Ulysses

De: James Joyce

Narrado por: Donal Donnelly

The first authorized, unabridged release of this timeless classic and exclusively available from Recorded Books. Ulysses records the events of a single day, June 16, 1904, in Dublin, Ireland.

Public Domain (P)1995 Recorded Books

I had to go through it twice but I loved it.

Would you consider the audio edition of Ulysses to be better than the print version?

Don't know. I never would have stuck with it if I had to read it on paper.

What was one of the most memorable moments of Ulysses?

Molly Bloom at the end. If I wasn't married...

Have you listened to any of Donal Donnelly’s other performances before? How does this one compare?

First time but I immediately downloaded 'A portrait of the Artist as a Young Man'. He's terrific.

If you were to make a film of this book, what would the tag line be?

Fear and Loathing in 1904 Dublin. (with sex)

Any additional comments?

Reading all the stuff I should have read in college. Well most of it anyway. This was quite an experience.

infuriatingly beautiful

Joyce is trying and exhausting. Suffice it to say, Joyce plays with language and verbal interplay and internal monologue and demands you pay attention or completely miss the point. While I enjoyed Donal's narration, Miriam's reading of Penelope: Episode 18, was purely captivating. I listened twice. Smiling broadly!

The Narrator makes this the best Audible book ever

The first three short chapters are filled with history and an introduction to the characters. I did not have much history background, so it was a little hard to understand at the beginning. Then WOW, the rest of the book is easy to understand and so great!!! You never know when the performance will hit you with something so funny you can't stop laughing, and you learn so much history. That narrator is so super great and can do any voice. I love listening to him so much.

Ulysses is Life

Any additional comments?

Ulysses is a big long book with a lot of words and it hurts when you drop it on your toe. Mind you, Ulysses isn't the first book I've dropped on my toe: A King James Bible, my family's Masonic Bible (which is exactly like the King James version except the word God had been completely edited out), Gravity's Rainbow (unironically), and The Unbearable Lightness of Being whose sharp corner wounded my little toe. However, aside from Pynchon, I've read every book that has fallen on my foot and so I have now moved on from being a person who has not read Ulysses to that rare breed of a bore who has. I now belong to a group that not even Joyce belonged to because, according to my edition's afterword, once the novel was printed (aside from some very minor errata) he finally gave up and stopped editing (and thus reading) the text all together. I can now claim the company to that special soggy breed of individual who drags their significant other to a day walking tour of Bloom's Dublin (minus the ocean-side masturbation) and who (aside from the people already from Ireland) are at least happy to be in Ireland.

Speaking of Bloom, he's the main character and he's as boring as the people who follow around in his imaginary footsteps and walk right past all the good drinking spots (because Bloom doesn't drink). All the people in the book who are not boring are all the sort of people in the world who would not ever read Ulysses - Molly (Bloom's wife), she gets around with every guy in town and doesn't even wash the sheet stains after, Simon Deadalus, Stephen's father, who is a real Irish piece of work and makes fun of Bloom every chance he gets, and there is a rat in the cemetery that gnaws away on the corpse of a dead main character, Dignam. To give you an idea of what sort of guy Bloom is, well if you ever find yourself in his company and look up at the sky and wonder aloud why is the sky blue, Bloom will give you the absolute correct scientific principle regarding the scattering of light and nitrogen and the rods and cones in our eyes and ... he'll take all the living fun out of the whole thing, regardless if the question was rhetorical.

