I will not try another Joyce book, but Norton is wonderful. James Joyce is heralded as a revolutionary intellectual, a Modernist, a brilliant artist. His intellect is unquestionable, but his artistry is so corrupt that it is truly iniquitous. The book is littered with pearls of wisdom and genius; at its core, it is a brilliantly conceived artifice. Even so, like pearls cast among swine, or diamonds in a cesspool, they are priceless, but why punish your readers to endure the filth just to capture the gems? Don't be fooled. Vulgarity appeals to our base nature, our flesh. But vulgarity only masquerades as the truth. Joyce's message indulges our flesh, he indulges his own flesh in the writing, but the truth is that our flesh does not need to be entertained, it does not need to be indulged any more than addiction needs to be indulged to fully understand it, even to abhor it. Today's ugly rap music makes the same statement about the truth of the human existence, but it drags us down, it incites the flesh, our base nature. We need true artists to create things of beauty - not the pretense of iniquity as artistry. We need to be inspired, we need to be encouraged,. That is the purpose of art. Joyce misses the point entirely. Smearing feces on canvas requires no genius, it just creates stench. Don't waste your time. You should have better things to do.
Count of Monte Cristo
Stephen Dedalus, the junior hero - Norton brings all of the characters to life, but they are, for the most part, so corrupt and dysfunctional that even Norton cannot make them bearable.
Pure frustration that Joyce would indulge himself and waste his genius. He destroyed his opportunity to leverage his intellect to bless posterity; instead, he added to the burden.
The only reason I rated Ulysses a 2 overall was because of Norton's performance, and because utter abomination can be instructive of true genius, squandered.
I have wanted to read Ulysses, but found it really difficult to listen to. The narrator Jim Norton talks very quitely and then when doing the voices gets really loud to the point of yelling at you. I still wish to read the book but this was not the best telling of it.
I've wanted to listen to this one for a while. Unfortunately it is very difficult to make out what they are saying because the recording quality is poor. I couldn't finish the book, because I couldn't follow it.
Reading of this difficult brilliant book is brilliantly performed. Making thoughts, characters, fragments and songs come alive is no easy task, but it has been, let me say, brilliantly executed.
To set the mood..... downtown San Diego, CA, circa 1993, fresh out of boot camp and I explore the area. There are no bums in my hometown of 212 people, and yet years later, this book brings the ramblings of the homeless back to MN. Why this is a classic, is beyond me.
No, I am not impressed
NO, but anyone who can make heads or tales of this book is very talented
I quit the book multiple times because I just couldn't make heads or tails of it. I finally just forced myself to press through. I never did really figure out any underlying meaning but there were certainly masterful passages throughout.
What an excellent reading of Joyce's classic text. The variety and accuracy of Dublin accents is none other than brilliant; the final monologue by Molly simply stunning.
I loved listening to this book. I have read it once on the page, studied it. Listening was just brilliant. It feels like how the work ought to be experienced. And I do lot know how the reader/performer pulled off such a demanding performance. A feat! A great artist himself.