16 junho 2006

Say it was so :D

Today is June 16. It is a rather innocuous day for most people. But not for Leopold Bloom.

Mr. Bloom is a literary character and as such, you'd imagine any day written about him would be a rather momentous one to warrant pen to paper. And June 16 certainly was. This was the day James Joyce carefully chronicled in what many consider the greatest novel of the 20th century: Ulysses.

The novel takes place over the course of a single day and was the original 24 long before Keifer Southerland was ever born*. It follows the course of Mr. Bloom as he wanders and weaves his way through Dublin, paralleling Ulysses' journey home as chronicled by Homer in The Odyssey.

And you can do the same.

Every year, Dublin celebrates Bloomsday in honor of this lost soul. There are readings of the book, a road race, and other festivities celebrating Joyce's masterpiece.

Fans of the novel, often adorned in period dress, start the day as Bloom did, with a kidney breakfast and then journey out to the Dublin streets and pubs featured in the book, stopping for Burgundy and a Gorgonzola cheese sandwich at Davy Byrne's Pub. Few, if any, properly replicate the entire journey which ends in the book at 2 a.m., but the fun is the attempt to do so.

A wonderful bonus for participants is that the more they drink, the easier it is to begin grasping this otherwise impenetrable novel. Somewhere between 12 beers and passing out, clear-sited epiphanies usually occur on the streets of Dublin and for one, brief moment, Joyce is finally understood.


* rotflol :D

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