Showing posts with label ISWW2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ISWW2. Show all posts

Friday, July 6, 2012

"Miles" by Desmond Hogan


The Irish Quarter Year Two
 A Celebration of the Irish Short Story
March 11 to ?

Desmond Hogan Week-June 18 to July 10  Day Ten

"Miles"

Cohosted by Shauna Gilligan, author of
Happiness Comes From Nowhere

"exiles often hid the most amazing secrets, how they hid horror, terror and great magnitudes of sin"




"Miles"

"Miles" (1989) is one of the longest stories in Lark's Eggs and Other Stories.   It about Miles, a very successful model whose face can be seen in ads all over Dublin, the mother who deserted him when he  was just a child to go work in London as a maid and his siblings. It is also about the miles between people and the times of our lives.   (I am keeping my next few posts quite brief as I am getting behind in my posting on what I have read.)   Miles has turned seventeen and he has decided to go looking for his mother.   Miles lives the fast life of nightclubs, outrageous clothes.."Dublin for Miles was a kind of Pompeii now:  on an edge...he was living a good life in a city smoldering with poverty".   His mother, Ellie has another son, Lally, and a daughter.  The daughter was a teacher and the son a famous pop star.   He knew every year his mother comes to the pilgrimage to Walshingham (this made me wonder if they had Traveller roots).   We see the traumas of Miles raising, growing up as a beautiful young boy brought much abuse and hatred on him. 

We also enter into the mind of his mother, now dying of cancer.   We enter into the mind of Lally also, very famous and often on TV.   His mother never understood what made him an artist.   His songs are about Ireland.   "One day scum, the next day stars".   

There is a tremendous amount in this wonderful story.   It is a great work of art with a deep sadness at  its heart.


Lilliput Press press publishes Hogan's work and offers two of his works as E-Books.   I found their catalogue totally fascinating.   They are the premier publishers of Irish related books, located in Dublin and established in 1984.

Shauna Gilligan's wonderful  novel Happiness Comes From Nowhere can be purchased on Amazon or The Book Depository.



Mel u


Thursday, July 5, 2012

"Bewitched" by Danielle McLaughlin

"Bewitched" by Danielle McLaughlin (2010, 4 pages)

The Irish Quarter:   A Celebration of the Irish Short Story
March 11 to ?
Emerging Irish Women Writers

Danielle McLaughlin

Ever since Ethel Rohan (author of two great collections of short stories, Hard to Say and Cut Through the Bone)  honored The Reading Life with a guest post  on a short story by Danielle McLaughlin (Cork County, Ireland), "All About Alice" that appeared in The Stinging Fly I have badly wanted to read her work.   Here is part of what Rohan in her beautifully crafted post said about McLaughlin's story:

"While my first read of this story hung onto the sheer joy of tale and suspense, and was fueled by the need to get to the conclusion, my subsequent reads of  “All About Alice” focused on trying to figure out just how McLaughlin so beautifully crafted and rendered this moving and memorable story. The voice, tone, and pacing in “All About Alice” seem perfect. There isn’t a beat wasted or missing. The three big ‘Ds’ of details, descriptions, and dialogue are telling and serve to both reveal character and progress plot."

I was so happy when I found that a prize winning recent story by McLaughlin was available online.   Where I can I prefer to post on stories that can be read online as it does frustrate me at times to read a post on a story that sounds great only to learn it will be very hard for me to read it.  (This is in part also a courtesy to people like myself who live where there are no public libraries.)

"Bewitched" is an amazing story about a moment in which a bookish socially awkward teenage girl takes a step toward real maturity and wisdom, a step that decades do not take most people.  "Bewitched" is structurally the perfect short story.   It introduces us to two characters, Mrs. Wilson the Librarian who of course seems ancient and without a life to our young narrator, and the narrator herself.  I was so quickly and skillfully  drawn into the character of the narrator and was eager to see what would happen to her.    The narrator came across as a bit peevish in her refusal to wear a coat her sister had out grown because it matched the color of the rug in the local library and of Mrs. Wilson and that was just a perfect touch.