But let's talk about the guy who wrote the book, James Joyce. Joyce is, as we all know, the greatest comedic novelist of all time and Ulysses is his grand comedic masterpiece. See, what Joyce does is he tricks a lot of really pretentious people into thinking that he is actually a genius because he knows a lot of big words and that there seems to be an awful lot of literary, artistic, historical, even mathematical references imbued into every ink stain of a sentence on every page. Those of us who know, however, know better. You see, Joyce cast the widest net possible when framing this uproarious little ditty - he cast it all the way back to ancient Greece (the founding of all western society) and then wrote his book in a western language! Isn't that hilarious? Oh, you don't quite see what I'm getting at? Well, it is a touch obscure at first, but bear with me. Since Joyce wrote the book in a western language he was forced to have to use words and phrases and cultural references that, in effect, date back to ancient Greece and thus connect to all of western civilization. No matter what Joyce wrote, it would always have a connection to some other thing in history! Now the trick Joyce uses is that by titling the book 'Ulysses' (there is no Ulysses in the book, by the way) he tricks a certain type of person's brain into thinking that every word he writes is a deliberate reference to some aspect of history, or art, or math, or philosophy, or some such over-education. For example, when he mentions a river (doesn't matter which one), some egg-headed scholar will add a footnote to the back of the book (and they'll do it as you're reading it, which is very annoying and you have to keep shooing these annoying pests away with the promise of some grant money or a recent tenure possibility) saying that what Joyce REALLY means by the river is the stream of consciousness, or the river Styx, or the passage of time - they'll relate it to anything EXCEPT whatever river Joyce mentions. Basically Joyce gets a lot of stupid-smart people to do all the work for him and all he had to do was give the book a famous Greek name, make the book really long, throw in some Latin, and there-you-have-it! And this has been going on for over 100 years now! Funniest damn thing in the history of literature. Hell, he even says in the book that the priests hold a lot of their power because the congregation doesn't even speak the Latin the mass is said in! It's like Joyce is daring us!!

His other great comedy routine is his stated desire to re-invent the novel (and even attempt to give the Irish their masterpiece) but then he just only goes about copying the styles of writing done by other people! In one chapter we get a bunch of newspaper headline, another is a really bad play that goes on for 200 pages and is about nothing at all, another is a series of Socratic questions ... goes on and on. He literally does nothing new yet manages to trick a lot of well-meaning people into thinking that copying is actually inventing!

Anyway, you might be wondering if I even liked the book. Well, yes, I did. In fact I loved it, but in that way a mother loves a child that has grown up to be a serial rapist and murderer who is currently serving ten consecutive life sentences in San Quentin - you love them, but it's not easy and you do it because you sort of can't help it and because they need you to love them and because you feel like God is making sure you love them or else He'll send you hell if you give up on them.

It's also the most positive book about humanity ever written. Joyce connects every aspect of our humble, daily lives and shows us how epic and rich even one, simple life can be. The novel even ends with the most positive word in English "yes" because Joyce is saying that no life is too unimportant, too small, no person is too marginalized or morally bankrupt, or sleazy, or noble, to not not deserve respect. No other book does this - no other book connects our own ordinary lives to that of Homer, or 5000 years of history, art, culture, religion - all of it, we're a part and product of everything that came before and life is brief and we should be grateful for it. That's why it's a 5-star book because it doesn't just say life is precious - he proves it. It's like nothing ever written. Yet it's a tough book to love, it's difficult, it's obtuse, it's obscure, it will make you want to throw it across the room out of frustration and confusion, it wont make any sense half the time, it will challenge every nerve ending in your brain - but that's why it's worth it. Life is difficult and this book is difficult. Life isn't a Nicholas Sparks, life-affirming, tell us what we want to hear sort of thing - life is Ulysses. The book is for everyone, and it's for nobody, too. I don't know who I'd ever recommend the book too because you just gotta find your own way to and through it. I will say that it's worth all the pain, like giving birth to an fitful child.

A lot more accessible than you might think!

