Passed on the green beer and spent time Monday evening reading the first three short stories from the “Dubliners”. It is sad that the Irish are known more for alcoholic over-consumption than its artistry.
When I was in college I was “forced” to read Joyce and didn’t really get much out of it. As I have grown older and a tad more contemplative, I find Joyce to be more and more interesting. It is like Joyce is coming to me, vice when as a younger man I was forced onto him. Can’t really blame the profs for their efforts but I have spoken to a number of individuals who find Joyce wonderful now.
Sort of like Hemmingway: When I was a kid I read everything. Now, other than the Nick Adams stories, it seems thin and without meaningful substance.
Anybody have insight? I could sure use it.
