Minor Holiday Conjunction

An excuse for self-promotion

Today was both Father’s Day and Bloomsday. I had as lovely a Father’s Day as I possibly could considering that my son isn’t in town (we did speak on the phone), but I didn’t do anything for Bloomsday this year. That conjunction, combined with that omission, gives me an excuse to link to what, twenty years on, is still one of my favorite pieces that I ever wrote: a meditation on James Joyce on fatherhood on the occasion of my becoming an adoptive father.

Here’s the piece: “True Fictions of Fatherhood.” I hope you enjoy it.