Over at Inktopia, one of my favorite bloggers took a quiz and was proclaimed to be one of my favorite books. I couldn’t wait…
and doesn’t it just figure.
by James Joyce
Most people are convinced that you don’t make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you’re saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
I don’t know whether to cry or celebrate. I’m inscrutable and loathed except by a few*, many of whom may actually be poseurs the likes of whom I’d never tolerate?
*(And now The KitchWitch will put that last nail in the coffin of her affection for me. Sigh. And I was getting to like Meatless Mondays on her site. Cuz the Joyceian innards for breakfast thing ain’t my cuppa.)
I disagree with their analysis of the book and of its popular repute, but whatever. Finding the universal and mythic in the banal isn’t…oh never mind. Who am I debating here?
I guess it’s a good thing I think Ulysses is a masterpiece in the top 10 of all time.
Here’s the quiz. Good luck.