If you find yourself in Dublin tomorrow, don’t be alarmed at the sight of people dressed in Edwardian finery, sporting boaters and bonnets, swinging ashplant sticks, quaffing burgundy and gorgonzola or Guinness and oysters, and muttering to each other about the rump on Bloom’s missus or the snotgreen, scrotumtightening sea at the Forty Foot. It’s just Bloomsday, after all, the annual celebration of James Joyce‘s Ulysses.
There will be events across the city all day, beginning with breakfast at the James Joyce Centre, where you can eat with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls, and enjoy grilled kidneys which will give to your palate the fine tang of faintly scented urine. You can wash it down later in the morning with burgundy at Davy Byrne’s. In the evening at Belvedere College (Joyce’s alma mater), novelists Michael Chabon and Ayelet Waldman will be discussing Ulysses and Joyce’s influence on their writing.
— 2paragraphs will be participating in a reading of Ulysses at Ranelagh Arts Centre.
