{"product_id":"ulysses-isbn-9780679455134","title":"Ulysses","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe most famous day in literature is June 16, 1904,  when a certain Mr. Leopold Bloom of Dublin eats a kidney for breakfast, attends a  funeral, admires a girl on the beach, contemplates his wife’s imminent adultery,  and, late at night, befriends a drunken young poet in the city’s red-light district.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAn earthy story, a virtuoso technical display, and a literary revolution all rolled  into one, James Joyce’s \u003ci\u003eUlysses\u003c\/i\u003e is a touchstone of our modernity and one of the towering  achievements of the human mind.\u003c\/p\u003e“Joyce’s parallel use of \u003ci\u003eThe Odyssey\u003c\/i\u003e…has the importance of a scientific discovery…It is simply a way of controlling, of ordering, of giving a shape and a significance to the immense panorama of futility and anarchy which is contemporary history…It is, I seriously believe, a step toward making the modern world possible for art.” –T. S. Eliot\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eUlysses\u003c\/i\u003e has enough verbal splendor to furnish a legion of novels…You will have difficulty finding a fuller portrait of the natural man.” –Harold Bloom, \u003ci\u003eThe Western Canon\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“One might almost risk praising [\u003ci\u003eUlysses\u003c\/i\u003e] for being a work of literature in which the spirit of one man is eternally confirmed in all its complexity.” –from the Introduction\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith an Introduction by Craig RaineJames Joyce, the twentieth century’s most influential novelist, was born in Dublin on February 2, 1882. The oldest of ten children, he grew up in a family that went from prosperity to penury because of his father’s wastrel behavior. After receiving a rigorous Jesuit education, twenty-year-old Joyce renounced his Catholicism and left Dublin in 1902 to spend most of his life as a writer in exile in Paris, Trieste, Rome, and Zurich. On one trip back to Ireland, he fell in love with the now famous Nora Barnacle on June 16, the day he later chose as “Bloomsday” in his novel \u003ci\u003eUlysses. \u003c\/i\u003eNara was an uneducated Galway girl who became his lifelong companion an the mother of his two children. In debt and drinking heavily, Joyce lived for thirty-six years on the Continent, supporting himself first by teaching jobs, then trough the patronage of Mrs. Harold McCormick (Edith Rockerfeller) and the English feminist and editor Harriet Shaw Weaver. His writings include \u003ci\u003eChamber Music \u003c\/i\u003e(1907), \u003ci\u003eDubliners \u003c\/i\u003e(1914), \u003ci\u003eA Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man \u003c\/i\u003e(1916), \u003ci\u003eExiles \u003c\/i\u003e(1918), \u003ci\u003eUlysses \u003c\/i\u003e(1922), \u003ci\u003ePomes Penyeach \u003c\/i\u003e(1927), \u003ci\u003eFinnegan's Wake \u003c\/i\u003e(1939), and an early draft of \u003ci\u003eA Portrait of a Young Man, Stephan Hero \u003c\/i\u003e(1944). \u003ci\u003eUlysses \u003c\/i\u003erequired seven years to complete, and his masterpiece, \u003ci\u003eFinnegan's Wake,\u003c\/i\u003etook seventeen. Both works revolutionized the form, structure, and content of the novel. Joyce died in Zurich in 1941.Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e--\u003ci\u003eIntroibo ad altare Dei.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHalted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called up coarsely:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e--Come up, Kinch. Come up, you fearful jesuit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSolemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding country and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBuck Milligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e--Back to barracks, he said sternly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe added in a preacher's tone:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e--For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe peered sideways up and gave a long low whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold points. Chrysostomos. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e--Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the current, will you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e--The mockery of it, he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek.","brand":"Everyman's Library","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303457542373,"sku":"NP9780679455134","price":35.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780679455134.jpg?v=1767743135","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/ulysses-isbn-9780679455134","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}