Why would a writer elicit that kind of hatred? What kind of threat did he pose? I asked my dad if I could borrow a copy of Ulysses, went to my room and began to read. An hour later I came back downstairs. Is there an easier one? I asked. That’s when he gave me Dubliners.
Spurred on by the anger of a priest, Paul Murray shares with the Paris Review how turning to Joyce’s Dubliners helped him find Dublin.