I’ve never read one of James Joyce’s books before picking up this one, “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.” I can tell you right now that it’s clear that Joyce did not give a fuck if you couldn’t keep up with his wit. Also, that sermon on hellfire can take the paint off walls.
Joyce was a genius, for sure, and you can tell from his writing in this book that he was definitely aware of that fact about himself. So, needless to say, while interesting, in a historical sort of way, this novel isn't what I would call easily accessible.
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