George Orwell and the Radical Eccentrics: Intermodernism in Literary London Book

While home visiting my parents, I noticed that my mother borrowed this book from the library, so I decided to give it a read. The book was a disappointment despite the glowing endorsements on the back cover, I can't understand how they read what I read. Lawlor simply was incomprehensible, unclear and scatter-brained. At first I thought the reason I couldn't pull any sense or meaning out of the letters printed on the page was because my dyslexic brain was having a bad day, but the following ones proved to me that it was Lawlor's disorienting writing style. Reading him was like struggling up a mountain but once I finally reached the apogee, the mist was thick that there is no view--no reward for ones effort.