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Zusatztext “You should approach Joyce’s Ulysses as the illiterate Baptist preacher approaches the Old Testament: with faith.” —William Faulkner “His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself.” —Samuel Beckett Informationen zum Autor Nola Tully is an editor and writer who has held positions at the International Center for Photography, Audubon, and Entertainment Weekly . She lives in New York City. Klappentext On the fictional morning of June 16! 1904--Bloomsday! as it has come to be known--Mr. Leopold Bloom set out from his home at 7 Eccles Street and began his day's journey through Dublin life in the pages of James Joyce's novel of the century! Ulysses." Commemorating the 100th anniversary of Bloomsday! Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes" offers a priceless gathering of what's been said about Ulysses since the extravagant praise and withering condemnation that first greeted it" upon its initial publication. From the varied appraisals of such Joyce contemporaries as William Butler Yeats ("It is an entirely new thing. . . . He has certainly surpassed in intensity any novelist of our time") and Virginia Woolf ("Never did I read such tosh")! to excerpts from Tennessee Williams' term paper "Why Ulysses" is Boring" and assorted wit! praise! parody! caricature! photographs! anecdotes! bon mots! and reminiscence! this treasury of Bloomsiana is a lively and winning tribute to the most famous day in literature. Leseprobe Foreword and Introduction Foreword Frank McCourt The title of the thesis I wrote at Brooklyn College in May 1964 was "Oliver St. John Gogarty: A Critical Study." Critical, my arse. I was no more qualified to write a critical study of Gogarty than I was to drive an eighteen-wheeler in a New York City rush hour. But the professors accepted it (some admired it) and here it is before me. Here, bristling with footnotes and backed up, not merely with one thirty-one-item bibliography, but also with a supplementary bibliography to show I knew my way around Catullus and Horace and Petronius and could show how indebted Gogarty was to them, how he often imitated them. If you're holding this book in your hands you must know that Oliver St. John Gogarty was, for a while, a pal of James Joyce. You'll know how they knocked around together, Gogarty roistering, Joyce watching, watching, and making notes. The thesis opens with a quote from Gogarty's It Isn't This Time of Year at All : It is with the unruly, the formless, the growing and illogical I love to deal. Even my gargoyles are merry and bright; my outer darkness by terror is unthronged. My thoughts are subjected to no rules. Behold the wings upon my helmet and my unfettered feet. I can fly backwards and forwards in time and space. My comment on the above was, "The words are carefree, heroic and joyous. They come from the pen of Oliver St. John Gogarty, surgeon, poet, athlete, wit, senator, aviator, and close friend of great Irish literary figures." What I omitted in this catalogue of Gogarty's activities and talents was his friendship with the man who made him immortal, James Joyce. It was an immortality Gogarty did not relish, an immortality that plunged him into a resentment of Joyce from which he never emerged. You are now wondering: Why is this man going on about Gogarty when it's Joyce we're concerned with here? Here is the answer: I wrote my thesis on Gogarty because I admired him, his diversity, his talents, his devil-may-care attitude toward life. If offered the chance for another life, I would ask to be reincarnated as Oliver St. John Gogarty. I could have attempted a thesis on Joyce but the world was already busy with a thousand such tomes. So...I saw Gogarty as the next best thing, a door to the work, the mind, the life of The Master. Nineteen sixty-four, the year of my...
