Assigned in May 1988. I will not pretend I got through it properly at that age, and I am not sure the assignment was reasonable.
One day in Dublin, June 1904, told in a different style nearly every chapter, several of which are actively hostile to being read.
What did land is that the ordinary day is the point. A man buys a kidney, goes to a funeral, eats lunch, and the book insists that is as worthy of epic treatment as anything Homer had.
