Yesterday's Weather
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5.0 • 1 Rating
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- $13.99
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- $13.99
Publisher Description
From the author of the Man Booker Prize— winning literary sensation and long-time Globe and Mail bestseller The Gathering, comes a dazzling, seductive new collection of stories.
“Anne Enright’s style is as sharp and brilliant as Joan Didion’s; the scope of her understanding is as wide as Alice Munro’s; . . . her vision of Ireland is as brave and original as Edna O’Brien’s.” — Colm Tóibín
A rich collection of sharp, vivid stories of loss and yearning, of the ordinary defeats and unexpected delights that grow out of the bonds between husbands and wives, mothers and children, and intimate strangers.
Bringing together in a single elegant edition new stories as well as a selection of stories never before published in Canada (from her UK published The Portable Virgin, 1991), Yesterday’s Weather exhibits the unsettling, carefully drawn reality, the subversive wit, and the awkward tenderness that mark Anne Enright as one of the most thrillingly gifted writers of our time.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
In this overstuffed collection from Booker Prize winner Enright (The Gathering), the gems are overshadowed by the sheer number of stories (there are 31). Enright's talent lies in her ability to tweak an ordinary situation and create something that is at once unique and universal: two wives coming to different conclusions about their husbands' infidelities in "Until the Girl Died" and "The Portable Virgin," an examination of elevator and pregnancy etiquette in "Shaft" or the permutations of sexual desire in "Revenge." Other standouts such as "Little Sister" and "Felix" resonate because of their tight focus. In the former, the narrator pieces together her dead sister's life and realizes "It was all just bits. I really wanted it to add up to something, but it didn't." In "Felix," Enright riffs on Lolita and creates an endearing and repulsive middle-aged woman narrator who has an affair with a neighborhood boy. But too often Enright's characters more often than not female, first-person narrators bleed into one another until their stories become jumbled in the reader's mind, as another unhappy wife or mother laments her situation.
