This is my third installment for Ireland Reading Challenge at Books and Movies. And just recently, I’ve come across another interesting reading event, so I’m using this review as well to participate in the Irish Short Story Week Year Two at The Reading Life.
A book compiling two short stories and a novella, Everything in this Country Must reaffirms my admiration for Colum McCann’s spare and powerful writing.
McCann is the author of the 2009 National Book Award winner Let The Great World Spin. In my review of that book, I noted how he’d intricately woven together seemingly unrelated stories against the backdrop of the Twin Towers, crafting a moving tribute to NYC.
Before NYC, McCann had written about his home country Ireland. Everything In This Country Must (2000) is a poignant portrayal of how the political turmoils in Northern Ireland during the 80’s affect the three young protagonists in each of these stories. All the short pieces in the book are masterfully rendered, immediate, sharply focused, intense, minimal yet deeply charged. Above all, I’ve appreciated, as with Great World, McCann’s insightful metaphors.
Everything In This Country Must: Short Story
Nightfall, cold and raining. A man’s favorite work horse is near drowning with its forelegs caught in some rocks at the bottom of a flooding river. He gets his 15 year-old daughter to help him hold the horse’s head above water with a rope while he frantically dives into the water to get its legs out, but to no avail. He desperately needs help.
Soon enough, an army truck passes by. A few British soldiers quickly jump out to help. O what plight! The wrong people coming to the man’s aid. These soldiers remind him of the loss of his beloved. Despite his protest, they save the horse. The daughter now is torn between her gratitude towards the soldiers and her father’s anger.
Of course I will not tell you everything about this story. You must experience it yourself. Then you’ll be amazed how in just fourteen pages, McCann can depict a human flood of hatred and rage that can drown any living soul, and slap you with a haunting end that leaves you cold like night.
Wood: Short Story
With his father stricken ill in bed, a young boy helps his mother to secretly work in the family mill to earn some money, cutting logs and refining them to make poles which will then be used to hold political banners for the Protestant marches. The boy knows that his father, despite being Protestant, disapproves of these marches. That’s why he knows he has to do this stealthily, yes, to protect the pride of his father who now lays in bed unable to work, but maybe even more importantly, so not to betray his political stance. Mother and son toil in secret, turning raw wood into polished poles. The boy loves both parents, his loyalty a dilemma between reality and ideal.
And all this time the wind blows obliviously, swaying the oak trees behind the mill. “The trunks were big and solid and fat, but the branches were slapping around like people.”
Hunger Strike: Novella
Kevin is a new arrival to a Southern seaside town, living with his mother in a caravan by the shore. The move apparently is an attempt of his mother to get away from the political conflicts in the North. Kevin’s father had been killed in an accident some years ago. Currently his uncle, an IRA member imprisoned in Northern Ireland, is one of a group of inmates holding a hunger strike. Some have already died.
The uncle’s ordeal disturbs 13 year-old Kevin deeply. While his mother wants to give him a better life away from the turmoil, Kevin is emotionally entwined with his uncle’s struggle. The boy vicariously partakes in the hunger strike, counting the days, noting closely the deterioration of his uncle’s health, and even secretly dumps his own food away.
An older couple with a yellow kayak live close by. Kevin observes that they paddle in sync, they move and rest in perfect harmony. Their calm and quiet life is a huge contrast to his. Later, the couple befriend him. The old man teaches him how to paddle:
The blade should never go too deep into the water or else too much energy would be used. And there should never be too much of a splash when the paddle came out — it should look as if the sea had hardly been disturbed.
A hopeful new beginning for Kevin seems to ensue, but the situation continues to deteriorate in his hometown in the North, and with the plight of his uncle. The waves inside Kevin is just too rough for smooth and quiet paddling. A sea undisturbed belongs to the apathetic, and sometimes splashes are called for. McCann’s description of a tormented young life is both visual and haunting, and propels us to a poignant and heart-wrenching end.
(yes, exactly my point)
Everything in This Country Must by Colum McCann, A Novella And Two Stories, Picador U.S.A., 2000, 150 pages.
For my other Ireland Reading Challenge posts:
Molly Fox’s Birthday by Deirdre Madden
The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde
14 thoughts on “Everything In This Country Must by Colum McCann”
Wow – this one sounds powerful. Another one for the to-read list! I’ll add a link to the challenge page list of reviews, too. As always, thanks for participating. 🙂
Yes, it is powerful and poignant. Hope you’ll have a chance to read the book… you’ll enjoy it. Again, thanks for hosting the Ireland Challenge 2012.
Oh, my goodness. Not only the echoes of the title, but the structure of the book itself recall Flannery O’Connor’s last collection of stories: “Everything That Rises Must Converge”. The rising tide that threatens the horse, the rising tide of rage, the rising of the wind in the trees and the rising of hope – all converging in the events that shaped a country.
This sounds like a wonderful collection, and one that I just must read – for the testing of hypotheses along with everything else!
Ha, I never thought of that connection. Come to think of it, there just might be a trace of O’Conner, but it’s in a totally different context. I’m glad to say too that McCann has his own voice, subtle but intense, and very powerful. His metaphors just grab you in a haunting way at the end. As for the title, I’m not giving it out as to what ‘everything in this country must…’ Don’t want to rob you of the reading pleasure. Yes, do look for this book, Linda. I’m sure you’ll thoroughly enjoy it.
This sounds wonderful! I loved Let the Great World Spin and have wanted to read more of McCann’s work ever since. I’ll be spending some time in the car again this weekend and see that there is an audio version available…
You know, this is not as well known as Let the Great World Spin, I haven’t seen it in bookstore much. I’m not sure if there’s an audio version. Come to think of it, hearing these stories may work well too. Hope you can find it.
Thanks so much for joining in for Irish Short Story Week. I really want to read his novel,Let the Great World Spin. I have two of his short stories in my reading que. I have added your great post to master list of participants and am very glad you joined us.
Thanks for hosting this reading event!
Colum McCann is one of those authors I see around and think vaguely, oh must get to read his work. Lovely review, Arti – I think he should give you a cut on his books at this rate!
I better declare the source of this book of mine: I bought it in the book sale last year. You can see a picture of it together with the rest of the loot. Yes, I think you’ll really enjoy his work as well… Also, he has a fantastic website too.
How poetic and powerful. It sounds like quite a book. Thanks, Arti.
Yes, McCann’s writing does have a poetic touch, and very powerful. Thanks for stopping by Ruth.
Your review of this Irish collection was just lovely, Arti.
I’m struck with sadness, in how all three stories place a child in the thick of turmoil, between the proverbial rock and a hard place. I sense these young ones must grow up fast — too fast? — since black and white answers in a world colored in shades of gray are in short supply. How I wish I could gather them together, to protect them a little longer, “as a hen gathers her chicks under her wing.”
In a world of conflicts and political upheavals, often it’s the voiceless who are the most vulnerable. But of course this collection is not so much about politics than about the human heart. I’ve appreciated your sensitive response to my review. I’m sure you’d be impressed by the book much more. Thank you for your kind comment.