Every Saturday morning the narrator would head to the library when other teens were still in bed. (Side note, a lot of the literary fad for witches and the paranormal was begun by Irish short story writers like Joseph Sheridan le Fanu and Lord Dunsanny.)   She asked Mrs Wilson where they kept the books on witches.   Mrs Wilson is quite not into witches at all and she shows the girl some encyclopedia articles with horrible looking old crones and the articles suggest the women who claimed to have supernatural powers were just deluded and frustrated old women.   I want to quote a bit from the story so you can see the wonderful prose style of McLaughlin:

On Saturday mornings, while other teenagers burrowed deeper under their duvets, I ran straight to the library. I cannot remember how my obsession with witches started but it blew like exotic tumbleweed though the ghost-town of my teenage life. I asked Mrs. Wilson, the librarian, where the books on witches were kept.  I slouched along behind her to the bookshelves on Medieval History in the far corner.  She motioned to a few stocky encyclopaedias and eyed me curiously before padding off across the carpet.Mrs. Wilson, it turned out, was a woman with no concept of witches. The encyclopaedias carried a few scant paragraphs on sad, frumpish women of dubious competence. They were, it was strongly hinted, neurotic and unbalanced women, or at best, frauds.  Refusing to be defeated, I trawled through every shelf.  Dusty volumes of ancient mythologies, obscure pagan rites, even astrology, were fine-tooth combed, book by book, page by page. 

Sometimes Mrs Wilson tries to talk to the narrator but she just sees her as an old lady without a clue about life.  She objectifies her as just somebody with varicose veins who dusts shelves and moves books around, dull in the extreme in her teenage mind.

Not one but two big things happen in this story.  I will tell you about one of them and only allude to the other so the story is pretty much unspoiled for you.

The narrator likes to paint in her bedroom in the evenings, when she gets out of school.   She has a very interesting routine.   I was trying to understand it and there are several brilliant things going on in this section of the story.  The narrator seems possibly trying to get in touch with her emerging sexuality and to connect to a pagan wilding tradition, to almost transform herself through her art.  I think this passage is simply stunning

I peeled off layers of clothes as I painted, throwing them willy-nilly about the floor. Stripped to my practical and greying underwear, I would work faster, free from the clingy bulk of sleeves and shirts and prickly tights.  My eyes wandered from mirror to canvas, from the fleshy contours of my own white skin to the flowing passion of the glorious witches, all sleek and sassy and pouting.  I would paint fiercely, the colours rushing together.   Wild women screamed and glowered from the canvas, drawing me in, wrapping me in their dark and comforting cloaks, until the drab, wobbly form in the mirror melted away, washed away in a torrent of simmering colour.

I almost hate to do this but I will stop telling the plot here.   The narrator learns a powerful lesson, one far too few people ever learn.   If you are really lucky, you can learn it from the best of literary works.

Ethel Rohan was right, hardly a big surprise, McLaughlin is a great writer.   As I said it is a perfectly done short story on the Frank O'Connor model.  It introduced some interesting ordinary people, something big happens in their lonely lives, and a valuable lesson is learned.   All in four beautiful pages

You can read "Bewitched" here.

I am very grateful to Ethel for making me aware of Danielle McLaughlin.   I will following her work form now on and in fact hope to post on another of her wonderful short stories very soon.

Official Author Bio

Bio: Danielle McLaughlin lives in County Cork, Ireland. Her stories have appeared or are forthcoming inSouthword, The Stinging Fly, Boyne Berries, Crannóg, The RTE TEN website, Inktears, and in various anthologies including ‘The Bone Woman and other short stories’ recently published by Cork County Library and Arts Service, the Fish Anthology 2012 and the Bristol Short Story Prize Anthology 2012. Another of her stories was shortlisted for the Francis Mac Manus Competition 2012 and will be broadcast on RTE Radio 1 in July. She won the Writing Spirit Award for Fiction 2010, a WOW!2 Award for Fiction in 2011, the From the Well Short Story Competition 2012 and the William Trevor/Elizabeth Bowen International Short Story Competition 2012.


I like to ask short story writers whose work I admire who their favorite writers in the genre are and share it with my readers.  Here are some of Danielle's:


William Trevor, Karen Russell, Kevin Barry, Yiyun Li,  Ethel Rohan, Mary Costello, Ita Daly, Nuala Ní Chonchúir, Alice Munro, Edna O Brien, Tessa Hadley, Claire Keegan, Flannery O’Connor, Tania Herschman, Clare Wigfall.


