With the new PorterGirl adventure currently in development and the finishing touches to the next book being carefully applied, I have been somewhat absent from the blogosphere just lately. To keep myself out of mischief I have been reading – or, at the very least, attempting to read – James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake.
Often described as one of the hardest books in the English language, it is not so much a stream-of-consciousness work as a great matrix of spirals of consciousness written in a language that is close to English, but also seems to incorporate a bastardisation of various other languages too.
It is hard going, I’ll grant you, but is entertaining me considerably nonetheless. I have been sharing my observations of this great literary work in casual passing with the fabulous Fiction Fan, through the comments on her blog. She has found these musings sufficiently amusing to…
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