A review by geniusscientist
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce

3.0

I think I read this book whilst I was in England! The only thing I remember about it is his priest's description of Hell, and how not only was it hot and crowded etc, but also smelly. And that really made an impact on me, because man, yeah, heat is one thing, but Hell would definitely be more hellish if it smelled like shit and/or vomit all the time.

It's the only Joyce I've ever read, and I remember enjoying it. Maybe one day I'll attempt that other one.