Providence -- a city named in the hope that a direct compliment to God
might place Him under some sort of obligation to its inhabitants --
provides Jean McGarry with the fertile ground of her comic and gritty,
harsh and touching cycle of stories. Weaving in and out of Airs of
Providence is o novella telling the story of April and Margery
Flanaghan, two sisters trying to grow up in this neighborhood and doing
only a so-so job of it. And it is a job, in a world not clearly made for
anyone, but better suited to an older generation. Surrounded by nuns and
priests, uncles and aunts, biddies and oddballs, April and Margery do
their best to be normal. They practice their penmanship, babysit, go to
o prom, and try to be up to date. But how even to look normal in a world
where you are always running up against uncontrollable mood swings,
mysterious infirmities, unexplained sorrows?
Over a period of thirty-five years, they sniff out neighborhood
scandals, get an "earful" of what the others are up to, and rest secure
behind their sets of double curtains in the knowledge that everything
human and frail is on the outside, everything blameless and perfect on
the inside. If the Airs of Providence are sometimes rough, they are
always funny. They may be sad too, but it is a dry-eyed melancholy that
is no relation -- or perhaps just a poor relation -- to the air of
"Danny Boy".