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Oct. 24th, 2005 05:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionBorges doesn't do enough with that story where he meets his earlier self, as I recall, though their exchange about the value of Dostoevsky was pretty amusing. I think I'll attempt an imaginary interview with myself at, say, 17 soon.
About 40% through Ulysses and anticipating the dialogue between young and middle-aged Joyce that's clearly coming. It was a happy breakthrough to finally reach the library scene, I'd stopped exhausted in the newspaper or "Pineapple hill" sections in the last few attempts. I was also happy to find that this one at least I was qualified to read without notes. The supplement I've been using is the forty year old Bloomsday Book, actually, and it totally sucks though the idea behind it is good: it's a half-length paraphrase that reminds you of who's who and what's what as you go. Unfortunately it also throws in some interpretation--often wrongheaded, Blamire the writer is Christ-obsessed--, gives important things in future chapters away, fails to translate the foreign phrases, and often seems to skim over opaque passages as if Blamire has no idea what they mean either.
About 40% through Ulysses and anticipating the dialogue between young and middle-aged Joyce that's clearly coming. It was a happy breakthrough to finally reach the library scene, I'd stopped exhausted in the newspaper or "Pineapple hill" sections in the last few attempts. I was also happy to find that this one at least I was qualified to read without notes. The supplement I've been using is the forty year old Bloomsday Book, actually, and it totally sucks though the idea behind it is good: it's a half-length paraphrase that reminds you of who's who and what's what as you go. Unfortunately it also throws in some interpretation--often wrongheaded, Blamire the writer is Christ-obsessed--, gives important things in future chapters away, fails to translate the foreign phrases, and often seems to skim over opaque passages as if Blamire has no idea what they mean either.
