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You Know When the Men Are Gone by Siobhan Fallon
Amy Einhorn Books
2011
Paperback
First Collection
Awards: Longlisted, 2011 Frank O'Connor International Short Story Prize
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"He
imagined that they would sit close together at the coffee shop, his
knee hitting hers under the table, how she would wear a white blouse
and he would glimpse her collarbone and her long skirt would reveal
her ankles. Maybe she would wear her hair down and it would fall in
front of her brown eyes. He never took the fantasy further than that,
never held her hand or kissed her throat or unbuttoned her blouse,
just sat with her in the shade of a big umbrella, sipping strong
coffee, talking."
Reviewed by Maura O'Neill
"Siobhan Fallon tells
gripping, straight-up, no-nonsense stories about American soldiers
and their families," says the New
York
Times
review.
NPR
opens
its
review
with, "The wars in Iraq
and Afghanistan have been fought in an age of embedded reporters,
soldiers' blogs and YouTube videos from both the battlefield and the
home front…Debut author Siobhan Fallon employs the more
traditional, low-tech medium of short fiction to describe the lives
of soldiers, and especially their families, in her new collection,
You Know When the
Men Are Gone."
Agreed. But while this
collection is a welcome short-fiction treatment on the lives of
contemporary soldiers, the women who wait for them, and the struggle
to hold family together, it is also about the universal human
experience of loneliness. The quality of being alone, like a thick,
gray light, shrouds these stories. And, whether deliberate or a side
effect of artistic focus, the characters in these stories are
emphatically alone: Even parents or other family members who
might relieve the pioneer-like struggle are only peripherally and
rarely mentioned.
Meg, childless, and
waiting for her husband’s return from deployment, listening in on
Natalya, the mother of two children next door, who engages in
late-night, tearful phone conversations in her native Serbian; Ellen,
the breast-cancer victim enduring a harrowing day, searching for her
missing children on the base and navigating the rough waters of
parenting a teen-aged girl; Nick, suspicious that his wife is
cheating on him, sneaking into his own home to conduct a days-long
reconnaissance mission in his basement; Kit, the wounded soldier
returned home from deployment to find he’s lost much more than his
physical integrity; or, Moge, the investment banker turned Army
sergeant, feeling more comfortable with his fellow soldiers than he
does with his family, and more connected with a female interpreter in
Iraq than with the girlfriend waiting at home: These men and women
are unsure, confused or afraid, seeking connection but always overtly
alone.
Fallon introduces the
collection with a quote from The Odyssey:
Penelope is considering whether to welcome Odysseus with affection or
to hold back in fear of impending death or loss. And that’s how it
is, isn’t it? As human beings, we’re all solitary entities,
gazing out from where we are situated in our bodies and considering
our options: Do I embrace this other soul? Will I be hurt if I do?
Should I instead protect myself from pain and keep my distance? If I
am hurt by this person, will I feel less lonely if I strike out at
them, if I leave them, or if I forgive them? What will I lose or gain
if I ask for help or offer it? Where can I find hope, warmth, or
connection? How am I recognized or known in this world? Who can help
me feel less alone?
One might assume that
giving the stage to this more desperate aspect of the human condition
would make for a depressing literary work, but this is where Fallon
shows her strength as a writer, crafting stories that are balanced
compositions of dark and light. One of the most engaging aspects of
You
Know
When
the
Men
are
Gone
is
the
small
light
cast
artfully
upon
the
smallest
acts
of
kindness and
struggles with conscience — not overdone but, rather, organic,
subtle, approximating what life is really like. For example, in this
excerpt, Meg stands by Natalya, otherwise ostracized in the title
story:
She didn’t reveal
that Natalya’s mother had been killed when she was young, nor did
she mention that she had loaned Natalya money. Keeping secrets made
her feel as if she was betraying the wives and she felt sweaty and
flushed in the room of women.
Throughout, the reader
is kept close enough to hear the breathing of these characters moment
by moment as they struggle, decide, act… and either triumph (at
least momentarily) or lose hope.
So, while You
Know
When
the
Men
are
Gone successfully
treats one topic that deserves the in-depth, up-close attention that
Fallon gives it, the collection is recommended here, ultimately,
because—I don’t know a better way to put it—the experience of
reading it is like the first few moments of consciousness after a
night’s rest: glaringly honest, clear, full of depth and the
potential for insight. It skillfully addresses the solitary nature of
the human condition and leaves the reader enriched.
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Maura O'Neill
has
always been a willing victim of any good story, told well.
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