02 July 2005

Tales from the confessional: Julian Barnes on 'Ireland's Chekhov' Frank O'Connor


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Frank O'Connor's imaginative sympathy and gift for eavesdropping prompted Yeats to describe him as Ireland's Chekhov. But, writes Julian Barnes, O'Connor was also an obsessive rewriter

Saturday July 2, 2005
The Observer

'I first came to Frank O'Connor by way of a possessive pronoun. The fiction shelves of a secondhand bookshop in Dublin proposed an antique orange Penguin: author's name in white, title in black, no strident capitals on the spine, and the cover taken up with what was in those days a come-on - a blurry author photo. It was not this, or the distinctly familiar name that made me buy it (the original 3/5d now having become six euros), but the title. My Oedipus Complex and Other Stories. It was the slyly inviting "My" that did it. A lesser writer might have settled for "The", and the book would have stayed on its shelf.'

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Read Frank O'Connor's short story My Oedipus Complex


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