Keiran Cooke writes of the sad demise of Bewley's in Dublin here.

Excerpt:

Now Bewley's - once described by the Irish poet Brendan Kennelly as "the heart and hearth of Dublin" - has closed, another victim of rising rents and changing tastes in the Irish capital. Goodbye to romantic memories of sitting in front of the fire and gazing dreamily out into an eiderdown of fog. Goodbye to the ghost of James Joyce, licking his fingers over sticky buns and drinking the only cup of coffee in the country that didn't taste like heated-up bog water.

Dan Harper has a nice Joyce quote in his recent Santa Cruz Sentinel article though I must take issue with his topic. He writes about the oppressive cold of Santa Cruz California. As a former Californian who is spending her first winter in the wilds of Northern Idaho I'd like to tell me Harper the following: "I know cold. Cold is a friend of mine. Mr. Harper, Santa Cruz is not cold!

The Oregon Register-Guard recommends James Joyce’s Dublin as a hot Christmas pick. Excerpt below:

"James Joyce's Dublin: A Topographical Guide to the Dublin of Ulysses," by Ian Gunn and Clive Hart, allows readers to trace, step by step and place by place, the meanderings about Dublin on June 16, 1904, of Leopold Bloom and dozens of other characters in James Joyce's landmark novel. (Thames and Hudson Inc., 160 pages, with 121 illustrations, $45)