Sorry, this novel is no Masterpiece!
Rich in Latin prose this novel will be difficult for the untrained reader; as well, the obscure cultural and religious references are only identifiable after a few close readings.
In Joyce's favor, as a poet, writer and national treasure, this modernist work of fiction, like those of T.S. Eliot and Virginia Woolf, must be read in context of a darker time and space. The story consequentially takes place over the span of a single day in which the characters of "Deadalus" and "Bloom" simply emote--a stream of consciousness that is akin to the modern literary ethos.
The novel is ambitious, not masterful. Joyce's work here stands to alienate the readers seeking a common, everyday provincial read. And while Joyce's obsession with deconstructing language is mark of genius, I am not convinced that the novel isn't a simple nod to the alpha male ego that seems to crave adventure in everyday tedium and romanticize the concept of "death."
I can't recommend this particular slice of literary wit and posturing. Who Among us is willing to admit this novel is contrived? Homer's epic tale alone is what remains.