‘Few of us can know how it feels to read that your grandfather called your grandmother his “brown-arsed fuckbird”.’ James Scudamore’s reflections on trying to ghostwrite Stephen James Joyce's memoir, unlocked and free to read to mark Bloomsday. granta.com/ecce-senex-s...

It’s true. He has.

“He was impolite about pedestrians, especially if he thought they were overweight. But he was full of admiration for the dogs we passed.” On the anniversary of James Joyce’s birth, I’m thoroughly enjoying James Scudamore’s encounters with his awful grandson Stephen, in the new issue of Granta: