I picked this one up because it’s Joseph O’Connor, and he can do no wrong, nearly. I wouldn’t list this as one of his best books. It never hits the highs of “Inishowen” or “Star of the Sea” or “Redemption Falls,” but it’s good.

I found the story dragged a little bit, and while I get that it was the old woman, wandering across London, her memories of her time with Synge resurfacing, Joseph sparkled when telling of young Molly and her early sizzling affair with the playwright. And threatened to, when hinting at the strained relationship between Molly and her daughter, living up north, inaccessible to Molly of her own doing, it seems.

When I say ‘drag’ I mean more like the pull of the sea. The story surges forward, gently, though, and then lulls for a little bit as Molly lurches forward and hatches a plan to survive in London on what she has left. By the end I was knee deep in the sea, surrounded by it, and does Mr. O’Connor ever write well, immersing you in his characters’ lives.

So while it’s not my favorite Joseph O’Connor book, not by a long shot, it’s very worth your while spending a few afternoons or evenings with it, he’ll tell you a good story.