I have been accused of literary sacrilege for reading Ulysses on my iPhone. For a writer who has escaped the chronic error of believing that anything is sacred, I can honestly say that, although I’m surely not the first to have accomplished this, the experience has been nothing but rewarding.
I can’t claim to be a Joyce scholar anymore, although back in college I read all of Joyce and have since reread much of his work. It was not always with pleasure, though usually so.
Here’s how my favorite literary critic, the great Northrop Frye, describes my favorite novel: “If a reader were asked to set down a list of things that most impressed him about Ulysses, it might reasonably be somewhat as follows.… Lês fierder