What could be more idyllic than a father and son spending a summer’s day fishing? Plenty of things, it turns out, as is usually the case in a McGahern story, especially one about father-son relationships. No quality time to be had in this case. For one thing, the fishing is not about catching a mess of trout to fry up for a leisurely campfire meal under the stars; it’s about making enough extra money to supplement the bare subsistence income from a small family farm. The fish are oily eels supplied to London restaurants, and even the poor man’s white fish is reserved for selling in local village. And to make things worse, the father is in danger of losing his commercial fishing license to make way for a growing tourist trade of holiday fisherman who don’t like competition.
Money is so tight that the father suggests the son consider emigrating to America, “the land of opportunity,” unlike Ireland, “a poky place … where all’s there’s room for is to make holes in pints of porter.” The father says he’ll “scrape” together money for fare somehow. The son says he’ll think about it. He prefers to wait for results of his school exams, which will dictate his future options, or lack thereof. The father doesn’t have much use of “highfalutin” learning. Regardless, both know this is their last summer working together on the river, and that tension hangs over the story. (Sorry, no names provided, only nameless characters negotiating a timeless business of family obligations and welfare.)
McGahern scaffolds this conflict with two short, searing stories about war, starting with the father’s traumatic experience as POW in the 1919 Anglo-Irish War of Independence, when he witnessed two executions of comrades, barely escaping a similar fate by luck of the draw. He reveals this experience only at the prodding of the son, and later regrets having spoken of it, cutting the son off when he attempts to bring it up again because reliving the war “disturbed me no end. … And the most I think is that if I’d conducted my own wars, and let the fool country fend for itself, I’d be much better off today. I don’t want to talk about it.” The only thing he does want to talk about is the son going to America.
The second story concerns a former local boy – who does have a name: Luke Moran – who went to America, was drafted, and died fighting in Korea. In compensation, the family gets a hero’s funeral for beloved son Luke and a $10,000 insurance payment from U.S. government, in addition to monthly $250 payments Luke earned while on duty. (Naming “Luke” makes him appear more alive in death than our father-son duo, who appear more dead in life.) A veritable lottery, even if the price of tickets was steep.
While preparing for another night on the river, the son learns of these events by overhearing a conversation between his father and a neighbor, and realizes the father’s ulterior motive for shipping him off to America: betting the farm, literally, on prospects of the son getting drafted and suffering a similar fate: “In the darkness of the lavatory between the boxes of crawling worms before we set the night line for the eels I knew my youth had ended.” The father’s “personal wars” have been passed on to the son, who conducts his own private ambush by declining the father’s offer to emigrate, acknowledging, “It’ll be my own funeral,” if things don’t work out for him in Ireland.
The casualties of this family war are piling up, and the roiling mixture of the son’s guilt, love, and murderous thoughts for his father in the final paragraph buckles my knees every time I read this story.
First published in The Atlantic, October 1969, and available to read here. Collected in Nightlines, Faber & Faber, 1970; also in John McGahern: The Collected Stories, Vintage, 1992, and Irish Short Stories, The Folio Society, 1999, which includes a powerful set of illustrations, one for each story, by Irish printmaker David R. Rooney. Picked by Tom McGohey. Tom taught Composition and directed The Writing Center at Wake Forest University for 20 years. He has published essays in Fourth Genre, Sport Literate, and Thread. Two of his essays have been cited as “Notable Essays” in Best American Essays.