No escape from reality in atmospheric fictions
BILLY O’Callaghan says there are two things he wants in his stories. “I want an atmosphere, a feeling that you retain even when you’ve forgotten what the story was about, and I want people to think that the stories are true.”
Succeeding on both counts, the 13 pieces collected here range freely over Ireland and beyond — from Chicago to New York, from the south of Spain to the South China Sea — and across time from the current day to the era of horse-drawn carts and stony grey fields.
