One of the coolest things about our trip to Dublin was being at the city so integral to many pieces of art. This year I read A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce and Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt: Dublin plays a huge role in both these stories. Loads of great writers have come from Dublin and tons of stories and movies are based there. How cool is it to walk a street that Joyce ran down (roughly) a hundred years ago?
In commemoration, we went to the Dublin Writers Museum and the James Joyce Centre. The Writers Museum was really cool: there was lots of first and old editions of books, and I learned that several writers that I thought were English were actually Irish. The James Joyce Centre wasn’t overly exciting, but I still learned a bit about his work and himself. Z and I found some of the posters amusing:
The sign next to these read: “This imaginary exchange is taken from Tom Stoppard’s play Travesties (1974). Written by the author of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, himself a Czech ‘exile’, the play is set partly in 1917 in neutral Zurich, where Tristan Tzara (the founder of Dada), James Joyce, and V.I. Lenin are sitting out the Great War.”
There was a statuette of Jesus above the plaque.
Now I’m not a fan of walking around confusedly in near freezing temperatures, but I do like seeing cities dressed up for the holidays. The beauty below was in the middle of O’Connell Street, one of the major roads.Next stops: London and Paris.