Mel u

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

"It's Just Murder" by Gerry McDonnell


Flash Fiction in Epistolary Form!


Today I am very happy to present an original work of flash fiction by a very distinguished author.

IT’S JUST MURDER!
By Gerry McDonnell
Dear Mother,

Wish you were here. The weather is lovely. I’ve just murdered the family in
the mobile home next to me. They were making a lot of noise at night. When
I went to their door to complain, a foul-mouthed granny told me where to go.
She got it in the gut. Just before she died she looked at me bemused, cocking
her head to one side like a curious dog as she fell to the ground. I left her bony
frame where it lay, the better to frighten the others. I hope her life flashed
before her as they say it does; her filthy, selfish, in-bred life.

The man of the family, so to speak, a sinewy, tattooed, drink-sodden waster,
came to the door. He was nearly black from the sun, the lazy prick, baking in it,
drinking his cans with his ghetto-blaster blaring. It was his mother I’d just shot.
He stared at her limp body lying on the steps.

“What the f***”, he said.

His body jerked back, like a stick insect, a look of terror on his face. I believe
I was standing up to this bully for all those people he made to feel small. He
looked at me with his gob open, his dentures sitting on his tongue. He tried to
smile, as if to say, let’s be friends. I shot him in the mouth. I probably severed
his spinal cord because he collapsed wheezing, like an accordion.

Killing the son was easy and was done in a very appropriate manner. It was
poetic justice really. He tried to climb out a side widow but his obese body got
stuck half way. He was crying and screaming as I pulled down his shorts and
shot him up the ass, as the American’s say, that same ass that mooned at me
on my first day there. He would’ve taken some time to die in excruciating pain,
I imagine.

I read later that they were members of a notorious drug dealing family and
that the crime had all the viciousness of a gangland murder. It could not have
worked out better. Who’d miss them, spreading misery to all and sundry?

I’m sitting in a small cafe, in a little fishing village, further on down the coast,
just to be out of harm’s way, until things die down, so to speak. It’s just a
precaution since I don’t think a judge in the land would convict me. I’m having

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a nice cup of tea and guess what, a sausage sandwich! Of course, not a patch
on yours. Remember the winter days when I used to prevail on you to let me
stay at home from school? I usually succeeded and you used to bring me up a
sausage sandwich in bed. Those were the days!

Will be home soon.

Your loving son, Bartholomew.

PS. It gets better. I got the gun from their mobile home when they were out
drinking the night before, no doubt intimidating people in the local town. I
don’t think I’ll go on a holiday like that again, thrown together with all sorts.
You were right. I’m much too sensitive!

END

Gerry McDonnell (JUNE 2012)

gerry.mcdonnell@ireland.com


Official Biography  of Gerry McDonnell


GERRY MC DONNELL was born in 1950 and lives in Dublin. He has had five collections
of poetry published. He has also written for stage, radio and television. His play Making It
Home, a two-hander father and son relationship, was first performed at the Crypt Theatre at
Dublin Castle in 2001. A radio adaptation of this play was broadcast on RTE Radio 1 in 2008
starring the acclaimed Irish actor David Kelly as the father and Mark Lambert as the son.
His play Whose Veins Ran Lightning, based on the life and work of the Irish poet James
Clarence Mangan (1803-1849), was performed at The New Theatre in Dublin in 2003. His
libretto for a chamber opera, The Poet and the Muse, (music by composer John Byrne) also
deals with Mangan. He has written for the Irish television series Fair City.

His interest in Irish Jewry has resulted in the chapbook; Jewish Influences in Ulysses
and a collection of monologues, Mud Island Elegy, in which Jews of 19th century Ireland
speak about their lives from beyond the grave. His stage play Song of Solomon, set on the
Royal canal in Dublin, has a Jewish theme. Mud Island Anthology, concerning ‘ordinary’
Dublin gentiles who lived in the latter half of the 20th century was published by Lapwing
Publications in 2009 and is a companion collection to the ‘Elegy’ poems. His latest collection
of poetry, Ragged Star, was published in 2011.

He is a member of the Irish Playwrights’ and Screenwriters’ Guild and the Irish Writers’
Union.

