A review by leili_vee
Ulysses by James Joyce

2.0

I thought I’d find something profound there but it was only just a different way of writing than was previously seen at the time. Toooo much preoccupation with penises and ladies’ feet. Too many instances of white male ideology. Loquacious drivel from under-developed man-babies attempting to express their impotence at being emotionally repressed in their stifling Victorian era. Yes, I comprehend that their incessant Hamlet rants and all of the queer innuendo are very much a product of that time period. No, I don’t think being able to capture the way humans think on paper is particularly poignant at all. Almost 30 hours of chittering children complaining about how the world has done them wrong because they are male, being baffled about “The Great Feminine Mystique,” and shaming themselves continuously for failing their dead mothers...if I craved any of these things I’d just hang out with my tweenie son and his friends for a day and a half. At least they don’t feign erudition. DNF @ 12 hours (yes, I know this is considered white patriarchy cannon, but clearly it is not for everyone).