The first half of this coming-of-age novel made me roar -- with laughter, yes, but also with the shared indignations of Dolly Wilde and women everywhere. But what I loved is that beneath the humorous and raunchy veneer, the heart of this novel beats time with the age of feminism.
At once earnest and ironic, over-the-top AND understated, this novel boldly defends the adsurdities of 21st Century "Realism" with one hand and tears them down with the other. I couldn't always understand where the author was going, but the narrative's dreamlike qualities continue to haunt me.
The most captivating character from The Odyssey finally gets her story! Miller must surely posess the Midas touch to burnish these ancient tales to such a shine that they cast light upon our contemporary lives, longings, and loves. The classics are not dead with Miller at the helm. BRAVA!