A collection of fifteen short stories
About All Because of You
“Infused with gentle optimism, eleven uncompromising stories explore, each in its own way, the nature of sacrifice.
Mum and Nan struggle to contrive a sense of normal family life in the emotionally charged environment of a women’s shelter. A visual artist faces the return of her wayward daughter, who brings home her new boyfriend, the lumbering behemoth, Zol. A bereaved woman lies restless and alone in bed, her thoughts troubled by the plaintive cries of the dog locked in next-door’s laundry.
At once dark, poignant and witty, Isobel Blackthorn’s first collection of short stories depicts intimately and honestly the travails and heroic responses of women and men confronting the pith of their lives.”
When I moved to Melbourne in 2009, I headed straight for the PC or the pen the moment I woke. Once I had completed a draft of my memoir Lovesick, a story I’d contained within myself as a matter of private reverie for two decades and then allowed to burst forth like an avalanche the moment I felt ready and brave enough to give it a voice, I turned my attention to short-story writing.
Two years on, and the result was All Because of You (Ginninderra Press, 2012 ), a collection of eight stories which depict intimately and honestly the travails and heroic responses of women and men confronting the pith of their lives.
Odyssey Books re-released the collection in 2016, with an additional three stories.
I smile when I read these stories. Most are based on real events. When I taught at a high school my Principal used to tell others that I’d led a ‘rich and interesting life.’ We both knew the euphemism held secret so many tales. Little did we know how many more would unfold in my life.
But interesting events and experiences, which we all live through, do not necessarily make good stories. For that a huge amount of creative and editorial work must be done. Friends ask me how long a story takes to write. I try to imagine all the revisions, the readings, the puzzling over this or that sentence. Hours and hours, over weeks and months. What is the point? – Self-glorification or self-gratification. No. Writing is a compulsion. All artists seek to communicate. And all writers hope they have something worth saying, some insight or wit that will entertain and stimulate. Sometimes even cause a moment or two of reflection. Those moments make it all worthwhile.
Here’s a live-to-air reading of an excerpt from “Bad Good Friday.”
Here is a live-to-air reading of another story in the collection, Blue Skies Over Bendigo, a memoir of my great love and celebrated songwriter Alex Legg’s reflections on his gig in Bendigo on Australia Day.
Here are links to footage of more songs featured in that story:
And here is Alex performing the song that inspired the title story, All Because of You.
And here’s a taste of the story Mother’s Day:
She’s lying in a single bed a metre from mine, all snug in flannelette pyjamas buttoned to the neck. Hers are pink. Mine are black. We’ve been sleeping side-by-side in these single beds for six weeks, imagining ourselves two girl scouts having an adventure holiday. This is no holiday. Somewhere in this city a freebooting cowboy holds a lasso above my daughters’ heads; the rope hovering, poised to drag them, arms flailing, from the protective ring of my domesticity.
Not a chink of moonlight breaches the beige curtains. We’ve squashed old sheets behind the curtain rail and taped layers of newspaper to the narrow window pane above our beds. Mum can’t sleep if there’s a light chink. And the woman in the unit next door keeps her outside light switched on all night. She’s scared her boyfriend will turn up wielding an axe. Mum can’t see what difference leaving the light on makes. A snarling Rottweiler – yes. But fear knows no common sense.
Praise for All Because of You
“Blackthorn’s vocabulary is vast, but not without tender human emotion. The narrative is introspective – I could feel a victim’s pain and felt empathy because the writing paints a lavishly vivid picture. Blackthorn has mastered a lyrical gift of making every day routines or conversations seem interesting. Blackthorn has stylised trauma into art, where we come out questioning why some of us feel so entitled to make others hate themselves.” – Angela Kirin