Bloomsday and Ulysses - A Personal Reflection on Joyce's Masterpiece
BLOOMSDAY AND ULYSSES A Personal Reflection on Joyce’s Masterpiece By Kieran Beville Portrait of James Joyce (by Liam O'Neill) Every year on 16 June, Dublin becomes a city inhabited by ghosts. Men in straw hats wander along the quays. Women in Edwardian dress stroll through streets that have long since surrendered to modern traffic and glass-fronted offices. Passages from Ulysses are read aloud in pubs, libraries and public squares. Breakfasts of kidneys are consumed with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Tourists and scholars retrace the footsteps of Leopold Bloom through a city that exists both in reality and in literature. Bloomsday has become one of the most unusual literary celebrations in the world. Yet for all its pageantry and affection, it commemorates something far stranger than most people realise. It honours a novel that many who celebrate it have never finished and a writer who spent much of his adult life in self-imposed exile from the country that now c...