Introduction by James JoyceWell, here we are, the book of mine that was called filth by censors, praised by a few mad critics, and carried like contraband in brown wrappers. Ulysses, you say, is a mountain. Some never climb it, some lose their way in its fog of styles, some linger on a page as if at a pub counter. But look—what is it? A single day in … [Read more...] about James Joyce Meets His Critics: Epic Talks on Ulysses