Bloomsday in Melbourne mounts a course, one day’s immersion in James Joyce’s most Irish chapter of Ulysses, Cyclops.
In Holy Cow!, pathos was blended with comedic bombast, prolixity with wordless groans, and irony with genuine feeling. The ending was incredibly moving, reminding us of Joyce the man and the writer.
Holy Cow! Bloomsday in Melbourne’s 25th season celebrates women, fertility, the uses and abuses of tradition.
While the setting and the craic is unmistakably Dublin, the literary tour embraces some Irish writers (Swift, Sterne, Goldsmith, Sheridan) but mostly lashes out at English classics – the revenge of a supremely gifted Irish writer on English letters.
Kuch has succeeded in opening Ulysses a little further, and, in giving us another option to consider in the fictional future of the Blooms, offered us another opportunity to read Joyce’s magnificent book once more anew.
We think Ulysses is the funniest, the wisest and the most human book,
A highly popular introductory course on Joyce’s Ulysses to be reprised on 3 Feb.
Janet Moran’s performance exuded the confidence of a woman secure in her bodily attractiveness and willing to surrender to her drives, while David Pearse’s Bloom was steady, sane, thoughtful, loveable,
For those with a literary bent, with legal training, interested in censorship or with a James Joyce obsession, this book about the American trials in which Ulysses was alleged to be pornographic is an engaging and enlightening read.
Handed such a whiffy text, director Wayne Pearn took a deep breath and turned it into a play piece of encaptivating ingenuity