Fortunately, because of this epidemic, I have to teach the "James Joyce Literature Class". For more than a month, I have focused on reading "Ulysses", so the talents will not be too floating. As soon as the class was over, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Ulysses" is really difficult. Looking at it while checking, the information seems to be a bottomless pit. I'm about to read my brain fog, I want to put it down for a while and clear my head. One day I went to the ACO of Fude Building to hang out and bought the American writer Rebecca Solnit's "Orwell's Roses" (Orwented less, and was afraid of mosquitoes. I only have the most idyllic imagination of the pastoral gardens, but in the context of the unextinguished war in Bird Kelan, I read these two sentences by chance: "
If war has an opposite, gardens might sometimes be it". No grass grows. The spring breeze blows again. The next topic is to write about Special Database gardens, because gardens are nature filtered by culture. I was going to read some botany stuff, but Ulysses popped up out of nowhere. Su Lie quoted Orwell's letter to a friend in 1933. In the previous paragraph, he said that he was sorry for not replying for a long time. He had back pain due to gardening, and was accidentally injured by a hoe. Ulysses yet?” I remembered that in the literature class, a classmate asked why they put so much effort into reading Ulysses in the first place, and I replied that it was so influential.
Like this, it seems irrelevant, like Orwell, who also feels anxious about this novel. I am familiar with Orwell's books, and I knew he admired Joyce. Ulysses, published in Paris in 1922, was banned in England for obscenity and could not be published until 1936. Orwell was reading contraband and borrowed it from a friend. After reading it, he felt a little unexpected. He once said in a letter: "I rather wish I had never read it. It gives me an inferiority complex." I would rather not read it. Looked ashamed.