Ulysess, You'll Not See by Neil McGowan
I was wondering what to write about this month. I’ve done very little in the way of writing (or music, or work) due to illness – some nasty bug that had me confined to bed for over a week. Not Covid, but still not very pleasant. It did give me a chance to catch up on my reading, though – after the first four days or so, I was reading an average of a book a day. I also listened to a lot of radio, and that’s what inspired this post. Unbeknownst to me, it’s the centenary of the publication of James Joyce’s Ulysses . It’s one of those books that I’ve never read, and never been sure if I even want to, so when a series of programmes were playing on Radio 3 I took the opportunity to listen, and see what all the fuss was about. The initial programme didn’t exactly fill me with a burning desire to read it. Almost a thousand pages describing the course of an ordinary day where nothing much happens. Still, I continued to listen – after all, there was nothing else to do. Over...