The author of Shake Hands With The Devil challenges the conventional minded again with a story of rural Ireland, of a man whose lusts controlled his life, who scattered his bastards the countryside over, but who had one weak spot in his armor in his inexplicable love for the girl he called his ""fairy queen"". There was a bit about the Fenians, but the political aspects were less vital than in the earlier book. They served their purpose as his alibi when he wished to dispose of the girl's father, however, and he married her and placed her in a sordid household with a drink crazed mother and a sex-crazed sister. A salvation for her and an escape from mere worldly lust, came in her love for the parish priest, and it was the accusation of a beastly side to that that brought her death at the end. A tragic book, which went be easy selling. But the Conner market will be interested -- and the Irish background is entrancing. Even through so essentially physical a plane as the story itself, the poetry of the Irishman makes the picture of the countryside, of the feel of the people for their land, a very real and vital thing.