
A Cinephile’s Universe Spanning ‘Wall-E’ to Warhol
By MARIO NAVES
|James Joyce may be a craggy and dangerous mountain, but he is a mountain of literature nonetheless, and the literary sensibility that cannot bother reading him is neither literary nor sensitive.

If we’re going to celebrate literary birthdays in February, it’s hard to dodge the birthday of James Joyce (1882–1941) on February 2, if only because Joyce is, well, Joyce. Over the past few decades, a curious anti-Joyce sentiment seems to have taken hold among conservatives with pretensions to literary discernment.

By MARIO NAVES
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By BRADLEY CORTRIGHT
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By A.R. HOFFMAN
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By JOSEPH CURL
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By TOM DEIGNAN
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By MATTHEW RICE
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By JENNIFER DOHERTY
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By ALEX J. POLLOCK
|If we’re going to celebrate literary birthdays in February, it’s hard to dodge the birthday of James Joyce (1882–1941) on February 2, if only because Joyce is, well, Joyce. Over the past few decades, a curious anti-Joyce sentiment seems to have taken hold among conservatives with pretensions to literary discernment.
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