Kev North

Don’t bother reading this book. It is drab, boring, and self absorbed. Maher has over stepped her role in story telling. She writes the main character in the fashion of a virgin teenager - a Jane Eyre in Paris. Is there such a thing? It is incredulous that anyone could take this important historical event and make it a farce. You are better advised to read the introduction of Ulysses by Declan Kiberd to get a true and factual account of James Joyce with regards to the publication of Uylesses. This book has as much depth as a child’s swimming pool. And is simply a cut and paste of known facts swamped in Maher’s peculiar and overly sickly sweet prose.