5 months later, I finally did it. It was long, it was painful, but now it's over. I have finally finished that fucking book. (Ulysses - James Joyce) Now, I just have to get some Cliff Notes to figure out what it was that I read.
I do know this much: My Irish Grandfather's first name was Charles, but he chose to go by Parnell. Based on what Joyce wrote, that was a bad idea, as Parnell was...not nice.
Also, Joyce did not have a high opinion of women. And judging by the last 48 pages, he was also not a fan of punctuation.
Fortunately, I received a palate cleanser from Jason Mulgrew via a contest on Aunt Becky's site of wonder. I won a copy of Everything is Wrong with Me (to which I would have linked but the site was overloaded or otherwise not working properly). As I was laughing out loud before the end of the first chapter, I think this is just the thing to bring me out of the Joyce fog. Thanks again, Jason and Aunt Becky!
And TwangyPearl the Elastic Girl, who is at Art (Boot) Camp in Florida, I hope you're either finished or still plugging away at Ulysses. If you gave up long ago, don't tell me, as I will be forced to send the alligators after you!