For Bloomsday: “Summer Reading”

In honor of Bloomsday, I’m resurrecting a story of mine that plays around with Faulkner, Hemingway, Kerouac, and Joyce: Summer Reading, originally published in the now-defunct Somewhat.org in 2005:

The summer everyone read Faulkner, I read Hemingway. Out of spite.

It’s a slight piece, but kind of fun, and I think within the spirit of Leopold Bloom’s peripatetic journey.