James Joyce’s birthday. He was born in 1882. In Dublin. He’s allegedly hard to read. I’ve never tried “Finnegan’s Wake” because of the difficulty others have reported. The reading equivalent of getting lost in the Amazon jungle, or perhaps climbing Everest. Those Joyce works I have dared crack have been undaunting. No: entertaining. Obligatory Joyce quote:
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
A pretty air.My book is closed,
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
On the floor.I have left my book:
I have left my room:
For I hear you singing
Through the gloom,Singing and singing
A merry air.
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair.–“Chamber Music, V” (1907)
That’s not so hard.