Coming to Dublin in 1873 as a 12-year-old boy from County
Wicklow, Byrne served as an apprentice in one pub before
working his way up to part-ownership in another and then, in
1889, purchasing a run-down tavern at 21 Duke Street which he
reopened under his own name. His life-story thus confirms what
Bloom thinks in Calypso about publicans: "Coming up
redheaded curates from the
county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the cellar.
Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons."
Vivien Igoe observes that Byrne "was a good listener and had
a way of winning friendships and retaining them. His pub
became the haunt of poets, artists, writers, scholars and
politicians. These included James Joyce, Michael Collins, Arthur Griffith, F. R.
Higgins, Pádraic Ó Conaire, Tom Kettle, Liam O'Flaherty and
William Orpen, who was one of Byrne's greatest friends." A
longer list would include Oliver
St. John Gogarty and James Stephens, and later writers
like Patrick Kavanagh, Brian O'Nolan (Myles na gCopaleen,
Flann O'Brien), Brendan Behan, and Anthony Cronin. Actors
(including the famous gay couple Hilton Edwards and Michael
MacLiammoir), actresses, and dancers also frequented the pub,
attracted by the artistic flair of its interior. Byrne died in
1938.
When Bloom reflects that Byrne's is a "moral" place, several
things jump to his mind: "He doesn't chat. Stands a drink
now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque
for me once." As the narrative of Lestrygonians continues,
other indications of sound character appear. Byrne doesn't bet
on the horses: "— I wouldn't do anything at all in
that line, Davy Byrne said. It ruined many a man the same
horses." He notices when people are in mourning and
tactfully respects their privacy: "— I never broach
the subject, Davy Byrne said humanely, if I see a gentleman
is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their
minds." And he recognizes Bloom's uncommon qualities: "Decent
quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and I never once
saw him, you know, over the line. . . . He's a
safe man, I'd say." Like his silent assessment of the
butcher's Jewishness in Calypso, then, Bloom's quiet
appreciation of Byrne's moral qualities seems to reflect an
awareness of shared values. They are birds of a feather.
In a personal communication from Dublin, Senan Molony adds
another sympathetic detail to Byrne's biography: in an
intolerant time and place he seems to have been monogamously
devoted to a male partner. Census records of 1901 and 1911
retrieved by Molony show that Byrne was (respectively) "not
married" and "single." Far more remarkably, a tombstone in the
Glasnevin cemetery stands atop two graves and preserves the
memory of two men: "of David Byrne, who died on the 10th
September 1938, and of his friend Thomas Campbell, who died on
the 10th March 1927." Such an inscription, in the repressively
moralistic atmosphere of Ireland in the 1930s, should probably
be seen as a bold defiance of conventional sexual mores.
(Another Thomas Campbell, a
Romantic-era Scottish poet, surfaces twice in Hades—once
anonymously when Bloom recalls a line from one of his poems, and
again by name when he wonders about the authorship of a different poem. These
references are quite definitive, and since the Dublin Campbell
died in 1927 there would be no particular reason to allude to
him in the cemetery chapter. Still, given Joyce's fondness for
name coincidences, it is not inconceivable that he knew of
Byrne's friend and obliquely acknowledged him by bringing in
the poet.)
If indeed Joyce had reason to think that Byrne was
homosexual, that purely natural inclination would not by
itself justify calling the man and his establishment "moral."
But in a time when morality was widely invoked to demean
non-standard sexual orientations, not to mention unacceptably
frank works of literature (Ulysses shows
heteronormative desire to be riven with channels like
voyeurism, adultery, masochism,
and anal eroticism that
render it very non-normative), Joyce's use of the word to
characterize an all-but-out gay man may mask a cutting edge.
What would seem an "immoral" pub to many people becomes a
moral one with the stroke of a pen, suggesting that Joyce's
celebration of human happiness over social conformity extended
into his assessment of same-sex love.
Evidence that Davy Byrne's pub was "moral" in the sense of
tolerating queerness can be found later in the 20th century.
For most of that century Dublin was a very lonely place for
gay men. A 2013 blog by Sam McGrath on the Come Here to
Me! website cites one man's recollections from the
1970s, recorded in Coming Out: Irish Gay Experiences
(2003): "There weren’t many opportunities to meet gay people,
unless you knew of the one bar—two bars, actually, in Dublin
at that time, Bartley Dunne’s and Rice’s … They were the two
pubs and if you hadn’t met gay people, you wouldn’t have known
about these pubs; there was no advertising in those days, and
it was all through word-of-mouth." The same two bars are
mentioned by another gay man, George Fullerton, who is quoted
from Occasions of Sin: Sex and Society in Modern Ireland
(2009) as saying that in the 1960s "I never experienced
discrimination as such, probably because we were largely
invisible."
These two bars near the Gaiety
Theatre and St. Stephen's Green became known as
gay-friendly starting in the late 1950s and early 1960s, along
with King's, another pub in the same area that is mentioned
less often. But there were two more in Duke Street: The Bailey
and Davy Byrne's. The 1971 edition of Fielding's Travel
Guide to Europe noted that "On our latest visit, scads
of hippie-types and Gay Boys were in evidence" in the Bailey,
and it suggested that both that bar and Davy Byrne's, across
the street, were not "recommended for the 'straight'
traveller" (779). It seems likely that the welcoming
atmosphere in Davy Byrne's may have dated back to its original
proprietor. Proof of this is hard to come by, but there are
tantalizing bits of evidence that may be featured in a later
version of this note.
Mentally calculating his day's expenses in Sirens,
Bloom thinks back on the 7d. he spent on a gorgonzola sandwich
and a glass of burgundy in Davy Byrne's. In Circe the
publican himself returns, reliving the bored yawn that he gave
in reply to Nosey Flynn's ramblings about the Freemasons in Lestrygonians:
"— O, it’s a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. They stick to you
when you’re down. I know a fellow was trying to get into it.
But they’re as close as damn it. By God they did right to
keep the women out of it. / Davy Byrne
smiledyawnednodded all in one: / — Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!"
Ithaca mentions the pub yet once more, with a
misremembered address: "David Byrne's licensed premises, 14
Duke Street."