Maraid watches her son, James, striding out across the grass, a bottle of milk for each of their visitors in hand. Her mother-in-law still knits socks for men who will never wear them. The visitors are here to paint, to record, to celebrate – so they say – this island and its purity, the language all but vanished across the water.
A dazzling and disquieting collection of stories, How to Gut a Fish places the bizarre beside the everyday and then elegantly and expertly blurs the lines.
