James Joyce of Dear, Dirty, Dublin!

“The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.”

“Paternity may be a legal fiction.”

Or try this one. Leopold Bloom’s eating habits – “Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”

Yes you guessed it correctly. I am talking about James Joyce and his masterpiece Ulysses.

In this book, two characters, Stephen Dedalus and Leopold Bloom, go about their separate business, crossing paths with a gallery of indelible Dubliners. We watch them teach, eat, stroll the streets, argue, and (in Bloom’s case) masturbate. And everything happens on the 16th of June, 1904. This book is a modern parallel to Homer’s Odyssey , having the same number (18) of chapters too. And so much about the mad prince of Denmark – the unforgettable Hamlet…

This delightfully mad Irishman’s style of writing is called Stream of Consciousness (the same way we think i.e. disjointed thoughts without punctuation marks mostly). However when you start reading it you understand that it is not a modest stream, but an unfathomable, all consuming river.

I am really not eligible to talk about the most influential writer of the last century. However, the bullockbefriendingbard deserves a free caricature!

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