CONTACT:

gerry.mcdonnell@ireland.com

End of Guest Posts

Mel u

Saturday, June 23, 2012

"Life Drawing" by Bernard MacLaverty

"Life Drawing" by Bernard MacLaverty  (1977, 11 pages)

The Irish Quarter:  A Celebration of the Irish Short Story
March 11 to ?
Bernard MacLaverty


Anyone interested is invited to participate in The Irish Quarter.   There are links to 1000s of short stories on the resources page, some 200 years old and some written this year.   All you need do is to post on an Irish short story or related matter and let me know about it.  Guests posts are welcome.   Just contact me if you are interested.

"Life Drawing" by Bernard MacLaverty is another great story that William Trevor with his characteristic literary  sagacity included in his anthology The Oxford Book of Irish Short Stories.   MacLaverty (Belfast, Ireland 1942) is a very prolific highly regarded writer.  

Here is his official biography taken from his very well done author web page (a good role model for the form)

Bernard MacLaverty was born in Belfast (14.9.42) and lived there until 1975 when he moved to Scotland with his wife, Madeline, and four children. He has been a Medical Laboratory Technician, a mature student, a teacher of English and, for two years in the mid eighties, Writer-in-Residence at the University of Aberdeen.

After living for a time in Edinburgh and the Isle of Islay he now lives in Glasgow. He is a member of Aosdana in Ireland and is Visiting Writer/Professor at the University of Strathclyde.
Currently he is employed as a teacher of creative writing on a postgraduate course in prose fiction run by the Research Institute of  Irish and Scottish Studies at the University of Aberdeen.

He has published five collections of short stories and four novels. He has written versions of his fiction for other media - radio plays, television plays, screenplays. Recently he wrote and directed a short film 'Bye-Child


"Life Drawing" is another guilt driven story, this time the guilty is over a son's neglect of his aged and now dying father.   This story, told in the third person, is about what happens when Liam, a successful painter is called back to see his dying father.   He has not visited him for years.   After their mother abandoned his father and brother the father raised them alone, often working 12 hour plus days in his tobacco shop (lots of pipe smokers in Belfast) to take care of his sons.   He was a bad tempered man, with violent moods and swings.    His sons wanted nothing much to do with him once they grew up.   The other son moved to America and a kindly neighbor who noticed the father was not taking his milk in came in to check on the father (they had a key) and found he had been the victim of a terrible stroke.     She found the phone number of the son in America and he called Liam.  The other son will not be coming for the funeral.  Liam's father always told him his ambition to be a painter was just a dream, he told him if he wanted he could always paint on the side.  As the years went by and Liam began to have private shows he would, as much for spite as anything else, send his father the notices evidencing his success and proving his father wrong.    

The power in this story is seeing the son trying to come to terms with his guilt over abandoning his farther.   He knows it was not right for the father to violently stab him with a fork for next to nothing and he never got over this but he also knows the father never spent any money  on himself (even though he easily could have) but used all he made to take care of and educate his boys, who left him in the dust as soon as they could.

There are a pair of older sisters in the story who see the father as just a wonderful man and they do see like wonderful neighbors.   They add a lot to the story.   

There is a lot in this wonderful story.   MacLaverty has generously included a complete short story on his web page for anyone wanting to sample his work


I hope to read more of his work in the future.

Mel u

Friday, June 15, 2012

"Weep for Our Pride" by James Plunkett

"Weep For Our Pride" by James Plunkett (1977, 11 pages)


The Irish Quarter-Year Two
A Celebration of the Irish Short Story
March 11 to July 1





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Please consider joining us for the very extended Irish Short Story Week Year Two.   All participants are asked to do is to post on an Irish Short Story and let me know about it.   You can also post about a book related to the Irish Short Story.   If you like you are very welcome to do a guest post on my blog.   Just contact me if you are interested in this.   

James Plunkett (1920 to 2003, Dublin) had several jobs.   He started out as a clerk at the Dublin Gas Company, then became a trades union official, before settling down into his career in radio and writing.  His best known novel was Strumpet City first published in 1969.  (I have not read this but I wonder if this is his take on the women of Dublin?)   He also had two collections of short stories.  (There is a pretty good article on him here.)

