THE IRISH GOODBYE

A family saga that marries time-tested tropes with distinctly modern dilemmas.

The Ryans have gathered for Thanksgiving on Long Island’s North Fork, and in spite of the three generations at the table, there’s a hole: Everyone misses Topher, whose death by suicide as a young adult they all blame on a 25-years-past boating tragedy involving a neighbor’s son. Topher’s parents, Nora and Robert; his siblings, Alice, Cait, and Maggie; his niece and nephews; his best friend, Luke Larkin—all remain devastated by the loss, and all have their own immediate problems, too. Nora, who grew up in a harsh Irish orphanage, clings to her Catholic faith; Robert tries and fails to keep up their large coastal home, known as the Folly. Scenes past and present exude authenticity, from teenagers pounding beers on a dock to the family vegan scarfing down a huge slice of apple pie with ice cream, on to Robert’s shooting of a rabid raccoon, his grandchildren looking on in horror. The family daughters are dutiful (Alice), distracted (Cait), and discombobulated (Maggie), each hiding something important from the rest of the family for good reasons, but with terrible timing about what they tell to whom, when. They constantly speculate on what the others think and know and suspect as their perspectives hold sway over different chapters. Occasionally these different views wind up confusing: Is Cait’s son Finn older than his brother James? What happened to the Larkins? Who was Maggie’s old flame Sarah again? and so on. However, if the windup is a bit chaotic, the revelations are worth it, and show that even the most rigid members of a family can learn to bend when deep love and affection exist. An “Irish goodbye” refers to slipping out of a party early without thanks or leave-taking. O’Neill allows her entire cast of characters to exit on a beautiful, yet unresolved, note.

Fans of writers from Maeve Binchy to Alice McDermott to J. Courtney Sullivan will relish this big-hearted novel.