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funlesbian 's review for:
Ulysses
by James Joyce
Ulysses would be worthless if it wasn’t also imbued with ‘fun’. It imitates the historic epic like a child imitates a giant via standing on tables. At times, reading Ulysses can feel like rearing this rebellious but ebullient child, and attempting to follow their every winding stream of conscious. But deny them and rob yourself the rare pleasure of elucidation from some improbable syntax of tree, light and scale. Joyce intends to communicate with every cryptic syllable the joy of deciphering some impossible sentence in some old tomb, like uncovering rocks in the stream (of conciseness). Essentially, a bibliophile simulation video game that places the reader as Odysseus. You must use all of your wit to make it through these traps and trials only to find yourself at home kissing the rump of an adulteress who shuns punctuation; the final boss of modernity (pure unadulterated feminism?)