You can almost feel the hatred the school teacher in this story has for the British.   He has set his young charges to memorizing a 17th century Irish poem about the cruelty of the British.   When one of the boy is shown to have made no effort to learn to recite the poem he is severely punished by the teacher (it hurt just to read about it).   He is told he has no pride in his heritage.  There is another issue of pride in the story when the boy's mother sends him to school in his father's boots and he ends up losing them in a fight with his school mates.
 
I read this story in William Trevor's anthology The Oxford Book of the Short Story.   There is another story by Plunkett in Frank O'Connor's Classic Irish Short Stories and I hope read it during Irish Short Story Week Year Three, which I hope will commence March 1, 20013.

Mel u



Wednesday, May 23, 2012

"The Shoemaker" by Seamus O'Kelly

"The Shoemaker" by Seamus O'Kelly (1918, 20 pages)

The Irish Corner
A Celebration of the Irish Short Story
March 11 to July 1






"Welcome, Cousin"-
Rory
A  Clurichaun
Please consider joining us for this event.     Everything you need to participate is in the resources page, including links to 1000s of short stories, from brand new ones to stories now in the public domain.   Guests posts are also welcome.  


"The Weaver's Grave" by Seamus O'Kelly (1878 TO 1918, County Galloway) is considered one of the greatest of all Irish short stories.   I posted previously on that story and "The Rector" and "A Wayside Burial".   Semaus O'Kelly's stories are a great way to learn about Irish folklore and customs and they are also beautifully written.   "The Shoemaker" is a really fun story to read.   It is about two shoemakers, a real one and a cousin to the leprechaun, the clurichaun.   Leprechauns are famous as shoemakers and the clurichaun also is a shoemaker, but not for humans or fairies.   He makes shoes for swallows.    I wondered when I read this why swallows needed shoes and the story explains this to us, perfectly plausible of course.   It seems in their migrations the swallows need to cross the Dead Sea, and they cannot fly over it so the clurichauns have set up shop on the banks of the dead sea, with millions of tiny shoes made just for swallows.   We learn this story from a human shoemaker who is telling the story to one of his customers.   He also tells a lot of other very interesting stories about greedy and good landlords, how cats discovered electricity, and other marvelous facts.   According to tradition  clurichaun are drunk most of the time and have nasty attitudes.  
"Just what we don't need, one of
Rory's Cousins"-Carmilla



The story is very "old fashioned: in its narrative framing through the use of the device of one person in the story telling a story to another.  




This story is contained in The Waysiders which is a public domain work and can be easily downloaded.









Mel u

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

"Atlantic City" by Kevin Barry

"Atlantic City" by Kevin Barry  (2007, 9 pages)

The Irish Quarter
A Celebration of the Irish Short Story
March 11 to July
Book Sale Dublin 1963


Kevin Barry has published two collections of short stories, There Are Little Kingdoms and Dark Lies the Island as well as a novel City of Bohane.   He recently won the very prestigious 2012 Sunday Times Private Bank Short Story Award for "Beer Trip to Llandudno", a story I greatly enjoyed.   I also read and posted on his "The Fjord of Killary"  which was published in The New Yorker.   I was very happy yesterday to discover that another one of his short stories, "Atlantic City" was available online.   I confess when I first saw the title I wondered if it was set in New Jersey!

  "Atlantic City" is really about a little kingdom, one set in amusement parlor in a small town in Ireland.   It is the hang out for teenagers, mostly boys but a few girls stop in from time to time.  There is a pool table, a jukebox,  but the center piece is a pinball machine.  Every time someone breaks the high score for the day it sounds out "Atlantic City.   Feel the Force!".   The king of this arcade is James, 19 and described as as big as a van.   He is the champion pool player and is a very dominating monarch.   

The very real fun of this wonderful story is seeing how the boys interact with each other.   Barry brings this arcade completely to life for us.   Things get exciting when some teenage girls stop by, nobody quite knows what they are supposed to do but James thinks he does.   There are reports of some vandalism in the area and a local policeman stops by to rattle some cages and the owner of the place threatens to close it down.   


