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Ulysses: Mired in the Universal

Ulysses is a book about two things, Dublin life on June 16, 1904, and life. It is the story of a day (arbitrary enough to be everyday) in which a man (perverse enough to be everyman) wanders through a city (indistinct enough to be every place.) On the one hand, there are streets, pubs, postcards, newspapers, and Bloom’s wayward thoughts. And on the other hand, there is myth, death, nationalism, and the cosmos. If Ulysses deals with colonialism, it does so because Bloom has stepped into Barney Kiernan’s pub; if capitalism, because he is trying to sell an ad or buy some soap. At every turn, there is a welter of particulars set beside an intimation of the universal. The early reviewers were quick to recognize this duality in Ulysses: