor even OPENED Finnegan’s Wake).