I’m currently listening to A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, by James Joyce, published 1916, begun in 1903 as Stephen Hero.
It’s hard to compare other authors to Joyce, especially when read by someone as talented as Donal Donnelly. During the fire and brimstone sermon, I almost found religion myself. Right there on I-95, in the dark, at 70 miles per hour.
Perhaps Joyce should have become a Jesuit priest after all…Â reference…
It’s no wonder this book is considered one of the greatest English-language works in history.