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I can relate. Couldn’t stay aWake.
In grad school there was a reading group who would get together at an old professors house each week to discuss one page or less of Wiggenstein’s remarks on the foundations mathematics. In the group they would read a passage out loud together and then discuss it. I only went once; I did not have the patience for it.
as someone who’s tried reading this story, I think this headline sounds like a club who spends 28 years staring at and interpreting TV static.
I don’t doubt Joyce was brilliant in a lot of respects, but Finnegan’s Wake is so esoteric and bizarre you can find practically whatever meaning you like in it. Here is how it begins (and yes, it begins mid-sentence like this)
> riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
Sir Tristram, violer d’amores, fr’over the short sea, had passen-
core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
had topsawyer’s rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse
to Laurens County’s gorgios while they went doublin their mumper
all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to
tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a
kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all’s fair in
vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a
peck of pa’s malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
>The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
linsfirst loved livvy.