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James Joyces’ Ulysses is widely considered to be both a literary masterpiece and one of the hardest works of literature to read.

Galway Public Libraries has announced the launch of ‘1922: Nora Barnacle & James Joyce: The Galway Story’, in conjunction with Dublin City Libraries and its One Dublin One Book Initiative.

MENTION NORA Barnacle and four things come to mind: she was from Galway; she was sexually adventurous and advanced for her day; she was the partner and muse of James Joyce; and she never read a word he wrote.

BALLINASLOE-BASED author Nuala O’Connor has won the prestigious UK-based Short Fiction Prize for her story ‘Gooseen’, about Galway woman Nora Barnacle, wife and muse to James Joyce.

BLOOMSDAY 2017 will be marked in Galway with the Nora at Nuns Island concert, featuring songs, operatic arias, and ballads, and celebrating the life of James Joyce's Galway wife, Nora Barnacle.

We get out of bed at nine, and Nora makes chocolate. At midday we have lunch which we (or rather she) buys (soup, meat, potatoes and some thing else)...At 4 o’clock we have chocolate, and at 8 o’clock dinner which Nora cooks.

JUNE 16 1904 is the date when James Joyce's novel Ulysses is set. It was the date of his own first date with Nora Barnacle, and June 16 is today Bloomsday, the annual event celebrating Joyce's most famous novel.

WHILE DUBLINERS were observing Bloomsday by donning Edwardian costumes and retracing Leopold Bloom’s feted journey around the capital, in Galway the day saw the opening of Ann Marie Horan’s very enjoyable one-woman play Nora Barnacle – Signora Joyce.

NORA BARNACLE, famous as the liberated woman who stole James Joyce’s heart and who stood by him during numerous controversies, is the subject of a new play.

On a late afternoon last August, my friend John Hill drove me across the city of Zurich, climbing the suburban heights until we stopped at the gates of Fluntern Cemetery. We walked up the last incline to where, among the trees and billard-table lawns, we saw the Joyces’ grave. There was no mistaking it. Just above the grave is the Giacometti-like sculpture of the writer himself, the work of American artist Milton Hebald. There James Joyce sits, in characteristic pose, deep in conversation, head tilted, one leg resting on the other knee, cigarette poised, his slim cane delicately balanced. Someone once remarked that he held his cane like a musical instrument.