I was disappointed that through the middle section of The Lessor Bohemians, Eimear McBride seems to have lost her way. It’s too long and doesn’t ring true. The author tells us in detail about the older man more than the character she has created reveals himself in ways we have to discover for ourselves. He’s delivered prefab and dropped into place. Unfortunately she doesn’t recover her footing, even needlessly revisiting Stephen's too-sharp self knowledge in the last scenes.The Lesser Bohemians by Eimear McBride review – a brilliant evocation of sex and intimacy https://t.co/UUAsk3N6Ke— Frank Murphy (@FrankMurphy49) October 18, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
"[The Booker] judges might have thought this a more flawed book than the densely perfect A Girl… In the closing sections… there is no longer the sense I admired in the first half."
