James Joyce Novel Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I did finally find a section of fiction, most of the authors being Irish—James Joyce, Samuel Beckett, Oscar Wilde were all there. I pulled out a collection of Yeats’ poems. I flipped it open to find an inscription at the front in Irish that I was able to translate: to my beloved Maire, Sean. I knew that Maire was the Irish version of Mary. My heart started pounding. It felt like kismet, coming upon this book dedicated to my grandmother after that strange conversation I’d had with Mrs. Walsh. I flipped through the pages, and my heart nearly fell to my toes when a note fluttered to the floor. I grabbed it, noting that edges were yellow with age. I carefully unfolded it after I’d set the book d

“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.”