Buck Mulligan

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The Abbey: Ireland’s national theatre. Photograph: Ros Kavanagh

IF THE ABBEY IS NOT A WORLD-CLASS THEATRE, IS NOT INTERESTED IN THE CANON OF IRISH DRAMA AND HAS BEEN WORSENING THE CONDITIONS MOST THEATRE PRACTIT(...)

Happy Bloomsday, dear reader. In my (humble) opinion this should be a national holiday. Instead of a bank holiday on the first Monday of June I’d swit(...)

Readers will have to excuse me this morning. I’m still slightly viral as a result of something I picked up during the Liffey Swim last weekend.  (...)

‘The Children of Oliver St John Gogarty, Dermot, Brenda and Noll at Renvyle, Connemara with the Twelve Pins’, estimated at €10,000-€15,000, at the Fonsie Mealy auction.

A painting, ironically dating from 1916, of children in the west of Ireland that was “slashed” by the IRA during the Civil War has been successfully (...)

James Joyce: time to yet again celebrate Joyce’s transfiguration of the commonplace into art. Photograph: Lipnitzki/Roger Viollet/Getty Images

Ulysses, written by James Joyce – one of Ireland’s most cantankerous exiles – is very funny, organic, lively and grows on rereading. The more snobbis(...)

John Shevlin dressed as James Joyce at Smock Alley Theatre, Dublin, in 2012. Photograph:   Bryan O’Brien

Leopold Bloom – possibly one of the most endearing and likeable Everyman figures in literature “A very embarrassing book. No one likes his priv(...)

Detail from Sir William Orpen’s portrait of British actress Gladys Cooper is the top lot at Whyte’s upcoming auction

After this week’s record-breaking auctions in New York, the publication of catalogues for the pre-summer Dublin art auctions at Adam’s and Whyte’s mar(...)

Swimmers dive into the Forty Foot on Christmas Day, 1971.  Photograph: Dermot O’Shea

If the ghost of Joyce’s “stately plump Buck Mulligan” is still swimming at Dublin Bay’s Forty Foot, it may not be in the company of the Sandycove Bat(...)

Genius: James Joyce around 1918, while he was writing Ulysses. Photograph: C Ruf/Archive Photos/Getty
James Joyce and me

Not long ago, while visiting my son in San Francisco, I noticed that the toilet paper in his bathroom bore the legend: “Do you suffer from bathroom an(...)