The Way It Is Written

I realized today something very important about Finnigans Wake. I was reading something lowbrow which I’m not sure is allowed anymore by the cult, but whatever. I was rereading actually. I was rereading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (ironic now as I’m typing this so much after it was written that this book was brought up so often). I’ve read this book more that is probably healthy yet I continue to enjoy reading it. I realized that it is no necessarily the story that I enjoy (though in this case I do really enjoy the story) it is rather the way it is written that I enjoy. I enjoy the way the words flow off my tongue (perk of having my own room since I was younger, I always get to read aloud) and the way the sentence in and of themselves separate and then join together. I realized it is this ebb and flow that I work for when I write and that my subject does not always matter. I think that if I am going to be able to finish and restart FW this year this is the aspect I will leap upon. The fact that read aloud FW is a beautiful and glorious ebb and flow of language. Full of double meanings it lets me understand that what is actually happening might be Joyce’s secondary objective and that is how I will begin again the Book of the Night.