and yes I said yes I will...oh wait no I won't

Folks in Dublin were all set to celebrate the centennial of Bloomsday, the June 16th recounted in James Joyce's Ulysses, this summer...until his grandson, Stephen, pulled the plug on any public readings of the novel... or any other Joyce works for that matter. Stephen's the executor of his grandfather's literary estate, and the fearful jesuit has decided that any public reading of the works is a breach of copyright worth suing over. He's done it enough times already that Bloomsday organizers are taking him seriously, and since the Irish government is one of the main organizers, they aren't about to risk infringing on the estate's intellectual property rights. The Irish National Theater has even cancelled a production of Joyce's play Exiles to avoid Stephen's litigious wrath. But I hope there's all sorts of civil disobedience being planned throughout the nation on this one. Hell, if anybody wants to fly me out to Dublin this June, I'll organize an uprising; we can hand out books and have mass readings... (Thanks to Cory and Prof. Lessig for the first hints of this story.)