Thursday, 19 November 2015

The reading of a new chapter, (no. 12: "Cyclops"), stopped at: "Greek street with his cod’s eye counting up all the guts oft he fish" (12.214).

Catherine Meyer, local artist and long-standing member of the reading groups, has allowed us to post here her rendering of a particular favourite of this week's reading: "He drink me my teas. He eat me my sugars. Because he no pay me my moneys" (12.31-32). (She explains about the picture that "there is no spoon there and the hands are under the table – because he can no pay the moneys".) We would like to thank her.

Catherine Meyer © Zürich 2015

Thursday, 12 November 2015

The reading stopped not long from the end of the chapter at, "Wallop. Seems to be what you call yashmak or I mean kismet. Fate" (11.1233).

Catherine Meyer (local artist and long-standing member of the reading groups) has, in her own words, "tried to paraphrase this lovely passage about music". We thank her for permission to reproduce her visual interpretation here:

Catherine Meyer © Zürich 2015

James Joyce Pocket Calendar 2016

The Joyce Pocket Calendars for 2016 are out. The Calendar records as many datable events from Ulysses, Portrait, Dubliners and Exiles as we could find. 

We have a limited batch of 50 and (thanks to a sponsor we found for this lot) are able to make them available for CHF 25 a piece (or $ 25 / EUR 23 / £ 17), plus postage. Orders can be placed through Fritz Senn (fritzsenn@me.com) or directly with Bill Brockman (uxb5@psu.edu) or Sabrina Alonso (sabrina.alonso@bluewin.ch). 

Thursday, 5 November 2015

The last reading stopped at line 11.996 on:

— What key? Six sharps?
— F sharp major, Ben Dollard said.

Thursday, 29 October 2015

The group has read as far as, "too slow for boylan, blazes boylan, impatience boylan, joggled the mare" (11.766).

Our faithful updater (and artist), Catherine Meyer, notes in her email to this blog's host:

Wieder einmal hatten wir als thema die sprache, die nur hintereinander erzählen kann, obwohl dies und das gleichzeitig geschieht.

Ich habe zu diesem thema eine kleine tuschzeichnung gemacht. Während man schläft und träumt, kommen die bilder haufenweise miteinander und durcheinander und gleichzeitig hat man angstschweiss, wenn knurrend der tiger einen frisst. (Bei mir so der fall.) Das mädchen auf der zeichnung hat aber süssere träume. Träume dürfen wild durcheinandergewürfelt sein, während ein text doch mit einem wort nach dem anderen gefüllt sein sollte. mit ausnahme von finnegans wake (der auch irgendwie durchstrukturiert ist).

We have the artist's permission to reproduce the drawing here.

Catherine Meyer © Zürich, 2015