Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

An aphasic tells a long tale of Irish folklore and everything ever

2.1

The unmerried unhappitents of Chapelizod “psing a psalm of psexpeans” (HCE and ALP’s kids stage a play) filled with children’s games, nursery rhymes cadences, dancing in circles, and justickulations. Though circumveiloped by obscuritads, there are cychological undertones, as the games are just a Fication for Glugg, Chuff, and Isa to explore their bourgeoning sexual drives. Generational patterns repeat.

"Beauties never answer and the rich never pays." Twas ever thus. No truer. I have done it. The Wake can be done, and glad I did. It's baffling, but beautiful -- the most musical and symphonic book of them all. and the last three pages have more character development and humanity than all of Gaddis' The Recognitions. Will contemplate awhile before posting thoughts, such as they may be.

I'm at what I call "the laying up before Moscow" stage of a long-traversed epic, slowing down as I spy the golden dome ahead. This happens, often. I should finish fast, but I stop for awhile. I don't know if this is part of my completion fear or procrastination tendencies or not. It never stops me from completing, which I always prove, outlasting the naysayers. Anyway, about a half hour of reading left.

1/8th inch thick tiny sliver of pages 'tween me fingers and the finish and a brick of pages in the past and the Wake is all but conquered, or a least a surface reading. It is a deep mine that cannot be tapped in one go. The gems I did get, though, were precious.