‘October, October! Oh how I long for October.’
— Nora Joyce, complaining about the heat of summer in Paris; from the Richard Ellmann biography of James Joyce

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‘October, October! Oh how I long for October.’
— Nora Joyce, complaining about the heat of summer in Paris; from the Richard Ellmann biography of James Joyce
Literary history that happened on 4 May
RIP Brenda Maddox, without whom we’d know a lot less about the #herstory of some truly incredible women.
Some of it is ugly, obscene and bestial, some of it is pure and holy and spiritual: all of it is myself.
James Joyce, To Nora Barnacle Joyce, 7 September 1909
February 2, 2018 – On Nassau Street in Dublin, on June 10, 1904, twenty-two-year-old James Joyce saw (as clearly as he could see, since he
Samuel Beckett's Assassination Custard
When Samuel Beckett went to Paris in 1930 he discovered his true home, a place of liberation in both the personal and professional sense. He became a member of James Joyce’s inner circle, and was one of the many accoucheurs at the prolonged delivery of Finnegans Wake. In the early hours of 7 January 1939, Beckett was returning home with friends from a café when he was accosted by a pimp called…
Twenty-five years ago I moved from Dublin to Galway city on the western seaboard, where Nora Barnacle, wife of James Joyce, was born and rai