I never made it through Ulysses, and it was the first time I allowed myself not to plough on through a book just because I thought it was a book I ‘should’ read. There are always other times in life where a book might resurface and because of the shape of your life or your heart become truly meaningful.
Anyhoo, my great experience of Ulysses was driving from Larne in Northern Ireland off the ferry down to Cork in the Republic of Ireland. Four medical students and a young tutor who thought we needed to present the findings of our study at a psychiatric conference. We took turns reading from Ulysses out loud, meandered our way to Cork. It was all funny. The scenery was beautiful. I had never driven such a powerful car before and nearly put us off the road