In my web wanderings today, I came across this wonderful post – a man tracking down Joyce’s birthplace in Rathgar. With photos and commentary. He braved “the apocalyptic snows of Leinster to find the truth.”
And thanks for the link, Ernie. You’ve been sending all kinds of fascinating people my way.
Then you have the opposite end of the spectrum, the song “Looking for James Joyce’s Grave” by Andy White. I heard it in a cafe a few years ago and then tracked down an mp3 of it after reading this to give it another listen. I can’t tell you how much I love this song. It’s a kind of “Alice’s Restaurant” endlessly meandering tale of yup, looking for James Joyce’s grave. Love it.
I love tales of literary pilgrimages as there is something so earnest and cool and geeky about them. Especially when there’s a bit of detective work and discovery involved.