The Sisters

“There was a heavy odour in the room—the flowers”

There’s no getting around the fact that Joyce is hard work. I feel I need to read his stories multiple times to grasp what he’s writing about, but in the process he forces you to be a better reader.

This failed priest, for example, we learn about only through off hand comments and only a few clues as to what his life had been life. And it’s so sad