“The Coast of Leitrim”
by Kevin Barry
from the October 15, 2018 issue of The New Yorker

One of the more memorable New Yorker stories I’ve read since starting this site was Kevin Barry’s “Fjord of Killary,” way back in January of 2010 (here). I was excited, then, to see not just another story by Barry in this week’s magazine, but also to see one with a title that calls back that 2010 story. This week we get “The Coast of Leitrim.”

Barry has published two collections of short stories and two novels. His debut novel, City of Bohane, won the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award. His second, Beatlebone, won the Goldsmiths Prize. I have yet to read one of his novels, and I am tempted, despite a mountain of books to read, to pick up these two and spend a bit of my fall with Barry’s longer works.

But first we have “The Coast of Leitrim.” I’m not sure what tone the story has, but the first bit talks about how hot it is while the graphic the magazine placed with the story shows a foggy mountainside. Where I sit here, it’s a rainy Monday in the mountains where just a bit higher up it’s snowing. Seems like a good day to sit down with this short story.

I hope things are going well wherever you are and that you are also ready for some reading. Please share your thoughts on “The Coast of Leitrim” below!

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