The Things We Lose, The Things We Leave Behind is collection of masterfully written short stories by Billy O’Callaghan. Each of the thirteen stories, while told mostly from the perspective of a middle aged man, are all very different and touch on what some might consider the darker aspects of life such as bereavement, cancer, divorce, longing, mid-life crisis and miscarriage.
Although O’Callaghan’s prose is infused with rawness and melancholy he also displays moments of insight and profundity which could only come from the mind of one who has known intimately the heartache and loss experienced by the characters he writes about. Reading about the couple dealing with the loss of a child in ‘We’re Not Made of Stone’, and again in ‘Icebergs’, was so close to the bone that I literally had to put the book down to process the emotions it brought up.
Some people live their whole lives crippled by depression without even knowing it. The signs can be subtle. And we’re flesh and blood, you know Maggie. We’re not made of stone.
Many might expect with a collection of short stories by an Irish author that they would be set in idyllic surrounds with the ubiquitous rain sodden fields being lashed by gales from the Atlantic Ocean, or claustrophobic towns somewhere in the Midlands. But the stories contained within The Things We Lose, The Things We Leave Behind are set in diverse places such as Taiwan, New York, and Spain giving it a very international flavour as well as wind-swept islands off the West of Ireland.
It is O’Callaghan’s way with words and his ability to convey mood as well tone in the story which is his greatest strength as a writer. All throughout the book I came across such writerly gems as..
Lately though, I’ve been coming to understand that life really might be less about destination than the journey. Keep Ithaca always in your mind. That’s a realisation, perhaps even a kind of wisdom, which only comes with time, and may be one of the main reasons why this story took so long to write. In the end, if it amounts to anything at all, it is my attempt to explain and hopefully gain some understanding of who I was at twenty-seven, a wild-eyed child learning to swim amongst the big waves. A stranger, it seems, from the vantage of settled middle-age. Until I look closely.
Our pasts pool around our ankles, dragging at every forward step we take, but it doesn’t do to dwell too deeply on what has gone before, even if we sometimes use those past events to explain or excuse the things we’ve done. So much has happened to me here, enough to chase me away, enough to call me back.
Usually with collections of short stories there are hits as well as misses. This wasn’t the case for me with this book. I was fully drawn into each story but there were a few that stood out such as ‘Keep Well to Seaward’, ‘For Old Times’ Sake’, ‘Icebergs’ and the last story which gives its name to the collection. O’Callaghan’s work has given me a renewed appreciation for short story as a form. Superlative writing from a master short story writer.
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