Finnegans Wake
by James Joyce(1939)
“riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”
One great work, every day
by James Joyce(1939)
“riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”
James Joyce(1939)
Joyce spent seventeen years writing a book that takes place during the sleep of a Dublin publican, in which all languages merge, all history cycles, and every sentence contains multiple meanings simultaneously. The first word continues the last; the book is a loop. Reading it conventionally is impossible. Reading it aloud helps. Scholars have devoted careers to its exegesis. Joyce believed it was his masterpiece. Many readers never finish it. Those who enter its dream world find it inexhaustible. It is the furthest extreme of literary ambition in English.