James Joyce. Happy Bloomsday, Sir. Thanks for Ulysses.
I hope you all stocked up on V-8, or the hair of the dog, or whatever, before yesterday’s Bloomsday.
For those unaware, Bloomsday is a sort of Saint Patrick’s Day for Mensa Members. It’s a day when the 750 million people who say they’ve read James Joyce’s Ulysses cover to cover –including the 642 who actually have- celebrate the Dublin meanderings of the book’s characters, especially Leopold Bloom, on 16 June 1904.
Perhaps I should begin reading the book again myself. I once made it to “Nestor” before being overtaken by pretty much anything else, maybe some celebrating. Anyway, perhaps I should check it out from the library, tonight, and encourage you all to do so, as well. We can read it together, and record a weekly song about each episode. I’m not kidding. I’ll fish out my library card, right now, and head to Carondelet Branch to pick up a giant copy.
So, join me in a summer of Joyce! We’ll read about our favorite fictitious Jewish-Irish Dubliner.
