Introduction by James Joyce Lights low. Joyce steps forward, bowler hat in hand, his voice steady, Irish lilt unmistakable.“So here I am, James Augustine Aloysius Joyce, lad of Dublin, exile of Europe, scribbler of words that tangle and tumble. You’ve heard much about me: the genius, the blasphemer, the blind man muttering books no one would print. But here—ah, … [Read more...] about James Joyce’s Journey Told Through Friendship