A review by aaronsequel
Ulysses by James Joyce

5.0

Leopold Bloom -- our Ulysses, our anal stage Adonis -- takes the day while Joyce's deep-rooted perversions add the literary equivalent of "a strange dampness" to the famously trying novel. Allusions ranging from Aeolus (who?) to Shakespeare (ah!) sometimes styled in in Socratic mimicry (huh?) add just enough confusion to detract us from Joyce's strange refrain: messy underpants. Nasty fella. The book has something for everyone, but can probably only be appreciated, or tolerated, by a select few -- the patient, gloating ("Yes, I've read Ulysses") sort.