JOURNEY #25: TO THE WANDERING MIND
"Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home."
— James Joyce's Ulysses
| Paying my respects at James Joyce's grave in Zurich |
In Ulysses, Leopold Bloom spends a single day — June 16, 1904 — wandering through Dublin. His mind spends that day wandering everywhere.
Which raises the question: Did Leopold Bloom have ADD?
The term ADD wasn’t coined until 1980. Before that, people like Bloom might simply have been called distracted. Dreamers. Their minds would lock onto something interesting and follow it anywhere — to places nobody expected, least of all themselves. People with ADD lose things. They tend to drive people around them crazy. But they also notice things that few others notice.
Consider Hades, the funeral episode, where Bloom accompanies the body of his friend Paddy Dignam to Glasnevin Cemetery.
Of course, attending a funeral demands stillness. Gravity. Respect for the dead. But Bloom's mind has other ideas.
Bloom spots a rat moving among the graves and that’s all it takes. The priest is still speaking. Everyone is sombre. Yet this is what happens next inside Bloom’s head:
“An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the crypt, moving the pebbles. An old stager: greatgrandfather: he knows the ropes…One of those chaps would make short work of a fellow. Pick the bones clean no matter who it was. Ordinary meat for them. A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what’s cheese? Corpse of milk. I read in that Voyages in China that the Chinese say a white man smells like a corpse. Cremation better. Priests dead against it.”
His mind ricochets from rat to bones to meat to cheese to Chinese travellers to white men to cremation to priests. Eight moves. Five sentences. Each one abandoning the last. And his mind keeps on spinning. For pages and pages. What you've just read is a fraction of where Bloom’s mind goes before the funeral ends.
And this is just one episode. Bloom keeps it up throughout the entire novel. Every chapter he's in. Every hour of the day.
But Bloom isn’t everyman. He’s a very specific kind of man: a man with ADD.
Which raises the question: How did Joyce get it so right?
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| Italo Svevo |
Joyce’s closest friend in Trieste was Italo Svevo — born Ettore Schmitz, a novelist and industrialist twenty years Joyce’s senior. Joyce taught him English at the Berlitz School. Svevo taught Joyce something more valuable: what it felt like to be a Jewish outsider in a city that tolerated you without quite accepting you. Stanislaus Joyce later recorded that Svevo once complained: “Tell me some secrets about Irishmen. Your brother has been asking so many questions about Jews that I want to get my own back.”
When Joyce finally left Trieste to finish Ulysses in Zurich, he kept a photograph of Svevo on his desk. Nobody knows exactly why. But Svevo was the man who had shown him what it felt like to be a Jewish outsider — curious, gentle, perpetually distracted. Perhaps he needed that close.
Svevo’s own novel, Zeno’s Conscience, published the year after Ulysses, shows you exactly what Joyce was absorbing. Zeno is the narrator, a prosperous businessman from Trieste who can’t stop explaining himself, can’t stay in the present, and can’t finish a thought without starting three others. His mind moves the way Bloom’s mind moves: by association, by digression, by accident. When you read it, you understand where Bloom came from.
If you know someone with ADD and want to understand what goes on inside their head, read Ulysses and Zeno’s Conscience. They are the most accurate portraits of the ADD mind ever put on a page.



