James Joyce

The following quote does well to sum up one of the many reasons why James Joyce’s Ulysses is my favorite book:

Ulysses, published in 1922, marked a departure from the 19th-century novel. In its account of a day in Dublin, the novel depicts events, but largely ignores plot and suspense – the conventional realist structure, in other words, of enigma leading to final disclosure. As an alternative, Ulysses offers dazzling wordplay and the pleasure of unexpected formulations, explicitly displaying language as a succession of games in which the main opponent is convention itself. Nor does Ulysses much resemble Homer’s Odyssey, the work it continually alludes to and parodies: the brilliance of Joyce’s ironic reinscription of the epic depends on that difference. Ulysses is overtly, jubilantly textual and intertextual. Its pleasures reside in the signifier, not in an imagined space on the other side of the writing.

Poststructuralism: A Very Short Introduction by Catherine Belsey, (103)

In reading this little volume, I’ve come to a strange understanding of why I like poststructuralism so damn much: it corresponds very well with my worldview. I am an atheist, but not a dogmatic or an angry one. I’m not an atheist because religion has done something to piss me off, or because I think science offers truth. Deep down, I just don’t think there is such a thing as truth.

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