The definitive collection of short stories by a master of the form and one of Ireland's most celebrated authors This indispensable volume contains the best of Frank O'Connor's short fiction. From "Guests of the Nation" to "The Mad Lomasneys" to "First Confession" to "My Oedipus Complex," these tales of Ireland have touched generations of readers the world over and placed O'Connor alongside W. B. Yeats and James Joyce as the greatest of Irish authors. Analyzing a Robert Browning poem, O'Connor once wrote: "Since a whole lifetime must be crowded into a few minutes, those minutes must be carefully chosen indeed and lit by an unearthly glow." Each of the sixty-seven stories gathered here achieves the same incredible feat of the imagination, laying bare entire lives and histories within the space of a few pages. Dublin schoolteacher Ned Keating waves good-bye to a charming girl and to any thoughts of returning to his village home in the lyrical and melancholy "Uprooted." A boy on an important mission is waylaid by a green-eyed temptress and seeks forgiveness in his mother's loving arms in "The Man of the House," a tale that draws on O'Connor's own difficult childhood. A series of awkward encounters and humorous misunderstandings perfectly encapsulates the complicated legacy of Irish immigration in "Ghosts," the bittersweet account of an American family's pilgrimage to the land of their forefathers. As a writer, critic, and teacher, O'Connor elevated the short story to astonishing new heights. This career-spanning anthology, epic in scope yet brimming with the small moments and intimate details that earned him a reputation as Ireland's Chekhov, is a testament to Frank O'Connor's magnificent storytelling and a true pleasure to read from first page to last.
"His place in the company of W.B. Yeats, J.M. Synge and James Joyce seems secure."
The Wall Street Journal
"One of the masters of the short story."
Newsweek
"In his 63 years, Frank O'Connor produced an impressive amount of work . . . but it's his short stories that guarantee his immortality. . . . Each [story] is, in its own way, shattering."
