- Robert Roman
My Own Private Ulysses
I Hate the Smell of Literary Criticism in the Morning
Circe is a Surrealist wet nightmare. It makes The Rocky Horror Picture Show look like Mister Roger’s Neighborhood. The border between Leopold Bloom’s imagination and the cobblestone reality of a Dublin whorehouse collapses. The exterior world and sadomasochistic fantasies comingle into a mutating vortex of lunacy. Everything shifts and twists: space, time, Bloom’s gender. Ulysses’ 15th episode is physically impossible, intellectually indiscernible, and emotionally damaging.
You will be triggered.