Ulysses

Mum and Dad bought me this for Christmas 1971 when I was 17. They got it in the Oxford Bookstore on Park Street in Calcutta. It has taken me - pause for some arithmetic on my fingers - a little over 42 years and several goes to reach page 242. The thing is that Joyce is such a brilliant writer, you're blown away by him. But you have to read it not caring that you don't know what's going on, and that makes it hard to stick with. I'm not going to say that I'm determined to finish it this time, because I say that every time.