Poor James Joyce. I’ve dropped his A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man from number one to number three at best in my Summer classics challenge. Nothing against Joyce or the book, I’m just easily sidetracked. I realised that Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar was sitting on my shelf staring at me accusingly and I also located my copy of Ray Lawler’s Summer of the Seventeenth Doll which is coming up at the MTC. I’m thinking about tracking down the other two plays from The Doll Trilogy, hence Joyce possibly slipping further down the reading list.
I’ve finished The Bell Jar and will write it up soon but for now I’ve started on The Doll.