So forgive me for posting this brief place-holder of a blog post until I can write something more substantial. My head is swimming with thoughts and feelings about reading this magnificent, strange, enormous, amusing, bewildering and occasionally infuriating book. I need to just take a deep breath and let things settle.
I plan to spend the rest of December 1) Writing about my Ulysses experience, 2) Considering which book will be my next Reading Everest book, and 3) Reading books I've been shoving to the side these last five months -- some fiction, and non-fiction. At the moment, inspired by Ursula Le Guin's delightful swipe at capitalism in general and Amazon in particular, I'm eyeing The Lathe of Heaven.
I may update the blog, I may not. If the next few weeks turn out to be a blog hiatus, I will definitely resume posting here Jan. 1, 2015. Reading Everest will continue. We're only halfway there.
Moby Dick, done.
Ulysses, mission accomplished.
The remaining candidates: Proust, Middlemarch, War and Peace, and Gravity's Rainbow.
For now, thanks to those of you who followed me on this one. It really did help knowing that there was a community of Joyceans out there (which I previously was oblivious to) supporting and advising and occasionally teasing me.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Happy Holidays ...