There’s no such thing as a holiday when you’ve got young kids – it’s same shit, different location, with the added complication of being in unfamiliar surroundings (for them) and having to deal with the little buggers when they’re over-tired, over-excited, radged on sugar, or some deadly combination of all three, which they generally are for The Whole Fucking Time (you).
Anne Enright captures the experience in all its glorious misery in ‘Caravan’, which sees a mam, Michelle, going stir-crazy in the titular tin can as she attempts to deal with a Sisyphean pile of damp washing and keep her brood clean, fed, clothed and entertained, despairing all the while at how they pale in the shadow of the Perfect Family next door.
She’s a magnificent writer – incredibly subtle and perceptive, with a faultless ear for vernacular speech and an eye for the sort of tiny details that make her stories and characters feel 100% real; she’s also possessed of a devastatingly dry wit and wry sense of humour which she uses to excruciating effect here, especially in the conversation Michelle has with her kids in the car on the way home.
She’s best known for her novels (which are, it has to be said, astonishing in places), but her short stories are a treasure trove of tragi-comic delights and well worth seeking out.
First published in The Guardian, October 2007, and available to read online here; collected in Taking Pictures, Jonathan Cape, 2008, and Yesterday’s Weather, Vintage, 2009. Picked by Stu Hennigan. Stu is a writer, poet and musician from the north of England. His non-fiction book Ghost Signs: Poverty and the Pandemic is published by Bluemoose. You can read his individual Personal Anthology and other occasional selections here.