At the butt-crack of dawn, I hoofed it down Palm Canyon Drive to beat the crowd at the Schultzbucks coffee dispensary. This was a “Reserve Roastery” where java sommeliers elegantly poured foamy masterpieces too resplendent to slurp. I ordered a drip. I snagged a sun-scorched table outside and hid from humanity behind my book, Hugh Kenner’s “Ulysses.” Yep, the good professor title-jacked Joyce’s novel for his own 182-page critical analysis of said novel. Cute one, Hugh. I gulped my scalded bean water and bushwhacked through Kenner’s riff on the Circe episode. The Nighttown episode, for all you Nabokovian Homerphobics. Circe…
Author: Robert Roman
Robert Roman
Robert Roman grew up in Pittsburgh, PA, where he sold newspapers from a concrete island. He now lives in L.A., where he writes fiction and America’s favorite hangman puzzles. Robert Roman | Robertromanempire.com