I'm not a fan of modern literature and this work didn't change my mind. It was something I felt I should become acquainted with, so I could understand what the fuss was about. I'd read his shorter works in college fifty years ago and didn't care for them either. Just too bleak for my tastes.
I didn't really resort to the guides or analyses friends sent me when they learned I was attempting this. I felt that after a life time of reading literature and history - I would naturally "get" a lot of the references, and I did, so I was never floundering around in confusion.
I don't normally spend 16 hours straight with even my best friends, so it's no wonder that keeping the sympathetic but dreary Bloom constant company for that long became tedious. I gave this book 42 hours of my attention, but its greatness never revealed itself to me. My favorite writers are Dickens, Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, Samuel Richardson and Thackeray, Jane Austen and Maria Edgeworth. I prefer clean prose and precise, pointed dialog to poetic arcana. So, the style of this novel was never going to seduce me. Due to the artistry of the narrator, however, it didn't repulse me either. His performance made the obscure accessible, much in the way Brannagh puts over Shakespeare. This reader was great.
At the end of the book I came away with the notion that Stephen, Bloom and Molly are all versions of Joyce himself.
Having studied the nature of sadomasochism, fetishism and power exchange for many decades, Bloom's submissive sexuality and fetishistic fixations jumped out at me as one of the most important aspects of the novel. He's a basically nice man, but he's also a male sub on the make. Molly knows it, as she describes the contents of her husband's pockets, with the hopeful "French letter" tucked away in anticipation of any opportunity, with the stolen pocket jack off on The Strand, with the flirtatious letter from the available lady he admires. During the hallucinatory fantasy Bloom haves in Night Town, he imagines a sort of surrealistic punishment court for himself, where the several women of his acquaintance threaten and humiliate him for his personality and actions. He may have fallen asleep by this time, after twelve hours on his feet, and just be dreaming of the things he likes best, imagining he's being punished, and as a female. Why so much punishment on that particular day? Look at how naughty he's been, stuffing his pockets with forbidden pig trotters, objectifying the girl on the Strand, planning his illicit love note.
I think the narrative comes alive, so to speak, with Molly's voice, because many male submissives adore imagining they are female. As a female narrative voice, one notices the messiness of the language disappears and we hear the closest thing to a rational discourse in the book so far. Joyce is enjoying being Molly.
Another thing I noticed about the Nighttown chapter, which is supposed to take place in a bordello; that has to be the saddest, dullest whorehouse to ever show up in a book. The ladies have neither faces, figures or personalties. Their tiny bits of dialog are anything but provocative. What a metaphor for the sterility of relations between the sexes in the Ireland of that day.
I would recommend this book to any Joyce fan who loved Dubliners, but has been intimidated by the legendary difficulty of Ulysses. It's not that hard to read! Think of it as spending time with a beloved friend who also happens to be a hopeless drunk.

Best book ever written!

It has taken me more than a year to study this book chapter by chapter, word by word. I have listened and read the book together. I’ve taken breaks from it but always returned because the text just keeps pulling you back. Now that I have finished I can’t wait to start all over again.

An inscrutable poetry

Having listened to it once and read it along, it is a tough book. But what is captivating for a novice reader like me is the number of styles that this book breaks into. That is unsettling and keeps you on the toes all the time. But that variety in styles is what is brilliant. It stretches you and your imagination. And norton is great! But I would strongly recommend one to keep a kindle copy as you listen to the book as there are too many complex words and it goes out of the English language often

A classic that goes straight over my head.

Joyce's classic work, to me, is really just hard work. It was written and published in segments, which really does show. There are a lot of lists in it, some of which are interminably long, and which remind me of secondary school students trying to get the word count up in their essays. We all have off-days, and I guess in 2 years, Joyce must have had more than a few migraines, or subclinical viral infections not severe enough to keep him away from the pen altogether. Or maybe his submission deadlines were a bit too stringent to allow the occasional departure into sick leave.

The reader does very well portraying the characters, and did help me make it through most of the work. However, eventually, I gave up. Just so you know, I have read war and peace twice, so it's not an aural stamina thing. It's just that the original Ulysses seems much better to me than this languid one-day trip around Ireland. However, there are some excellent descriptive elements. Too few, however, to keep me interested to the end of the book.

I do hope others can enjoy this. I was disappointed.

Don't Hesitate!!

I have read Ulysses some 5 or 6 times and I have also listened to a couple of versions. Please do not be intimidated by the book's reputation for difficulty..Any good reader can handle it with patience. In fact I have told friends that Ulysses will tell you just how good a reader you are! A truly Great book.

Absolute Perfection

No one is better than Donal Donnelly at reading James Joyce. Capturing Joyce’s deep humanity along with ironic wit as well as having extreme comfort in the language, Donnelly brings every sentence, every character, every passage, every episode (except the last, which was beautifully narrated by an Irish actress who is not credited unfortunately) to exuberant life. Enjoy and explore!