It’s June 16, Bloomsday, the day on which James Joyce’s Ulysses takes place. I’ve read the book before, but this year, beginning today, I’ve undertaken with a group of friends on BookBalloon, to read it again. The discussion starts today. You should join us.
“Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. . . .”
