As is usual in a short story collection we have a mixed bunch. There were several I loved and a few that I thought were weird. Something that I noticed fairly quickly however, is that there is a split of location with half the stories set in Ireland - the Republic and the rest in the southern United States, Tennessee, Florida, the Mississippi delta is mentioned, some don't have a specific setting but they give off a U.S. vibe, and the first story, Antaractica, which is the only one I disliked is set in the UK. The Irish stories are by far and consistently better than the rest. It makes sense, Keegan is an Irish lady, born and bred; she grew up in County Wicklow.
Let's deal with Antarctica - the mood, the characterization, no problem - I just don't like the twisty and to my mind, totally predictable ending; there is a fantastical feel edging in there, which I started to recognize as one of her motifs - the flood of cockroaches in 'Burns', (made me think of the 'Mummy' - film) or the really weird 'The Scent of Winter' with its unresolved ending, just everyone running off into the distance and the nanny yelling back 'I quit! I quit! You goddamn sons-a-barbarian-bitches'. Most of the stories have this slight detachment from reality.
On the other - hand my absolute favourite, 'Sisters', set in Ireland, is completely real. It's what you might designate the perfect short story; a small list of characters, a glorious setting, a rivalry and a very satisfactory revenge, where the unattractive sister is able to restore to herself, what should be hers by right. My second favourite was 'Love in the Tall Grass', a love affair, a break-up and a promise made with a rather unusual and satisfying, but at the same time unresolved ending.
Another hallmark of Keegan is that nearly all the stories are saturated with sex, with desire, with romance, with lust, it's all there, that dreamy seductive prose that makes you want to curl up with a desired one. It's probably why the cover features a young, dreamy looking woman; the target market for this book? I don't like that. Keegan is only a year younger than myself and I can see that her stories reflect a life-time of romantic relationships in all their multitude of tension, desire, horniness or not. In 'Ride if You Dare' an American one, there is that moment when a man and woman are thinking about where this initial meeting is going to go - and you feel the interest flagging. There is a certain pivot where both, I think decide to 'go for it' - take the risk, make a decision, summon up that flagging enthusiasm - I thought yes - I recognise that - if not exactly in the same sort of circumstances.
Or take another story - 'The Singing Cashier' - the elder girl, has lustful relations with the postman and sends her younger sibling out of the house on made-up errands, while she does the 'dirty'. Later in the story, news of a serial murder's house - just down the street, and the elder one makes a swift decision, knowing she has to protect her sister. It's real-life, a sudden jostling of priorities.
The last story 'The Ginger Rogers Sermon', was possibly one of the weakest, it just didn't hold my attention. And the sexual encounter, although it is initiated by the young girl of 13/14 I found distasteful. There are unpleasant consequences for the man - Slapper, and the older brother Eugene knows what has happened, again an element of the fantastical in this.
A strong story was 'Passport Soup'. It's very short but Keegan manages to fit in a whole story, plus complicated emotions into that tiny writerly space, and I felt yes - that's exactly the kind of cruel retaliation a woman might wreak on her husband because of the loss of a child. It felt entirely possible and it's all told from the husband's point of view, so we understand how much men suffer in these situations.
Something I liked in all the stories is how Keegan connects us with the environment. The natural world is always present, I think her descriptions of waves and oceans or cold mornings, or leaves on the floor really feed into the sensual element.
From 'Love in the Tall Grass'
The next morning Cordelia lay in bed while drowsy bluebottles struggled against the windowpanes. She watched the sudden, fast shadows of swallows who flew past her window in fleeting pairs subtracting light from her room and marvelled how living things could suspend themselves in midair. She imagined the last of the over-ripe fruit, the latecomers, falling in the slightest breeze. She did not have the heart to pluck them. She imagined the stem weakening, the fruit clinging to its source, loosening, loosening, then letting go, falling.
The fruit falling is a subtle depiction of her own seduction.
So, 5 stars, who cares if the stories aren't all perfect. They offer a nice, rich panorama of life from the female's perspective.