It usually takes me a day or so to read an average-length novel. This one took eight months.
Sometimes it feels like reading in a different language but the layers of meaning behind endlessly visceral scenes seep through like early morning sunlight.
Anyway, here’s to Mr Joyce: incomparable, inscrutable, immense.
About the Creator
Beth Sarah
We've been scribbled in the margins of a story that is patently absurd
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