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Ulysses at 100 – start here if you want to read this modernist classic

Ulysses is often written off as inaccessible but the epic is much more readable than most assume. mage Professionals GmbH/Alamy

by Katy Mullin, University of Leeds

James Joyce’s Ulysses was first published 100 years ago. For a century, it has been seen as an intimidating read, but I’d like to challenge that. It is surprisingly accessible.

Set in Dublin on a single day (June 16 1904), Ulysses commemorated Joyce’s first date with his life partner, Nora Barnacle. Nora herself never cared to read it. Jim, she said, should have stuck to the singing.

It isn’t hard to see why she was put off. The first three chapters focus on Stephen Dedalus, Joyce’s sardonic portrait of his younger self as a philosophising drifter prone to giving lectures on Hamlet over pints.

Chapter three opens with Stephen considering the implications of his short sight: “Ineluctable modality of the visible”. The line is where many stop reading. But to start at chapter four is to begin a different Ulysses altogether.

Joyce’s everyman

The plot of Ulysses, such as it is, involves Stephen’s eventual meeting with Joyce’s everyman hero, Leopold Bloom.

Bloom is a middle-aged Jewish advertising salesman, married to a singer, Molly, who is on the brink of an affair with her louche manager Blazes Boylan. They have a daughter, Milly, who has just turned 15 and is working away from home as a “Photo girl” – part sales assistant, part model – in a seaside photography studio. But their other child, “poor little Rudy”, died 11 days after birth. Bloom is a father in search of a son, and Stephen a son in search of a father.

Joyce waits until chapter four, known as “Calypso”, to introduce Bloom, but the rich intensity of his inner life quickly displaces Stephen’s as Ulysses’s emotional centre.

“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls,” the episode begins. And his breakfast — a pork kidney fried in butter — breaks multiple kosher food rules. The detail is a keynote for Bloom’s outsider unconventionality, and it indicates how Joyce roots character in the body as much as in the mind. Bloom is intellectually curious but essentially self-educated, and his entrance into Ulysses punctures the cerebral seriousness of the previous chapters.

“Milk for the pussens”

While Bloom potters around the kitchen making breakfast, Molly remains in bed upstairs, and so he talks to the cat. Their conversation counterpoints Bloom’s familiar “Miaow” with the cat’s idiosyncratic cries “Mkgnao!”, “Mrkgnao!”, “Mrkrgnao!”, “Gurrhr!”

The moment is more than a bravura exercise in feline phonics. It summarises Joyce’s commitment to representing another’s voice — even a cat’s. Bloom’s “Miaow” can be compared to a more conventional mode of narration — logically, sequentially, in full sentences. But “Mrkgnao” catches the cat’s modulating cry with more nuance than “Miaow” ever could. It is precisely attentive to the cat’s individuality.

Bloom’s monologue, clipped and brief like telegraph messages, is similarly idiosyncratic. The flow of his thoughts is caught with eloquent brevity: “Wonder what I look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.” It allows readers complete immersion in his consciousness. No thoughts are private. We even accompany Bloom to the outside toilet, where he “allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone”. The moment, profoundly shocking to readers a century ago, confirms Joyce’s commitment to creating a character who can be more intimately known than any other in fiction.

The result of starting at chapter four is to read a novel where gossip, humanity, tenderness, and rich comedy coexist alongside avant garde experimentation. The world of Ulysses is rooted in everyday feelings, from hunger, constipation and drunkenness, to infidelity, grief and love. Those feelings are at Ulysses’s heart and explain its beguiling appeal to a century of readers. If you’d like to join them, start with chapter four — you might be hooked.The Conversation

Katy Mullin, Senior Lecturer in English Literature, University of Leeds

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James Joyce in Dublin

The James Joyce Institute of Ireland Reading Group
Tuesdays at 7:30pm

THE JAMES JOYCE INSTITUTE OF IRELAND is the Joyce Society in Dublin. It meets on Tuesday evenings from mid-September to mid-June at 7.30 in the James Joyce Centre to read and discuss Joyce’s works. Occasional lectures, outings and field trips of Joycean interest are also arranged. All meetings are open to the public.
For more information, please contact: Dorothy Dennis, Secretary, James Joyce Institute of Ireland, c/o the James Joyce Centre, No 35 North Great George’s Street, Dublin 1.

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