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officialgaiman: One of the biggest events in the literary calendar - the centenary celebration of Bloomsday, 16 June, the day on which the events of James Joyce's Ulysses take place - has been seriously marred by a bitter struggle over copyright.
Stephen Joyce, the grandson and last surviving relative of the writer, has caused consternation by declaring that any public reading of what is regarded as the most influential novel of the 20th century will be a breach of copyright and cannot go ahead without permission and payment. Readings in both London and Dublin to launch the first ever unabridged audio CD of the book - the 22 discs last 27 hours - have been cancelled because of fears of litigation.
Hisss. (The discussion that follows the entry is interesting -- read it now, before it falls off the edge of the syndication world.)
Five (!) years ago my cousin Jen and I went to Ireland. Our first full day there -- we landed in Dublin -- happened to be Bloomsday, which is also Jen's birthday. I have wonderful memories of wandering around Dublin that day, taking in the scene, smiling as crowds of people in Edwardian dress sailed past on bicycles, listening to readings of Ulysses on street corners. If one greedy little killjoy can manage to squelch that, I say it's a damn shame.
(This reminds me that I still haven't made it all the way through Ulysses. Must tackle it again. I ran out of steam somewhere around the Sirens.)
Stephen Joyce, the grandson and last surviving relative of the writer, has caused consternation by declaring that any public reading of what is regarded as the most influential novel of the 20th century will be a breach of copyright and cannot go ahead without permission and payment. Readings in both London and Dublin to launch the first ever unabridged audio CD of the book - the 22 discs last 27 hours - have been cancelled because of fears of litigation.
Hisss. (The discussion that follows the entry is interesting -- read it now, before it falls off the edge of the syndication world.)
Five (!) years ago my cousin Jen and I went to Ireland. Our first full day there -- we landed in Dublin -- happened to be Bloomsday, which is also Jen's birthday. I have wonderful memories of wandering around Dublin that day, taking in the scene, smiling as crowds of people in Edwardian dress sailed past on bicycles, listening to readings of Ulysses on street corners. If one greedy little killjoy can manage to squelch that, I say it's a damn shame.
(This reminds me that I still haven't made it all the way through Ulysses. Must tackle it again. I ran out of steam somewhere around the Sirens.)