Today Joyce would have been 130. The prose that's thrilled an elite few, but baffles most, could – and surely would – today be given a pass as the senile ramblings of an ancient man: "- I am the resurrection and the life. That touches a man's in most heart. – It does,… Read More Happy Birthday, James Joyce!
My hands were itching to talk books with you all week but my wishes were thwarted due to a Typepad glitch. Seems the goodly blogging platform had quite a taste for all things Bluestalking. Not only would it not let me save new posts, it ate the last two I wrote as well and of… Read More Bleak House, Various and sundry.