Skip to content

ulysses beached

March 18, 2010

[TLS] “Joyce came walking up my street”, Beach wrote in the charming and whimsical memoir she named after her creation. “He stepped into my bookshop . . . he inspected my two photographs of Oscar Wilde. Then he sat down beside my table.” On being introduced at a dinner party the day before Joyce’s arrival at the bookshop, the pair shook hands: “That is, he put his limp, boneless hand in my tough little paw” – where she intended it to stay. (read)

Advertisements
No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: