Colm Tóibín, A Long Winter. Picador hb, 2025. First pub. in Mothers and Sons, 2005. 137pp. Library copy.
This is a little naughty, reissuing as a stand-alone hardback ‘novella’ what was originally a long short story in Tóibín’s collection of short stories, Mothers and Sons, twenty years ago (as he acknowledges in an Afterword). The story itself runs to just 124 pp. in this small format hardback.
On one level this is a highly atmospheric tale of the mysterious disappearance one day at the start of the harsh winter in the high Catalonian Pyrenees of the mother of Miquel and his younger brother Jordi. She’d had an argument the previous day with their dour, domineering father, and had clearly just walked out.
But the burafa had set in – a kind of swirling, blizzard-like snow storm – and this makes searching for the missing woman nigh on impossible. Neighbours join in, but their help is grudging: Miquel’s father had been pretty much ostracised after his part in a dispute in which he’d shown his mean selfishness.
Much of the story is a tense account of Miquel’s increasingly frantic, futile attempts to negotiate the impassable, snowbound mountain roads and trails. As the neighbours grimly predict, his mother’s body probably won’t be found until the spring thaw – if she had in fact died in the storm.
There’s another, more subtle and poignant storyline. Miquel is gay, and there are a couple of scenes when he exchanges meaningful glances with a visiting police officer (they’d been called in to help with the search).
Then Manolo joins the household. He’s the orphaned young man who’d been housekeeping for a family over the mountain to merit his bed and board. Miquel and his father had always left all the cooking, cleaning and tending to the domestic animals, to their hard-pressed, long-suffering mother. Without her they struggle to survive, and Manolo’s arrival gets them out of a hole.
A bond grows between this young man and Miquel. This is subtly and movingly portrayed by Tóibín. This is a highly conservative, deeply Catholic community, so any kind of relationship between the two would be highly risky. This fine Irish author handles this complex web of secrets, lies and emotional tensions with great skill and delicacy.
I’ve bought this as a gift so I’m glad you’ve reviewed it well but I do agree that this repackaging of short stories is all just marketing having a field day!
Claire Keegan’s So Late in the Day was another example a couple of years ago of this rather cynical publishing strategy- packaging a short story in hardback book format. I’m sure the recipient of your gift will enjoy it.
I was just about to mention Faber’s tactic of publishing/reissuing a single Claire Keegan story as a novella (e.g. So Late in the Day and Foster). Picador have probably noted this as a successful model and replicated it here. And when an author is as popular as Colm Toibin, there will be a market for it, especially in the run-up to Christmas.
The story sounds interesting and beautifully judged. When is it set, Simon? It sounds timeless in various respects.
Luckily my local library has a copy so I didn’t have to swell Picador’s coffers. Good question about the date the story is set. It’s not clear, but I suspect it’s back in maybe the Late 70s when he was living in that part of the world.
“A bit naughty” indeed!
I nearly bought this because I like Toibin, but I borrowed it from the library instead, and sent it back only partly read because I wasn’t in the mood for it.
I did the same, Lisa, but read to the end – but it is quite dark, so can understand it not appealing.
It’s kind of naughty to repackage stories like this, but to give benefit of doubt, maybe they felt it was strong enough to stand on its own and deserved more attention? Anyway, it does sound very compelling!
You’re probably right, Karen, it does deserve more attention in its own right. But it does also look like shrewd marketing.