Look... book confessions, continued. Joyce is hard to read. I've only ever gotten through Dubliners. I've stopped and started the rest. But I'd rather die with their contents a mystery than let someone give me the gist of it. That's the Gran Promise.
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This exchange always stuck with me! It's like a little glimpse into the hardcore Eve that *will not* become jaded.
You have a lot of interesting hills you're willing to die on.
– I love you, Ronald.
– I love you, Evey-Ningy.
– EVERYBODY BE COOL, THIS IS A SUMMER READ. ANY OF YOU FUCKING HIPSTERS MOVE, AND I'LL INSPIRE EVERY MOTHERFUCKING LAST ONE OF YA.
I remember once reading a 4chan thread where somebody said something like "those [people who browse 4chan's literature board] are crazy, they'll tell you to read James Joyce!"
The literary taste of anybody from 4chan aside, I still haven't checked for myself whether that condemnation was deserved
I read Ulysses and I'm still not sure why.
In contrast to what I said on the last page, I think I've known all about James Joyce since around 1996. What a strange child.