Ulysses, by James Joyce, was on my reading list for years. I have always been determined that someday I would read it, difficult book or not. Last year I started it.
I got about a third of the way through, then I put it down. It was an exhausting process. I don’t have a good enough grounding in Greek mythology to get all the allusions, although I did pick up a lot of the echoes of Shakespeare. I still haven’t picked it back up again, and you know what? I’m not going to. I am going to pull out the bookmark and put the book into the next charity bag. It is the third time in my life I have stopped reading a book part way through with no intention of finishing it.
The first was Ghormenghast. I would have finished that, but my timing was either good or bad, depending on your point of view. They put the mini series on TV just when I was a third of the way through, and once I had seen that I was less inclined to finish the book. The second was Labyrinth, by Kate Mosse. I got halfway through and realised I just didn’t care what happened next. Ulysses has joined a short list, but I expect the list will grow as I no longer feel the need to finish a book just because I started it.
Something I thought I could do is write a review. I have decided to review the book, using only sentences found in the book itself. Clever, eh?
So, here is my review of Ulysses, by James Joyce:
Life’s too short. Simples.