I'm a researcher in modernism, although I make no pretensions to being a Joyce scholar. I AM a Joyce lover, and Ulysses - whilst I do 'get' the protestations against modernism in general as pretentious literary onanism and Joyce among the worst of it - is really up there with my favourite novels/epics of all time.
Every episode is different, based around rich, intricate contemporary discourses. It's about as close a snapshot of 1922 life as it's possible to get. The discourses blend and clash. Old-time music hall music, gender-bending and breaking of stereotypes, defecation, masturbation, philosophy versus snippets from the advertising industry, Irish nationalism, Judaism, urban stagnation and alienation, the sacred/profane and the secular, sexuality and pornography, parodies of the classics, prose, stream of consciousness, play. Yet the apparent jostling between them is seamless enough to create cohesion. It's an amazing literary achievement.
I've had one copy fall to bits from overuse, have a shabby second copy, keep meaning to pick up the 2022 centenary version, and have an Audible version with a great rendition of music hall songs between episodes. As to the classical epic backdrop, the 'Cyclops' episode with the railing citizen and the hurled biscuit tin is a brilliant parody of Homer.
Bloom is a glorious celebration of all things physical but he's also a voyeur. What tends to go unnoticed is that the scene with Gerty Macdowell in Nausicaa is strangely reciprocal - she knows exactly what he's up to with his hand in his pocket and reclines backward in a flirtatious pose. Bloom's orgasm incidentally happens at exactly the time of Molly's assignation with Blazes Boylan. We know the Blooms haven't had PIV sex for a decade, but they have had sexual contact; perhaps for contraception, perhaps for other reasons. In 'Circe' he has the bizarre fantasy of watching Molly and Boylan through the keyhole in increasing excitement. Molly knows exactly what his predilections are. In 'Penelope', she says she knows he's 'whoring me out'. The women in Joyce are by no means sexually naive.
Stephen's a pompous prig and makes a nice foil to Bloom in this book. But I'll shut up now. I could spew out screeds of text on this book.
Thanks so much for posting this thread @ValentineGreen. I love it!