Is Joyce entry level?

At least Ulysses. I read it, and I've sat on it for a while, but only after my completion did I realize that Ulysses is not, in fact, the final boss of lit. Finnegans Wake is clearly the next step, but it seems that this well goes much, much deeper than I thought. Not much a talking point but a weird realization.

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The final boss of lit is having sex

there is no final boss, you get to the end and realize you were the monster all along and all of the previous "bosses" were innocent and trying to protect themselves

So the final step is when you die, right?

no it's okay you become an babby

Ulysses is complete shit. James wrote it to be confusing and shitty. James Joyce's style of taking things down to earth and focusing on average people's life leads to more reliability, but little to no excitement or engagement.

>Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Sun’s heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me memory. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. No sound. The sky. The bay purple by the Lion’s head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities. Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you’ll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away. Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. Yum. Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her spittle. Joy: I ate it: joy. Young life, her lips that gave me pouting. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes. Pebbles fell. She lay still. A goat. No-one. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Wildly I lay on her, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman’s breasts full in her blouse of nun’s veiling, fat nipples upright. Hot I tongued her. She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair. Kissed, she kissed me.
>Me. And me now.

>not engaging
>not exciting

It’s only confusing if you’re literally braindead and can’t keep up with the most basic references. Ulysses is the greatest text of the 20th century, no question.

He could have expressed all this much better with normal grammar, as evidenced by his best turns of phrase being structurally sound instead of this memery.

That'd make them unoriginal and dull. Do you understand how literature works?

Joyce's use of language was not unoriginal or dull when he was using normal grammar, it was among the most beautiful of the 20th century.

>entry level
>final boss
>next step
So much layers of stupity here

Express it better with normal grammar if you think it’s so easy you stupid pseud.

>>Me. And me now.
Makes me cry every time.

>He could have
you may want to work on basic literacy before calling people pseuds

bruh Ulysses is super fun what the fuck are you saying?

Finnegans Wake and the Unnamable block your path

>So much
lol

Yikes. Joyce tried to remove himself from his work, so there is no Joycian style you doofus. If you try to parody him, you're only parodying his characters

This reminds me of Rimbaud.

The Unnamable really is the best Beckett’s work, although it’s not on the same level as FW

You saying ‘he could have’ implies that capturing the emotive power of the language is possible regardless of the syntax. If that is the case, I’d love to know how you’d go about doing it, seeing as you believe yourself so much the master of a character like Joyce.

Teh final boooss of litrature is aweking thee wait raise and avenge Hitler (Adolf Hitler)

dummy

>not native
>couldn't care less
lol

its certainly above Ulysses, though. FW is most def the most difficult, i agree.

So many styles it is often pretty disorienting. He is an absolute madlad for putting two of the greatest and most confusing chapters of a text right next to eachother: -- Oxen of the Sun and Circe.