As we approach Bloomsday, June 16, I will be trawling the internet for daily gobbets of Joycean interest, culminating in a series of podcasts to begin on the glorious day itself. Each segment features Frank Delaney taking a short passage from Ulysses and exploring its multitude of references with insight, eloquence, passion, vast expertise—and a good dose of fun. Since they are broadcast weekly, and began on Bloomsday 2010, I will post one a day until we’re caught up.
turbidus is also regularly posting clips during the countdown. While we may sometimes duplicate, you’re quite likely to find material there that I haven’t posted, and vice versa.
My first experience of Joyce was A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. It had the effect of an imprinting, when I read it at school, opening my eyes to what a modernist novel could be, and probably making it easier to enjoy Ulysses when the time came. It had a powerful effect on my ideas about religion, having grown up in the milk and water tradition of the Church of England. How could any humane religion torment its followers with toxic visions of Hell, conjured up by the sermon that inspired Stephen’s nightmare?
Here is the 1977 film version in full. A treat for me as well, because I haven’t seen it yet.