The main characters in these short stories by the brilliant Roddy Doyle all have a similar trait to them - they are all middle aged or older and looking back on their lives. Their lives are what most peoples' are: marriage, a career, raising children, coping with losing them when they leave, retirement, the oncoming reality of death.
In "Sleep" an old man stares at his sleeping wife, reflecting on his life, their marriage their family, and an incident years ago when their young son almost died of asthma. In "The Plate" a young couple in the early stages of their relationship argue until the man realises the pain he feels is real and that he has kidney stones. "The Slave" is about a man past middle age, reflecting on his life, post-children (they've moved out) and how he'll cope going forward. And so on.
Which isn't to say they're bad for having an unified theme, in fact coupled with Doyle's deceptively easy prose, they're quite enjoyable to read. I found "The Photograph" about a group of friends carrying on while one of them slowly dies of cancer to be very moving and the denouement perfect. Same with "Teaching" where a man looks back on his career as a school teacher, reflecting on the repetitiveness of teaching, his own lonely life, and how he's helped some of the kids he teaches. It was definitely the most thoughtful piece of the collection and my favourite.
My summaries of these stories don't really do justice to the overall feel of them. To say that someone reflects on their life is to give brevity to something far more profound and reading these stories there is a profundity in them that is very real to the reader. In fact it's this level of focus that I think is where the title comes in - "Bullfighting" isn't about the bloodsport but about fighting against the bulls**t of everyday life, that each of the characters in the book is realising something inescapable about themselves, something they can't reframe in their minds.
Like all of Roddy Doyle's books I enjoyed it and found "Bullfighting" to be no less a pleasant experience. But despite that and the fact that there wasn't any one story I found to be a waste of time, the lightness of touch in the stories makes me think I won't remember them for very long and that even the ones I did like will be hard to recall in a year's time, maybe less. It's the lack of memorable aspects to the stories that makes me think this isn't one of his best books. "Bullfighting" is a decent read and good for whiling away a few hours, but strangely insubstantial for a book dealing with such weighty issues.