June 16, Bloomsday, is the day when the action in James Joyce's novel Ulysses took place. I am one of the only people I know who read and enjoyed this novel. It took about a week to read. I read it during a heat wave and drought in the summer of 1988. I had just graduated from college with an English degree and I was working in a parking lot. That week the lot was being repaired, so I wasn't working, and I mostly lay in front of the fan reading. The scene where the crippled girl deliberately flashes her underwear at Leopold Bloom is so classic.
I'm unreasonably geeked that Harper/Eos used a review I wrote in the publicity letter they're sending out with galley copies of a book I loved, even though I personally never read those letters and I doubt if anyone else does either. I'll be writing about that book very soon. Its initials are Kill the Dead.
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