Stephen Dedalus

Fatherhood is a kind of makey-up thing, it has to be invented every time, but it has come into its own in lockdown During the lockdown, almost e(...)

Despite being contested by men named “Wilder” and “Fury”, the latest world heavyweight boxing title bout was a calmer affair than the one that inaugur(...)

There is no escaping James Joyce, even in Japan. Last weekend there, I learn, not long after the Irish rugby team laboured to victory over Russia, ano(...)

On Friday, November 3rd, 1854, the Catholic University, under its rector John Henry Newman, opened its doors at 86 St Stephen’s Green in Dublin to rec(...)

Hugh O’Conor is pondering the years after his breakthrough role in My Left Foot. “I didn’t do some jobs I was offered,” he says. “My parents said I h(...)

Ineluctable modality of the visible. What? It’s the first five words of the Proteus episode of Ulysses: which I wanted to use because, you know, it mi(...)

“If I’m not an American, I’m nothing,” the writer Philip Roth once said. Roth, one of the giants of American literature, passed away on Tuesday night (...)

There was no Chapel of Love, no Unchained Melody and certainly no Rock the Boat in Ulysses. Neither was there a wedding but it it did not stop the No(...)

It feels strange to be celebrating Bloomsday without the living presence of Anthony Cronin. The genesis of our modern Bloomsday celebration is a famil(...)

A certain Joycean masterpiece aside, today’s literary anniversaries also include the death of one John Churchill, aka the Duke of Marlborough, after w(...)