Irish Authors Female Novels & Stories

“Maybe Prince Henri liked to write dirty letters, so the princess definitely didn’t want those leaked. Maybe he wrote letters like James Joyce did.” I choked on my wine. Niamh reached over to pat me between my shoulders. My parents looked confused. “James Joyce? The Irish author?” said my mother tentatively. “The very one.” Niamh leaned forward conspiratorially. “He was totally obsessed with his wife and wrote some crazy letters to her. Sexual letters.” Niamh’s eyebrows waggled. Now it was my turn to step on my spouse’s foot. “I doubt my parents are interested in some dead author’s letters.”