The material for this book echoes that of The Barracks and Memoirs, and is further evidence that the author wrote from life. The leave-taking itself refers to a teacher's last day at school - he is about to be sacked. The story flashes back to his childhood - an adored mother who dies young and a brutal father - this in an oppressive Ireland have indelibly marked the growing boy and the man he becomes. Between these events, in a year's leave of absence in London, a freer and more certain person finds love and contentment. The return to Ireland is accompanied by a air of doom.
There is a gentleness, tenderness even, to many of McGahern's characters, who are overwhelmed by tragic events. Or rather the one tragic event - the loss of a loved and loving parent. The book is infused with a melancholy, futility and even fatalism, but I do not find it whinging or too oppressive.
To me the genius of McGarhen's writing is how he infuses everything with this overwhelming feeling - how it is echoed in the landscape of Ireland. Human interaction, on the other hand, seems reduced to a formal sing-song like lines in a play or opera - ignoring the heartache within.
Not as shocking as The Barracks, not as lyrical as That They May Face the Rising Sun, but still up there....