The layout of the page and the prominence of the photo got me to read this first thing this morning. Online I might not have noticed it. And that’s just one page. The paper is filled with things that catch my eye.

99 years ago a Paris bookshop published the full 700+ pages of James Joyce’s Ulysses. All those pages were about the comings and goings of Leopold Bloom on one ordinary day in Dublin, June 16, 1904. June 16 has become popularly known as Bloomsday. Many celebrations and readings are held every year on this date. There’s this poem in The Guardian that goes counter to Molly Bloom’s famous Yes at the book’s end:

https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2021/jun/14/poem-of-the-week-my-mother-says-no-on-bloomsday-by-mary-odonnell?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other

 

from an article in the new New Yorker:

Before the pandemic, six per cent of Detroit’s fourth graders met proficiency benchmarks in math, and seven per cent in reading, according to the National Assessment of Educational Progress.