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seanfischer's review against another edition
5.0
I won this book in a contest which I had entirely forgotten about. Since then it has only brought me joy and laughter. I have opened this up when I have been sad or down and it has had the miraculous ability to cheer me up. In these moments I do not take Joyce's work seriously and treat it like a children's story, which this publication clearly is asking you to do, as it is illustrated in a beautifully simple manner. However, I can see where the case for extreme depth could be. This book will please the cat lover, the book lover, and the Joyce lover.
cdelorenzo's review against another edition
3.0
“…y de las niñas que quieren saber algo sobre la luna”.
shira3's review against another edition
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Loveable characters? Yes
5.0
Me
anelisa's review against another edition
3.0
Groots noch grandioos verhaal, maar geestig is het wel. Eenvoudig, open van geest en absurd, met illustraties die met hun interpretaties de absurditeit van de tekst alleen maar onderstrepen. Een klein feestje.
kikiandarrowsfishshelf's review against another edition
4.0
I'm not quite what I thought this would be. But I wasn't expecting it to be this. It's actually quite funny, even for adults.
darwin8u's review
4.0
C'est n'est pas un chat
A thin book about fat cats,
Copenhagen, policemen,
letters, letterboxes, fish,
buttermilk, young boys with
red bicycles, and soft beds.
It is a story filched using
exactly 230 words;
mixing dozens of fonts
on 20 rough cut pages,
matched with 15 ink cartoons.
This is a literary lark that
spins with the absurdity of all --
all while teasing the moon, oh,
and it holds my favorite caricature
of a relaxed James Joyce.
This book was first a letter
written and mailed by Joyce,
to his only grandson Stephen,
while James Joyce was hanging
out in Zealand and Amager.
This letter is a prose poem,
a child's story, penned by an
already literary God to his only
earthy grandson, now executor,
on an August day in 1936.
I like to imagine Niels Bohr
orbiting his new theory
of compound nucleuses all
while James Joyce purrs on
about his new theory of cats.
Both men in Copenhagen, both
in 1936, both exactly one
year after Schrödinger's cat
was born, or not born,
entangled, or not entangled.
So, perhaps, this is just
one more bookish box, a
Copenhagen Interpretation,
reinterpreted by a quantum
Joyce for a 4-year-old boy.
The Universe is an odd place (for sure).
Many-worlds made more odd --
when you +add the moon,
+cats/no cats + bicycles, all
with just a hint of buttermilk.
A thin book about fat cats,
Copenhagen, policemen,
letters, letterboxes, fish,
buttermilk, young boys with
red bicycles, and soft beds.
It is a story filched using
exactly 230 words;
mixing dozens of fonts
on 20 rough cut pages,
matched with 15 ink cartoons.
This is a literary lark that
spins with the absurdity of all --
all while teasing the moon, oh,
and it holds my favorite caricature
of a relaxed James Joyce.
This book was first a letter
written and mailed by Joyce,
to his only grandson Stephen,
while James Joyce was hanging
out in Zealand and Amager.
This letter is a prose poem,
a child's story, penned by an
already literary God to his only
earthy grandson, now executor,
on an August day in 1936.
I like to imagine Niels Bohr
orbiting his new theory
of compound nucleuses all
while James Joyce purrs on
about his new theory of cats.
Both men in Copenhagen, both
in 1936, both exactly one
year after Schrödinger's cat
was born, or not born,
entangled, or not entangled.
So, perhaps, this is just
one more bookish box, a
Copenhagen Interpretation,
reinterpreted by a quantum
Joyce for a 4-year-old boy.
The Universe is an odd place (for sure).
Many-worlds made more odd --
when you +add the moon,
+cats/no cats + bicycles, all
with just a hint of buttermilk.
dearbhla's review
3.0
There isn't a lot to this, but I doubt it was ever intended to by published. Still, the illustrations are amusing and it is nice to be able to finish a work by Joyce in 5 mins :)
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