Kathy's Minutes Ten or so members and one associate attended. Jackie was a kind host who served an extraordinary breakfast-like meal. Her house’s interior is lush; with paintings, books and photographs, every which way you looked. It was the proper setting for what was about to come.
Around 1:00 PM the president rang the bell. The hostess was thanked. The minutes were read. The treasurer reported; our account is flush.
Members report:
Carla will participate next year as an associate member.
The club is interested in recruiting new members. The numbers are down. A near term consequence will be fewer meetings.
Presentation:
Gita introduced the members to James Joyce and his masterpiece Ulysses. She read it for the first time, and she found it very funny
Joyce was born on February 2nd, 1882, in Dublin, Ireland. His father’s drinking caused financial issues and Joyce had an interrupted early education. At one point, he just stayed home and read books. At University College in Dublin, he studied language. He read widely, in particular books that the Jesuits did not recommend.
Ulysses was thought to be pornographic by some and Joyce had difficulties publishing in the United States.
Gita threw us into the book.
Ulysses chronicles the experiences of three Dubliners over the course of a single day, 16 June 1904 (which its fans now celebrate annually as Bloomsday).
Around 1:00 PM the president rang the bell. The hostess was thanked. The minutes were read. The treasurer reported; our account is flush.
Members report:
Carla will participate next year as an associate member.
The club is interested in recruiting new members. The numbers are down. A near term consequence will be fewer meetings.
Presentation:
Gita introduced the members to James Joyce and his masterpiece Ulysses. She read it for the first time, and she found it very funny
Joyce was born on February 2nd, 1882, in Dublin, Ireland. His father’s drinking caused financial issues and Joyce had an interrupted early education. At one point, he just stayed home and read books. At University College in Dublin, he studied language. He read widely, in particular books that the Jesuits did not recommend.
Ulysses was thought to be pornographic by some and Joyce had difficulties publishing in the United States.
Gita threw us into the book.
Ulysses chronicles the experiences of three Dubliners over the course of a single day, 16 June 1904 (which its fans now celebrate annually as Bloomsday).
Jackie’s richly layered house was a backdrop to the tracing of memories in the stories. Gita directed the readings, introducing us to the different types of interior monologue and construction.
When asked where they should end a reading, Gita would reply: it makes no difference.
(Because it's an interior monologue, you are just keep on reading it—flies from place to place—from person to person—and there were two memorable points—two members were enraptured, for a time read back and forth to each other—were enjoying the language just enjoying what they read the to each other, what passages about these characters and we all listened to it—another member was asked by Gita to stop and then requested asked—well demanded very impatiently asked to continue until she finished saying all the G sounds that she was enjoying saying—it appeared very mediative.)
“Before Joyce, no writer of fiction had so foregrounded the process of thinking. Its stream of consciousness technique, careful structuring and prose of an experimental nature—replete with puns, parodies, epiphanies and allusions—as well as its rich characterization and broad humor have led it to be regarded as one of the greatest literary works.” — Declan Kiberd
The book’s ending is famously known for its lack of punctuation and using sentences of extended length.
Gita had us end with these words:
yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
Respectfully submitted,
Kathy Sullivan
Acting Recording Secretary
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