Yesterday I read a wonderful collection of short stories from the Calabash Writers Workshop in Jamaica. The collection, entitled Iron Balloons: Hit Fiction From Jamaica’s Calabash Writer’s Workshop, begins with an introduction by Colin Channer, an organizer of the workshop and author of one of the stories in the collection. He explains that music has been the huge creative outlet for Jamaicans, whereas creative writing and reading for pleasure have been more exclusive and restricted, not as publicly supported or loved as the music of the island. His introduction sounds almost like an apology for the stories to come but no apology is needed. There are real gems of story telling in this collection, and all of the stories are good.  What they share is the ambience they exert, a distinctly Jamaican mix of family and church, duty and pleasure; the stories express the flourishing of these traits, sometimes at odds and sometimes in complete harmony and rolling rhythm.

There is definitely a rhythm in these stories, one that combines a straightforward narrative together with glimpses backward, a seeking of reassurance or a quick check to make sure the past is not in pursuit, that the future can be gained and enjoyed and held safe.  I especially loved the perfectly rendered “Someone To Tell” by A-dZiko Simba, the brave and beautiful “Siblings” by Rudolph Wallace, the quick and effective “The Anger Meridian” by Kaylie Jones,  the sad and genuine “Parting” by Alwin Bully, the pull between church and reggae in “I Want to Disturb My Neighbor”, the Jamaican middle-class family evoked in “A Little Embarrassment for the Sake of Our Lord” and the bitter truth of “How to Beat A Child the Right and Proper Way” by Colin Channer.

This is a wonderful collection and I look forward to reading more from these authors.  I feel as if I already know them from reading their honest and expressive stories, and I certainly have become more deeply acquainted with Jamaica through their words.  Jamaica is a beautiful island where I have always felt welcomed, perhaps because I respect the culture, the people, and their history.  And now I have even more to respect, the gifts of these writers, the gift of themselves as expressed in these stories.  The stories may have begun in  Jamaica but their themes of love and duty, grief and joy, are universal, and we are all included in the telling of these truths.