James Joyce really is dirty and scandalous. His books stink of flesh, ordure, and bodily fluids. They are steeped in forbidden thoughts and dishonorable desires, in secrets, blasphemy, and sex. They were not made to become holy relics. Censorship and opprobrium may have been a cruel fate for the living Joyce, but elevation to sainthood after his death is not necessarily a better one.

Fintan O’Toole, Joyce: Heroic, Comic

Photo: James Joyce, Paris, 1934 (Lipnitzki/Roger Viollet/Getty Images)

James Joyce really is dirty and scandalous. His books stink of flesh, ordure, and bodily fluids. They are steeped in forbidden thoughts and dishonorable desires, in secrets, blasphemy, and sex. They were not made to become holy relics. Censorship and opprobrium may have been a cruel fate for the living Joyce, but elevation to sainthood after his death is not necessarily a better one.

Fintan O’Toole, Joyce: Heroic, Comic

Photo: James Joyce, Paris, 1934 (Lipnitzki/Roger Viollet/Getty Images)

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    And of course it is impossible for me not to think of Joyce’s dirty letters — glorying in the very stink and sweat that...
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    I always remember that supposed meeting between Joyce and Proust where one said “My eyesight is so terrible, it’s...
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    Fintan O’Toole, Joyce: Heroic, Comic James Joyce, Paris, 1934 (Lipnitzki/Roger Viollet/Getty Images)
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    read Ulysses. So far...only Joyce I’ve ever read
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