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A woman battles bluebottles as she plots an ill-judged encounter with a stranger; a young husband commutes a treacherous route to his job in the city, fearful for the wife and small daughter he has left behind; a mother struggles to understand her nine-year-old son’s obsession with dead birds and the apocalypse. In Danielle McLaughlin’s stories, the world is both beautiful and alien. Men and women negotiate their surroundings as a tourist might navigate a distant country: watchfully, with a mixture of wonder and apprehension. Here are characters living lives in translation, ever at the mercy of distortions and misunderstandings, striving to make sense both of the spaces they inhabit and of the people they share them with.
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This is not a debut in the usual sense: a promise of greater things to come. There is no need to ask what Danielle McLaughlin will do next, she has done it already. This book has arrived. I think it will stay with us for a long time.
– Anne Enright
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Nothing to see here, move along
If you've read many US literary short stories these are jjust more of the same: Quietly recounted glimpses into the lives of people with the standard problems, usually domestic ones. Book is replete with descriptive passages that serve no purpose; they're neither vivid nor evocative though, thankfully, they don't seem metaphorical, either. The sort of stuff a blurb-writer would call 'slices of life, oblique and poignant, enhanced by lyrical descriptions that elevate what we see everyday'. Fine for admirers of that sort of thing but I gave up on it halfway through.
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Nothing to see here, move along
If you've read many US literary short stories these are jjust more of the same: Quietly recounted glimpses into the lives of people with the standard problems, usually domestic ones. Book is replete with descriptive passages that serve no purpose; they're neither vivid nor evocative though, thankfully, they don't seem metaphorical, either. The sort of stuff a blurb-writer would call 'slices of life, oblique and poignant, enhanced by lyrical descriptions that elevate what we see everyday'. Fine for admirers of that sort of thing but I gave up on it halfway through.
