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A review by evergreen994
Uliks by James Joyce
1.0
-Begone Procrustes, you daemon of the ages. I won't be fooled by your hospitality!
Ulysses is an endless vomit of random references with a narrative I could not care less about. Reading it to completion and understanding all the idiotic and childlike allusions is the only true, imagined point of the endeavour. And yes! You should be keeping a score, or what's the point?
In the completion you are tasked to become a part of a postmodern plot. What do you get in the return? You get the legitimization of those semi literate and the most useless among us.
Mr. Joyce, I do know the answers to your idiotic riddles, but I do not ask for your approval, for not only do I not perceive you as an authority, I see nothing to respect and acknowledge here.
This truly is a *horrible piece of cultural violence* and only purpose i could see for it is throwing it in the garbage in hope of some catharses.
The only reason this won't do is pure consideration for the tree that had to die for it to be printed and for the tragedy of the translator that actually tried. So this horribleness on my shelf has a new function. It is an immortal testament to the horrors of post modern world and to the futility of doing before understanding.
Some things are better left undone. Don't be a part of the plot and wear it as badge of honor.
Garbage like this is the reason why I can't force myself to read fiction for years now. Reading the rest of the reviews here only enforces that position.
Ulysses is an endless vomit of random references with a narrative I could not care less about. Reading it to completion and understanding all the idiotic and childlike allusions is the only true, imagined point of the endeavour. And yes! You should be keeping a score, or what's the point?
In the completion you are tasked to become a part of a postmodern plot. What do you get in the return? You get the legitimization of those semi literate and the most useless among us.
Mr. Joyce, I do know the answers to your idiotic riddles, but I do not ask for your approval, for not only do I not perceive you as an authority, I see nothing to respect and acknowledge here.
This truly is a *horrible piece of cultural violence* and only purpose i could see for it is throwing it in the garbage in hope of some catharses.
The only reason this won't do is pure consideration for the tree that had to die for it to be printed and for the tragedy of the translator that actually tried. So this horribleness on my shelf has a new function. It is an immortal testament to the horrors of post modern world and to the futility of doing before understanding.
Some things are better left undone. Don't be a part of the plot and wear it as badge of honor.
Garbage like this is the reason why I can't force myself to read fiction for years now. Reading the rest of the reviews here only enforces that position.