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Review of Bloomsday

In all my years in the Humanities, I had never heard of this phenomenon until this year. Bloomsday, June 16th, is the celebration of Irish writer James Joyce‘s tome Ulysses. June 16th is the day most of the events in the book take place.

Jonah Lehrer from The Frontal Cortex goes into greater detail about how Joyce’s work isn’t just some “classic” we’re all supposed to read, but rather a step towards understanding human psychology and how we think on a primal level:

Now that Ulysses is part of the modernist canon it’s easy to forget what a radical shift in form and content the novel represented. (Even Virginia Woolf thought Joyce went too far: “I don’t believe that his method, which is highly developed, means much more than cutting out the explanations and putting in the thoughts between dashes,” she wrote.) Once upon a time, the mind was seen as a fundamentally coherent machine – our thoughts unfolded in logical chains, like a well constructed paragraph. Joyce realized this model of consciousness (and its representation in Victorian literature) was nonsense. Like the city itself, the brains his writing describes are “full of pebbles and rubbish and broken matches and bits of glass picked up ‘most everywhere.” He wanted his words to trace the barely coherent loom of Bloom, Stephen and Molly’s thoughts on Dublin and beauty and death and eggs in bed and the number eight. I picked up the book last night and was struck by this passage, which neatly summarizes the psychological cacophony that Joyce attempted to capture:

Memories beset her brooding brain. Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when he had approached the sacrament. A cored apple, filled with brown sugar, roasting for her at the hob on a dark autumn evening. Her shapely fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children’s shirts.

This, Joyce says, is the broth of thought, the mind before punctuation, the Jamesian stream of consciousness rendered on the page. We now take the messiness of the mind for granted – at any given moment, you are a bundle of stray associations and fleeting sensations, bound together by the glue of attention – but it took an artist to reveal just how disordered and confused our inner thoughts actually are. For more, check out BLDGBLOG.

Lehrer himself explores psychology and the arts in his book Proust was a Neuroscientist. It is a very cool analysis of different writers and how they were taking the first steps into understanding how the human brain works, including Woolf and Joyce.



Beth Kelley is an applied & digital anthropologist with an overall interest in how people engage with and are impacted by their environments and vice versa. This has manifested itself in many ways, by looking at creativity, playful spaces, built environments, and environmental enrichment, sustainability, design research, and integrative and collaborative models of learning such as through play and hands-on learning.