4 Stars - Strongly Recommended
Pages: 160
Publisher: Graywolf Press
Released: Sept 2013
Guest review by Drew Broussard
The Short Version: Kevin Barry's
debut collection of short stories - featuring more tales of strange folk,
drinking folk, family folk, and that uniquely Irish magic.
The
Review: It's always strange to step back through an author's canon in
reverse. It is only natural that an author's style will mature - for better or
for worse, I'll admit. Chuck Palahniuk's later novels are, we all know, not as
good as his earlier ones - but authors like Kevin Barry and Karen Russell have
clearly grown and developed from practicing their art. I loved City of
Bohane (like, loved)
and Dark Lies
the Island is rather exceptional as well - so then is it any surprise
that I enjoyed these tales, too?
And
is it any surprise that I found them, comparatively, a little lacking? No. I
shouldn't think either of these points would come as a shock, not really. For
while the signs of Mr. Barry's greatness are here, there are also clear examples
of the writer just beginning to hone his blade.
Don't
get me wrong, there are stories that pack as much punch as those of Mr. Barry's
more recent collection. "Breakfast Wine" is a perfect tale and well-told. The
stylistic adventure of "Party at Helen's" shows daring and uncommon raw talent.
And "Atlantic City" captures the rawness of life in a way that foreshadows the
young men & women of Bohane.
There's even a bit of the hint of the strange here - "Last Days of the
Buffalo", I think it is, features a main character who clearly has a bit of the
gift to him, in an unsettling way. Same with the crazy old lady in "The
Wintersongs". We see the elements of storytelling that are both as-old-as-time
and so refreshingly new in Barry's writing coming into bloom here.
But,
for the first time, there are a few dud moments. The last few stories feel
somewhat 'eh' and even some of the stronger concepts ("Burn the Bad Lamp", for
example, which hilariously features a genie) don't quite stick the landing.
There's a sense of trying things
here. A sense of seeing what'll work and what won't - and this an important and
necessary step in an author's development, for sure. The aforementioned
stylistic innovation of "Party at Helen's" succeeds - we jump from one
character's POV to another's seamlessly, several times over - and to my mind, it
gives the author the right to try something else... like, say creating a whole
new dialect of the English language.
Mostly,
it's hard not to enjoy these stories - even the weaker ones. Barry just has a
way with words, a simple magic that feels nonetheless like magic. Here's a simple example, from
the beginning of "Breakfast Wine":
"They say it takes just three alcoholics to keep a small bar running in a country town and while myself and the cousin, Thomas, were doing what we could, we were a man shy, and these were difficult days for Mr. Kelliher, licensee of The North Star, Pearse Street."
"They say it takes just three alcoholics to keep a small bar running in a country town and while myself and the cousin, Thomas, were doing what we could, we were a man shy, and these were difficult days for Mr. Kelliher, licensee of The North Star, Pearse Street."
It's
colloquial, it's comfortable - it sounds like that Irish guy at the bar 'round
the corner who tells such great stories. It sounds like your friend who always
has the deep yet sassy comment. It sounds like a smile on a summer evening.
Rating: 4 out of 5. The weaker
stories here make me want to revise my opinion of Dark Lies
the Island a little bit higher - there are a few tales here that do, for
whatever reason, fall a bit short of the mark. But that doesn't make this a bad
collection. Far from it; as a debut, it pretty much crushes it and even looking
at it retrospectively, you can see the talent that comes to the fore in Barry's
more recent works. I've said this twice now and I'll say it at least once more
before the year is out - but you need to read Kevin Barry. He's an uncommon
talent, all the more uncommon for how simple and life-like his insights can
be.
I
should also note that I read this book with a 'tarot card' (from Mike Daisey's
show at The Public right now) as a bookmark - and I couldn't have asked for a
more fitting placeholder.
Drew Broussard reads, a lot. When not doing that, he's writing stories or playing music or acting or producing or coming up with other ways to make trouble. He also has a day job at The Public Theater in New York City.