Yesterday was Bloomsday. It snuck right up me and right past me. In fact, I knew it was coming and that's why I'd been reading this great James Joyce biography that I got for my birthday.
What a nice touch that June 16th fell on Father's Day this year, what with Ulysses being (among a lot of other things) a tale of a son in search of a father and a father in search of a son.
Anyway, so far the above mentioned and illustrated biography has been very good. I read the "definitive" Joyce biography by Richard Ellman a number of years ago. It was extensive and detailed but very academic. This one has a lot more personality and also reflects a bunch of stuff discovered about Joyce since that old bio came out in 1959. But it also makes me wish I had brought all my other Joyce books on my trip to mark up with all my new Joyce learning. In fact, I sit in the SLC library with a Ulysses and a Finnegans Wake I pulled from the shelves for a little crossreferencing at this very moment.