I'm lucky to have come across this collection of 25 tightly constructed, sparingly written short stories, of exile, displacement, and strange inner worlds from the Sheffield based author, Jo Cannon. The stories, most written in a an intimate first person whisper, deal with the psychological iceberg floating invisibly beneath the surface. The protagonists, whether they are the offspring of a terror bomber, or a spouse unwilling to allow treatment for his sick wife, are attempting to make sense of a world in which they feel marginal, uncomprehending and powerless.
it's a world where more is a expressed through silences and the apparently insignificant gestures of the title story than in spoken sentences, where the seemingly abnormal becomes normal. A social worker in the highly amusing 'Evo Stick and the Bigamist' ( technically a trigamist she points out ) reflects that she 'wrote case studies about dysfunctional families that seemed normal to me' In the African bush, a young woman who 'walked from the village and her father's anger' for the love of a truck driver returns seven years later sick and emaciated to sleep in her younger sister's arms. 'I haven't mentioned the truck driver' she says as an act of silent kindness. I'm sure many of us spend more time in this sort of shadow world than we like to think, which is why we can relate to this collection.
Some sorties verge on the surreal, but have the same kind of eerie connection to reality, such as the woman who spends her life in a traffic jam, or wheter ' I get muddled about whether things are real or whether I just thought of them'. We've all had days like that. There are also some beautifully crafted parses and descriptions- ' a daddy longlegs danced, seventies style', and a multitude of others.
These bite size stories, a kind of love child of Alan Bennet and Lesley Glaister, are perfect commuter material and deserve a wide readership.