Fancy five days of writing workshops and pontificating from me in a beautiful château this August? Come on down. There’s yoga too, but I won’t be teaching that. www.chateaudesacy.org/event-detail...
Belated Godspeed to Keshed by @stuhennigan.bsky.social - you can see what I had to say about it below. Many congratulations to him and to @ortacpress.bsky.social
Delighted to hear that, thanks so much
Thank you 🙏
That's a good way of putting it: once his caprice had spoken, that was it. There was a tragic side to it - he couldn't get over how it had felt to be so doted on by JJ, and I think he felt that the world had somehow stolen that. Doesn't excuse his terrible behaviour. But I couldn't help liking him.
Thank you for Multiple Joyce, David. It's a fantastic book, and, yes, replete with the kind of playfulness and attention to contradiction that Stevie would have hated...
‘Few of us can know how it feels to read that your grandfather called your grandmother his “brown-arsed fuckbird”.’
James Scudamore’s reflections on trying to ghostwrite Stephen James Joyce's memoir, unlocked and free to read to mark Bloomsday.
granta.com/ecce-senex-s...
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Thank you!
Thank you, that’s great to hear! And as ever thanks also to the indefatigable @stuhennigan.bsky.social
Huge if true
I think just “massively encapsulating” is cleaner. (Congrats Joe!)
Roger Roger
It’s true. He has.
You’re amazing, Stu. As ever, I’m extremely grateful for your support. X
Thank you 🙏
“He was impolite about pedestrians, especially if he thought they were overweight. But he was full of admiration for the dogs we passed.”
On the anniversary of James Joyce’s birth, I’m thoroughly enjoying James Scudamore’s encounters with his awful grandson Stephen, in the new issue of Granta: