Stories by one of the outstanding Irish writers of today, author of Nightlines, The Barracks, The Dark, The Leavetaking, The Pornographer, High Ground, Amongst Women (nominated for the Booker Prize in 1990) and That They May Face the Rising Sun.
McGahern began his career as a schoolteacher at Scoil Eoin Báiste (Belgrove) primary school in Clontarf, Ireland, where, for a period, he taught the eminent academic Declan Kiberd before turning to writing full-time. McGahern's second novel 'The Dark' was banned in Ireland for its alleged pornographic content and implied clerical sexual abuse. In the controversy over this he was forced to resign his teaching post. He subsequently moved to England where he worked in a variety of jobs before returning to Ireland to live and work on a small farm in Fenagh in County Leitrim, located halfway between Ballinamore and Mohill. His third novel 'Amongst Women' was shortlisted for the 1990 Man Booker Prize. He died from cancer in Dublin on March 30, 2006.
--The Beginning of an Idea --A Slip-up --All Sorts of Impossible Things --Faith, Hope and Charity --The Stoat --Doorways --The Wine Breath --Along the Edges --Swallows --Sierra Leone
I’d not heard of John McGahern before, which feels a little embarrassing after reading that he was seen as ‘the Irish Chekhov’. And that’s not faint praise. This collection of short stories is brilliant – a whole world is captured in a few pages of lyrical yet very precise prose, with characters you feel as well as see. Fantastic to find a new writer whose works I’m now going to explore. Highly recommended.
Nearly perfect . You can almost feel weight of the family , the land , the inevitable cycle of life and death , pulling the narrator back to its tragic heart . It's a story about an affair where the narrator cannot love and doesn't know how to resist the long shadow of fear .
I love McGahern's novels, but this was my first dip into his short stories. While the first of this small collection was confusing and disappointing, his return to Ireland and the Irish for the remainder was utterly fulfilling.