He has blocked or discouraged countless public readings of “Ulysses,” and once tried unsuccessfully to halt a Web audiocast of the book. In 1997, he sued the Irish scholar Danis Rose, who was trying to publish a newly edited version of “Ulysses,” calling it “one of the literary hoaxes of the century.”Correction: a world class asshole. Even if copyright law was reformed this entitled wealthy punk would still find ways to sue his "inferiors."
In 2004, the centenary of Bloomsday, Stephen threatened the Irish government with a lawsuit if it staged any Bloomsday readings; the readings were cancelled.
Shortly afterward, at a Bloomsday symposium in Venice, Stephen announced that he had destroyed all the letters that his aunt Lucia had written to him and his wife. He added that he had done the same with postcards and a telegram sent to Lucia by Samuel Beckett, with whom she had pursued a relationship in the late nineteen-twenties.It's the arrogance of denying important source material to the future because one thinks they know best that is absolutely unforgiveable. I wonder how much incredible literature and history the world has lost because of small, insecure men like this guy.
“I have not destroyed any papers or letters in my grandfather’s hand, yet,” Stephen wrote at the time. But in the early nineties he persuaded the National Library of Ireland to give him some Joyce family correspondence that was scheduled to be unsealed. Scholars worry that these documents, too, have been destroyed.
"Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack , the nearing tide, that rusty boot."We each enter the great door of the Telemachia armed with our own histories and educations and past readings and all of that is brought to bear as the cavalcade of linguistic (for it is as much a book of sound as anything) virtuosity, operatic esoterica, infinitismal historical tropes, universal life impulses and human empathy dance through, around and above us, sometimes resonating in our bones, sometimes sailing past out of reach. I used to 'perceive' Shakespeare out of the corner of my eye at times, I kid you not - just one of several presque vu happenstances of odd bliss that I experienced the first time around.
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Meanwhile, the Irish side of James Joyce's family is not amused by the antics of their Francophile cousin.
The issue of literary estates previously discussed on MeFi here, here, and here (specifically, Joyce's letters).</small
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