James Joyce: Finnegans Wake (Jarl van Hoother and the Prankquean)
’Tis St. Patrick’s Day, and time for my third annual assault on Finnegans Wake.
This year, I open the Wake to page 21, and the tale of Jarl van Hoother and the Prankquean.
As with the 2015 and 2016 challenges, bluffing is permitted, encouraged . . . and mandatory.
Don't worry if much of this is incomprehensible. Because if it did make perfect sense, it would mean one of two things:
This year, I open the Wake to page 21, and the tale of Jarl van Hoother and the Prankquean.
As with the 2015 and 2016 challenges, bluffing is permitted, encouraged . . . and mandatory.
Don't worry if much of this is incomprehensible. Because if it did make perfect sense, it would mean one of two things:
a.) You’ve had a wee bit too much Guinness and need to slow down, or . . .
b.) You are James Joyce, and have been dead for the past 76 years.
Slaínte.
b.) You are James Joyce, and have been dead for the past 76 years.
Slaínte.