In 1928, just after he published his first novel, Morley Callaghan asked his editor, "Do you think The New Yorker would be a good magazine for my stories? They have never printed fiction before, but are going to start with that story of mine called ‘An Escapade.’” Through these short stories from Callaghan—whom Ernest Hemingway compared to James Joyce—readers will realize just how good a fit is was.
So I am torn - I know this was written decades ago, so maybe that explains some of it, but as much as I like Callaghan's writing style, I hate how every single male character in his stories are brutish, pigheaded, violent, sulky... not one of them is likeable. They all hit their wives and girlfriends and mothers and sisters. I feel like Callaghan hates both women and men. Unless you are doing a piece on violence against women, and writers who think all mean are vile, please, please, please skip this one.