Upon opening the ‘The Dubliner’s by James Joyce I had to flip back to the front cover, just to check it was actually that James Joyce. Because well, it’s normal. I have read… Continue reading
Happy Bloomsday everyone! Today – June 16th – is the day in which, in 1904, all the action from James Joyce’s ‘Ulysses‘ takes place. In order to celebrate, I thought I’d knit a little… Continue reading
So far, Ulysses is the hardest book I’ve read. The above picture is me reading on my lunchbreak in the car, parked at Fraserburgh beach as this is not a book I can… Continue reading
I am not a snowflake. No one is. Heinz varieties, more like. Reading Ulysses, I find I share an awful lot of thoughts with Leopold Bloom, and that chiming recognition in all art… Continue reading
I know it looks a bit nuts, but I like to copy out books. And I’m not the only one, Stephen Fry once said he has typed out a P.G Wodehouse novel.… Continue reading
I wonder about Huxley, Joyce and Milton. How they coped with their terrible malfunctioning eyes. From what I have read of Milton and Huxley, not a lot of it is visual. They are… Continue reading
Come on, I can’t have just one. That would be wrong. More than a week into 2015, the year I was going to embrace challenges to help me read outside my zone, and… Continue reading