Official Biography



Kevin Barry is the author of two short story collections, There Are Little Kingdoms (2007), for which he was awarded the Rooney Prize for Irish Literature, and Dark Lies (2012). His story ‘Beer Trip to Llandudno’, from Dark Lies, won the 2012 Sunday Times EFG Private Bank Short Story AwardCity of Bonhane, his first novel, was published in 2011.  He is also a screenwriter, and his plays have been produced in the US and Ireland. He lives in County Sligo.








































I liked how Barry handled the ending of the story.   He tells us what happens to some of the boys in the arcade and it was very moving.


Saturday, May 5, 2012

"Alms-Giving" and "So He Fares" by George Moore

"Alms Giving" (1903, 12 pages, included in The Untilled Field)
"So He Fares" (1903, 15 pages, included in The Untilled Field)


The Irish Quarter-March 11 to July 1
A Celebration of the Irish Short Story


A Few Days with George Moore






Please consider joining us for The Irish Quarter,  Year Two.   Everything you need to participate is in the resources page, including links to 1000s of short stories, from brand new ones to stories now in the public domain.   Guests posts are also welcome.

This will be my last post during The Irish Quarter Year Two on stories included by George Moore in his great work, The Untilled Field.   There are thirteen items in the collection, three of them are over sixty pages and I will for sure come back to this collection and read them at some point in the future.   I am very close to adding George Moore to The Reading Life list of Great Short Story Writers of All Time.   I plan to read very soon his consensus best novel, Esther Moore and as many of his shorter works as I can find online.   I have praised Moore highly in my other posts on him and here I am just going to briefly remark on two of the shorter works in the collection.   

"Alms Giving" is a very interesting story about the relationship of a man of at least comfortable financial status and a blind beggar.  I think the greatness in this story is the way Moore shows how the richer man comes to see the humanity in the beggar, to see him as a person in many ways surprisingly like himself.   He begins to give the beggar every day a very small to him donation, placing a coin of the lowest denomination in the box in front of the beggar.   He sees the beggar suffers the terrible cold and deprivation and he begins to wonder if it would be better to give him nothing so he will die sooner or even push him in the river.   Then he begins to talk to the beggar, something no one else ever does.  He finds the beggar lost his eyesight to small pox years ago, and that he has a wife and a son.  His son drops him off at his spot every morning and picks him up at night.  The beggar tells him he can get almost two days worth of food from the small coins the man gives him.  I have not done justice to this great story and I hope some will one day read it.

"So He Fares" is another great story that I cannot imagine anyone reading and not loving it.   The story cover about thirteen years of the life of a may who ran away from home at age ten and returned thirteen years later.   The story is told in the third person and starts out telling us about a boy who mother has forbidden him from wandering the roads or playing with other children from his neighborhood.   His father is in the army and wears a red coat. (There is three hundred years of history in that coat.)  His mother is, in the ten year old boy's mind, very harsh with him.   There is a commercial boat canal very near their home and he has been given strict orders never to go near the ships.  Like any ten year old boy, he has to do all these forbidden things.   One day his mother catches him near the boat canal so she puts a bee into his shirt and laughs as he cries in pain.   Telescoping a bit, he runs away and ends up for three years at the home of a very loving motherly widow who takes him in and treats him with great kindness.   She dies when he is thirteen and he ends up working for ten years on boats that circumnavigate  all the ports of Ireland.   We learn he lived a rough life in this years, it is just a sign of the genius of Moore that he can put so much in just a sentence.   He decides to go home.  I just do not want to tell the rest of this story as it is just amazing.


"Please consider joining my
event"-Carmilla
Mel u



Saturday, April 28, 2012

"Cholesterol Chrushers" by Olivia Rana

"Cholesterol Chrushers" by Olivia Rana (2012, 7 pages)

The Irish Quarter
A Celebration of the Irish Short Story
March 11 to July 1


Olivia Rana





Please consider joining us for Irish Short Story Week Year Two.   Everything you need to participate is in the resources page, including links to 1000s of short stories, from brand new ones to stories now in the public domain.   Guests posts are also welcome.   Emerging Irish Women is now a full term event.

April Prize for a Participant- I am happy to announce that a randomly selected participant in ISSW2 will receive a copy of the Frank O'Connor Prize listed work, Somewhere in Minnesota through the kindness of the author, Orfhlaith Foyle.  If you are a participant in the event please email me to be in the drawing for this wonderful collection of short stories.

