ure is June 16, 1904, when a certain Mr. Leopold Bloom of Dublin eats a kidney for breakfast, attends a funeral, admires a girl on the beach, contemplates his wife's imminent adultery, and, late at night, befriends a drunken young poet in the city's red-light district.
An earthy story, a virtuoso technical display, and a literary revolution all rolled into one, James Joyce's Ulysses is a touchstone of our modernity and one of the towering achievements of the human mind.