One might think with the way of the world at the moment that this would be a great time to get a lot of reading done. I’m not sure how many books I’ll get to and I don’t want to try and read too many while there’s other stuff I also need to be doing with this limbo space I’m in. So my goal is one book. But it’s also a beast of a book.
I bought Ulysses in Paris, near where it was originally published, which I’ll go into at a later date. It’s a heavy book. It’s 783 pages and the copy I bought has student annotations. So we’ll see how that goes. I was struck to buy it because of the history and the place where I was.
I’m planning to be gentle with myself this month and if I don’t finish James Joyce’s Ulysses then I’ll just live with that and keep trudging on through to next month. I’m no longer in a rush to read books in time to not have to bring them home. I am after all home at this point.