Olivia Rana is the ninth writer to be featured in my own going series of posts on Emerging Irish Women writers.  Her story is set in an old fashioned butcher shop, the kind where the butcher knows his customers and takes pride in the product he serves them.  There are three central people in this very poignantly wonderful story that captures a deep feeling of family love in a very masterful minimalist  fashion.  

The story is narrated by the son, who is apprentice to his father in the butcher shop his grandfather started, J. E. Cathcart and Sons Quality Butchers.  The father takes great pride in the fact that his sausages have won the Food Service Best in Category award for three years running.

The story is told looking back over several years as the son went from loving working in the butcher shop with his father to feeling almost trapped and somehow oppressed by the nature of the work.   He is looking back now because he thinks his father is deathly ill.   We get to feel like we are there in the butcher shop.  I admit I loved it when someone came into the shop and asked to pay in Euros and the father refused the currency.   The son sees the fact that they live on an island as a metaphor for the trapped condition of their lives.   

One day the son discovers his father is taking pills for high cholesterol, he has seen his father clutching  his arm.   One day a regular customer tells them that the doctor has told her that her husband has got to cut down his cholesterol and the father stops chopping, something he almost never does.  

This conversation is perfect and shows the great dialogue of the story.

"Cholesterol?" he asks.
"He's off the scale." Mrs McManus tells him.  "Strictly no salt or fat".
"That's what the doctor said?"
"There is nothing else for it.  They call it the silent killer" she says.  "Doctor Lynch told me the country's full of it".
"it is" my father says.  "It is".
The father makes a very big decision on the sausages he will submit this year, they will be low in fat and salt and they will be called "Cholesterol Crushers".   When he tells his wife about this decision she tells him he could help to save lives.    She sends her husband out the door on the day of the contest with a cheering suggestion that if he wins again then the Queen herself will be wanting his sausages. 

The story takes a very powerful turn now and I am going to let you have the experience I did, I am not sure the word enjoy is right as it was so overwhelming, and I will tell no more of the plot.   Part of the story I really liked was how Rana down played the love between the butcher and his wife which only served to make it all the more real to me.  There is a great deal of wisdom in this story.   I urge you to read it.  

"Cholesterol Crushers" is a great short story and I for sure wil lread more of her work soon.   

Here is her official biography.

Olivia Rana
Biography

Having worked as a Technical Project Manager for ten years, Olivia Rana made a decision to embark on a writing career.  She has achieved a Masters of Arts with distinction in Creative Writing from Queens University, Belfast, and has achieved success in several short story competitions, including being shortlisted for the Mitchelstown International Short Story Competition 2008 and the Fish International Short Story Prize 2009, and winning the Leaf Books Micro-Fiction Competition 2009.  She has had several short stories published both online and in magazine publications.
Olivia was born in Northern Ireland and lives in Belfast with her husband and two young children.  Her first novel, Elastic Girl, is set in India, and has been influenced by her Indian family-in-law and her travels in India.  She has now embarked on her second novel, which is set in Iceland and is the story of a medium who communicates with Icelandic huldufolk (hidden people).


You can read the story at the link below
CholesterolCrushers.doc-


Mel u


Wednesday, April 25, 2012

George Moore-Two Stories in The Untilled Field

"In the Clay" (1903, 29 pages)
"A Letter to Rome"  (1903, 32 pages)

Irish Short Story Week Year Two
March 11 to July 1


A Few Days with George Moore




Please consider joining us for Irish Short Story Week Year Two.   Everything you need to participate is in the resources page, including links to 1000s of short stories, from brand new ones to stories now in the public domain.   Guests posts are also welcome.  

April Prize for a Participant- I am happy to announce that a randomly selected participant in ISSW2 will receive a copy of the Frank O'Connor Prize listed work, Somewhere in Minnesota through the kindness of the author, Orfhlaith Foyle.  If you are a participant in the event please email me to be in the drawing for this wonderful collection of short stories.

