Originally Posted by Samuel Dravis
I'm reading the graphic novel Watchmen
, which is very good so far, as well as Ulysses
by James Joyce. I might also be reading some of Re Joyce
by Anthony Burgess (given to me by a friend) while trying to comprehend the latter...
You're not meant to comprehend it. Simply roll over and drown, your screams muffled by the pages that form a fold on your lip. Joyce falls apart at the seams... rather like this dog.
Modernism is like swimming in a beautiful lake and then touching the sea-bed with the tip of your toe and finding yourself reciting Geoffrey Chaucer in a field, standing atop a hovering cow. Modernists (a.k.a. people who are too clever for their own good) like to push the boundary of what's coherent and acceptable: why post-modernism is simply a failed off-shoot of a great literary movement.
Excuse me while I go and stick something sharp into Tracy Emin.