Re-Joyce!

Apparently, raw-dogging* James Joyce is a thing?

The conventional wisdom states that Joyce’s prose is almost unintelligible, and in order to parse it, you must purchase one (or several) ancillary Ulysses guidebooks and references. It’s not hard to understand why. Though the plot is relatively straightforward—the action takes place over a single summer day and follows a few down-on-their-luck misfits around Dublin—the language with which Joyce tells that story is both mind-bendingly idiosyncratic and overflowing with incisive digressions, all filtered through the author’s stunt-man approach toward composition.

I guess I've raw-dogged Joyce for decades, albeit never under any real pretense of actually "reading":

Like Finnegan's Wake I've never even bothered trying to understand Ulysses when reading, but from time to time I pick it up and flip to a random page to read just for that smooth rhythm of Joyce's. I can think of no other author for whom I do such a thing. I don't know what the hell's going on and I don't give a shit; it's like loving a song when you don't really know or care what the words mean.

* apparently it's against the law to go more than a 24 hours without referring to dudes "raw-dogging" something, anything, so 🤷‍♂️