Ulysses

I read the first few chapters with a critical eye and found that this approach was wrong. To put it simply, the writing method of the book is to show all the characters' current thoughts. The correct way to read this book is to go shopping! Visiting "Dublin" on June 16, 1904, going to the market did not have much of a main thread. It was aimless and divergent. Until then, and only then can I help you understand this book, my word, it's over!

This book is like an endless maze that makes me addicted. Its unique stream-of-consciousness writing style is as real and profound as the complex emotions my relatives and friends have experienced. Joyce said it is "a journey around the human body's organs", which couldn't be more appropriate! Every time I read it, it's like exploring the depths of my heart.

The translator is so good, so many comments.

This book should tell us that the world is big and there are many strange things. It just depends on whether we explore it. Once we explore, we will find that those strange things will naturally become things that happen around us.

It's so good that I won't watch it a second time!

After picking it up and putting it down within six years, I finally went from "laborious" to "free". When I first read it, I found it boring and the content was incoherent. It was so strenuous that I put it down. When I read it again, I felt that it was the writer's pretentiousness - Joyce was clearly showing off his literary skills on purpose, and everything was deliberately designed. It wasn't until the third time that I fully realized that it was Joyce's resistance to traditional realism. There was no need to understand it, as long as one was self-involved and allowed one's own consciousness to collide and merge with the subconscious in Joyce's writings, creating infinite free associations and abandoning all logical reasoning. Everyone's inner world is a novel. It is as if you are in a world where groups of people gather without limit, and you feel the pain carried by each character. Accept these pains through feeling - because the human mind is always striving for eternity and perfection, while the human body is always struggling and trembling to bring out some beauty from its own darkness. A day in the life of Stephen Dedalus and Bloom forms a holographic map of Dublin in 1904, among the "moveless figures" and "ghostly" beings. In the confusing language, we see people in the biological sense, but not in the human sense. Stephen's philosophy and Bloom's kindness are all fighting against mediocrity, and the soul seeks eternity. Molly's desire turns from the physical body into struggle, the rancid smell of the funeral, and the noise of the bar are "beautiful things brought out from the darkness." Thanks to Xiao Qian and Wen Ruojie for their translation. Be interested every moment and be ready to accept anything; something unexpected will happen every moment. Even during the long and intense speech, which contains the most names of things, the reader remains interested. It is their translation that allows Chinese readers to enter this language maze without getting lost. The final chapter is truly a carnival sonata that enters Dublin's collective consciousness. Joyce's description of the chattering, uninterrupted way of speaking makes people marvel and admire it - how can a man's head present a woman's thoughts so vividly? What he relies on is not to "simulate" Faulkner, but to let his consciousness break free from the syntactic prison. The chattering undercurrent is exactly the "human collective subconscious". What is their civilization? Huge, I admit; but dirty. Sewage, sewer. The Jews went into the wilderness and climbed to the top of the mountain and said: This is a suitable place. Let us build an altar to the Lord. The Romans, like the English who followed them, were bent on sewage wherever they set foot on new shores (which never reached our shores). He was wrapped in a Roman robe, looked around and said: This is a suitable place. Let's build a toilet. ——The Romans and the British brought sewers, but the "appropriateness" that the Jew Bloom was looking for in the wilderness was a futile desire for a spiritual home. Because I belong to this place called Ireland... And he said: There is no way we can change the country. Let's change the subject. ——Yes, change the subject. But after it, your view of the world has quietly changed - with Bloom's stomachache and Molly's breathing.

The translation is very good, but not very understandable.

I heard it is a must-have book for literary and artistic young people [laughing evilly] [like]

A very good book, the originator of stream of consciousness. But why is the introductory book placed at the end? This is very unfriendly to people who don't read the table of contents! ! ! !

To be honest, I didn't understand this book very well, but that doesn't stop it from being a good book. Although this version is missing some things, such as the notes for Chapter 15 and the punctuation for Chapter 18.