Evocative and wistful, dancing through idealised fancy. Only to lost in the dirge of closing time and cold reality.

I'll be honest that I had absolutely no idea what was going on, but, much like with my problematic Queer fave, Virginia Woolf, I let the beautiful prose wash over me. It was a glorious listen, and the narrative and themes were plain once before me in black and white.

I listened to an audiobook of this simply as I wanted to listen to something short from the Audible Included library while I was doing a few bits and making my tea. I had to listen to the fourth part twice as I thought I misses something.

I have been meaning to read Dubliners and Joyce for years and after this first taste, I absolutely need to prioritise more.