After the recent visit to the grave of James Joyce (see post below this) and the Zürich James Joyce Foundation it is for this Poet-in-Residence a case of now or never.
With a little help from Dominic Rivron I'm to read the book. And so I may be in absinthe from time to time. BUT DON'T PANIC! Leave that to me!
They say it is impossible to read the damned thing. And they say Rivron has read it a hundred times, or at least his mother says so. Forward then I go to Eve and Adam's armed with wallpaper scissors, sheets of cut-your-own bookmarks...and the bold intention to provide progress reports. Any fool can do it!