Tue, 20 February 2007 This show is great! Love that Ulysses. Feel free to dive in, even if you're just beginning- it's all art and poetry, and you can pick it up anywhere! :) Yay. Comments[2] |
Thu, 15 February 2007 I am sooo tired. Was this reading even coherent? Was that spelled right? Oh my gosh.... goodnight............ Happy Valentine's Day! Comments[2] |
Fri, 9 February 2007 ". . . And the site of Sylvia's bookshop. So another literary pilgrimage completed. I really didn't want to leave,
and am already planning my next opportunity to go to Paris." Category: podcasts -- posted at: 9:20 PM Comments[3] |
Fri, 9 February 2007 The Category: podcasts -- posted at: 9:11 PM Comments[1] |
Fri, 9 February 2007 ". . . I arranged to meet someone in a cafe in one of my favourite squares in
Paris (therefore the world) - la Place Contrascarpe, which is further north,
round the back of the Pantheon and near the Sorbonne, a walk up hill through
some twisty little streets. . . It's famous in a literary sense as Hemingway and Hadley lived and drank
here when they first moved to Paris and he immortalised it in "A Moveable
Feast", plus Samuel Beckett hung out here and allegedly based the two tramps in
Waiting for Godot on the "clochards" who hung out under the trees (and still
do!). Anyway, I found out there is a Joyce connection too - he lived just a few
yards off the Place Contrascarpe for the final work on Ulysses - you have to get
in this front gate... It's famous in a literary sense as Hemingway and Hadley lived and drank
here when they first moved to Paris and he immortalised it in "A Moveable
Feast", plus Samuel Beckett hung out here and allegedly based the two tramps in
Waiting for Godot on the "clochards" who hung out under the trees (and still
do!). Anyway, I found out there is a Joyce connection too - he lived just a few
yards off the Place Contrascarpe for the final work on Ulysses - you have to get
in this front gate:' Category: general -- posted at: 9:08 PM Comments[4] |
Fri, 9 February 2007 ". . . I went in and had a reverential cafe creme, and stole a couple of quick
snaps - I'm pretty certain it is the same place
and I don't think it can have changed much, it seems very 1920's to
me, it's unpretentious but is effortlessly stylish - it has a lovely
sinuously carved central wooden bar full of assiduous waiters, light brown tones
everywhere, little curlicues carved over the blackboards, great mirrors along
the walls, a huge clock above the door looking like the one at New York Central
Station..... So I think it is still Michauds and I could imagine Joyce eating and
drinking here after a day's work with Nora, the children and devout followers of
his turning up to buy him a drink - apparently one night he was wheeled back to
the Hotel Lennox in a wheelbarrow!"(Gosh, isn't he a good writer?! -paigerella :) Category: general -- posted at: 9:05 PM Comments[1] |
Fri, 9 February 2007 Come out of the hotel, turn right, and at the first crossroads (according
to my book), was a neighbourhood restaurant called Michaud's. Hemingway writes
about Joyce and his family eating there every night, "the whole Celtic
crew" and there is a story of Hemingway eating with Joyce there and EH sitting
"in a silent stupor of worship" at the great man. It was a real literary hangout
apparently. On the very spot described is this characterful
brasserie: Category: general -- posted at: 9:04 PM Comments[2] |
Fri, 9 February 2007 ![]() " . . . I found time to do some prowling in search of James Joyce, including this atmospheric hotel, the Hotel Lennox, where he stayed for most of the time 1920- 22 that he was writing Ulysses in Paris. It's in a great spot, halfway between the Bvd St Germain (near Sylvia Beach's bookshop) and the Seine. Apparently TS Eliot also lived here for a year and described it as 'the most romantic year of his life.' " Category: podcasts -- posted at: 9:00 PM Comments[2] |
Fri, 9 February 2007 Hi Everyone! One of my listeners was so inspired by Joyce and his love of Joyce and the literary scene in Paris that he vacationed there and took all sorts of photos! I'm going to post the photos with his descriptions here, and I hope that you all enjoy them :). It's like a literary tour through La Belle Paris. Category: general -- posted at: 5:36 PM Comments[4] |
Thu, 8 February 2007 We're out of the funeral and into Valentine's Day. The show ends with love letters and begins with email. Goodnight, Moon. Comments[1] |

". . . And the site of Sylvia's bookshop. So another literary pilgrimage completed. I really didn't want to leave,
and am already planning my next opportunity to go to Paris."
The
". . . I arranged to meet someone in a cafe in one of my favourite squares in
Paris (therefore the world) - la Place Contrascarpe, which is further north,
round the back of the Pantheon and near the Sorbonne, a walk up hill through
some twisty little streets. . . It's famous in a literary sense as Hemingway and Hadley lived and drank
here when they first moved to Paris and he immortalised it in "A Moveable
Feast", plus Samuel Beckett hung out here and allegedly based the two tramps in
Waiting for Godot on the "clochards" who hung out under the trees (and still
do!). Anyway, I found out there is a Joyce connection too - he lived just a few
yards off the Place Contrascarpe for the final work on Ulysses - you have to get
in this front gate... It's famous in a literary sense as Hemingway and Hadley lived and drank
here when they first moved to Paris and he immortalised it in "A Moveable
Feast", plus Samuel Beckett hung out here and allegedly based the two tramps in
Waiting for Godot on the "clochards" who hung out under the trees (and still
do!). Anyway, I found out there is a Joyce connection too - he lived just a few
yards off the Place Contrascarpe for the final work on Ulysses - you have to get
in this front gate:'
". . . I went in and had a reverential cafe creme, and stole a couple of quick
snaps - I'm pretty certain it is the same place
and I don't think it can have changed much, it seems very 1920's to
me, it's unpretentious but is effortlessly stylish - it has a lovely
sinuously carved central wooden bar full of assiduous waiters, light brown tones
everywhere, little curlicues carved over the blackboards, great mirrors along
the walls, a huge clock above the door looking like the one at New York Central
Station..... So I think it is still Michauds and I could imagine Joyce eating and
drinking here after a day's work with Nora, the children and devout followers of
his turning up to buy him a drink - apparently one night he was wheeled back to
the Hotel Lennox in a wheelbarrow!"
Come out of the hotel, turn right, and at the first crossroads (according
to my book), was a neighbourhood restaurant called Michaud's. Hemingway writes
about Joyce and his family eating there every night, "the whole Celtic
crew" and there is a story of Hemingway eating with Joyce there and EH sitting
"in a silent stupor of worship" at the great man. It was a real literary hangout
apparently. On the very spot described is this characterful
brasserie: