I love this book: the stories are succinct, clearly written, and moving. I also found the characters much more approachable and less high-fallutin artistic than the later novels. Perhaps this marks me as a mediocre aesthete, but that is what I felt.
Despite their simplicity, the stories are extremely textured. You get an idea of what it was like to live in Dublin when it was poor and what the people were like. It simply isn't about some weird self-important artist with a lust for personal power, whose concerns are so obscurely out of this world. You get lonely people who recognize their situation by their failure to help another who would have loved them; politicians lamenting the past choices; and a middle-aged man realizing he is shallow when confronted with the memory of his wife's first love (The Dead, which is surely one of the greatest short stories I have ever read).
These stories are so rich that I have read them many times, always seeing more. It is very fun to get a new edition that is supposed to be the way Joyce wanted them, which inspired me to read them yet again. Warmly recommended.