The other night I woke up 3 hours early before work and so tried to get back to sleep with Radio 4 Extra on and the lights off. I listened to an entire dramatization of James Joyce's Ulysses. Here are my observations:
1: I now have a fair grasp on what being pumped
with mescaline, blindfolded and thrown out of a Tardis into Edwardian
Dublin would be like.
2: I dozed off briefly and woke to the
scene in the brothel; A unique episode of the book whose closest
comparative is the first half of Evil Dead II.
3: The tragedy of Molly Bloom's life is she wasn't born into Iain M Bank's culture universe.
4: James Joyce was a genius. Mad as a bat ladder, but a genius.