"Take George Moore, for example. George Moore is the best living novelist — and the worst; writes the most beautiful prose of his time — and the feeblest"-Virginia Woolf 

"It is no country for an educated man.  It won't be fit to live in for another hundred years.  It is an unwashed country, that is what it is"-from "In the Clay"

I have decided to devote a few posts to the stories in The Untilled Field"  by George Moore.    Frank O'Connor said it was one of the greatest of all collections of short stories.   I first posted on Moore's story "Albert Nabbs", about a woman living out her life as a man. (This story is not part of  The Untilled Field).   By pure luck I posted on it just as a movie based on it was up for an Academy Award for best picture.   I did not know there was a movie based on the story (the movie never showed in Manila) until I checked my blog stats and saw ten times the normal number of hits on a new post.  A quick Google search found the movie.  I wish George Moore could have gotten a pay day from this.  For my first post for Irish Short Story Week Year Two I selected Moore's "Homesickness" mostly on the powerful endorsement of Frank O'Connor who describes it as a perfect work of art.  I loved the story.   I have decided to post on the remaining stories in the collection one by one, probably two to a posting.   Interest in Moore as a writer seems high.  A five volume collection of his short stories has recently been published, going for a mere $495.00!   


In order to increase my understanding of Irish literary culture I have begun reading what is clearly a brilliant book, Inventing Ireland:  The Literature of the Modern Nation by Declan Kiberd  In the opening chapters he talks about how many of the greatest of Irish writers did not really develop a strong sense of being Irish until they left Ireland.   He talks about how the Irish almost needed to define their own identity by a contrasting duality with the English.   George Moore is a prime exemplar of this theme as illustrated by the opening story in The Untilled Field.

"In the Clay" is almost an attack on the Ireland, depicted as a place where art could not flourish and priests control a backwards citizenry.  


"In The Clay" is about a sculptor working in Ireland.   I think Moore used as is artist a sculptor as the "over head" cost of producing a work of art is very high and takes a long time.   The sculptor has spent a lot of time practicing his craft in Italy where he was a helper to a master and did some commission work and lived on a scholarship grant he received.  When the money ran out he came back to Ireland and with the prestige of Italian training attached to his name, he was able to set up shop and get steady work.   He received from the local senior priest a very wonderful commission to do a statue of The Virgin and her child.   The first step for this is to find a model for the Virgin, who must be willing to pose nude.   He finds a sixteen year old girl, a beautiful very respectable girl who agrees to pose for him.   Artist or not there is clearly a sexual element in the work and in the man staring intently at the naked body of the girl and objectifying her body parts.   The artist does not see it that way, of course.   One day the priest comes into see how the work is going.   When he sees the nearly finished statue he has a shock of recognition when he sees the face of the girl on the statue.   The priest does not say anything but when the artist comes to his studio the next day the statue has been smashed.   The girl arrives to model shortly and he tells her the priest has sent in thugs to destroy the statue because he cannot understand the beauty of his art. She knows this not what really happened.    I will leave the rest of the story untold as the ending is really powerful and bears out the notion of the Irish identity being created by writers in exile and of the internalization by the Irish of the brutal characterization given them by the English.   Kiberd's book is helping me see Irish literature as very post  colonial.   

"A Letter to Rome" is just a flat out wonderful story on lots of levels.  It is hilarious, it is wicked (it made me think of Swift's "A Modest Proposal" but his is probably only me), is is another attack on the priesthood (Moore repudiated the Catholic Church, the religion on his raising) it  is a satire on attitudes toward Ireland at the time and the ending is just a marvel.    The plot is pretty simple.   The population of Ireland is way down from the middle of the 19th century, by about fifty percent due to the famine and the exodus it caused.   The people are pretty much in poverty over much of rural Ireland.   According to the priest who drafts a letter to Rome there are about 4000 priests in Ireland.   Outside of a few landlords and rich people in Dublin, they have the best houses, the best food, and the highest income. So the priest has an idea, why not let priests marry, within the first two years he says there would be about 4000 children and over five years close to 20,000.   All well fed and well housed.   He feels he needs to write the letter in Latin to show the proper respect but his Latin is very rusty so he approaches  another priest who is a Latin scholar and he asks him to redraft the letter.    His friend thinks the idea is a bad one and they get into a conversation about the merits of the plan.   I loved how Moore kept us wondering of the letter ever got mailed or not.   

Both of these stories are wonderful.   It is clear Moore is not a big fan of the role of the Catholic Priest in Irish society.   I have ten more stories to read and I am really looking forward to them.   

You can download The Untilled Field for free at several different places.

"Please join in ISSW2"-Ruprecht
Mel u














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