Pitch-And-Putt With Joyce And Beckett

Fair warning: lots and lots of swearing.

I found a somewhat dog-eared copy of Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man on my older son’s night table recently. No one’s making him read it. If you have books around, children read them. It’s as simple as that.

I once gave a copy of it to my wife, who is not Irish. After reading it, she asked, “What the hell is wrong with you people?”

I dunno.