I feel I've been reading the same books for ages, and I have. The effect of reading too many at the same time, I guess.
Getting near the end of Umberto Eco's History of Beauty. More of a teaser than a learning experience really. I am not nearly erudite enough to follow all his elliptical hints and references, but it's still interesting and has nice pics.
Still reading and enjoying Ulysses, but my, is that book long! I'm not even half-way through yet. More reading pleasure ahead
Also still reading Julien Gracq's The opposite shore, but feeling less motivated to finish it every minute. The style is the exact opposite of Joyce's, finely chiseled and delicate but - to my taste - totally devoid of life. I'll give it one more chance this week-end. I find it extremely difficult to finish a sentence without having to stop and go back because my mind wandered in the middle. Maybe it's because this kind of book is not best suited to rush hour train reading... I'll see if things are better when I read it in the (relative) quiet of my own home.