Evan’s ESS = TBD out of 10
Erin’s ESS = out of 10
Content = PG – 13 (Adult Content, Very Mild Language, Morbid Reflections, Wandering Contemplations)
Well, time for another check in, and truthfully, the name of this second post should be called: What in the world did we sign up for... We definitely needed considerable “help” to navigate through the first half of Part 2 and we owe a debt of gratitude to the many online resources available. Unfortunately, there’s no online guide to describe our thoughts on this next section. Soooo, in sticking with the theme of the novel, we’ve decided to utilize more of a random thought model...
Summary of what we think we read: Part 2 opened with Leopold Bloom carrying on a conversation with his cat and reflecting on the nature of his pet. Maybe not the most exciting way to start a historic day, but at least we were finally introduced to the main character. From there, we encountered a post office, a morbid funeral service, and multiple restaurants. A whole lot of other stuff happened; unfortunately we don't really know what they were. Oh, and there’s an uneventful chance encounter between Mr. Bloom and Stephen Dedalus.
Random thought: While the narrative jumps are quite disorienting, it’s that much more rewarding when you actually comprehend a string of paragraphs. You want to smile, as if to say “Ha! I’m wicked smart too!” Then you realize the people nearby are wondering why you have a weird grin on your face and you feel stupid all over again.
Interesting way to describe suicide: “Death by misadventure.”
Condemning thought on main character: We felt some mild disappointment in the main character, highlighted by the following example. If one is going to go through all the trouble to create a secret alias, they’ve got to do better than Henry Flower. No offense, to anyone named Henry Flower, but if the entire alias naming world is at your disposal, surely you can do better. We’re thinking something like... okay, maybe this is harder than we thought. Still, our disappointment remains.
Stream of Consciousness at its very best: Right in the middle of a funeral service and without any warning or precedence, Mr. Bloom makes the following observation:
“My kneecap is hurting me. Ow. That’s better.”
We actually thought this little gem was pretty funny.
Abbreviated wrap up: Okay, we’re dangerously close to going over our arbitrary word count limit, so until next time... chin up!