Novels & Novellas
Otto was firm in his answer. “Truth matters. You have to look for it. What our children know is our only legacy. That’s why I make my movies.”
Presented with four other unexpected tales: That Little Old Lady and Me, Seely’s Surfside, She Knows Her Onions, and If Blood Were Orange.
A bookhound, Henry Sullivan buys and sells books he finds at estate auctions and library sales around Boston and often from the relatives of the recently deceased. He’s in his late thirties, single, and comfortably set in his ways. But when a woman from his past, Morgan Johnson, calls to ask him to look at her late husband’s books, he is drawn into the dark machinations of a family whose mixed loyalties and secret history will have fatal results.
Blog Posts
What matters is the poetry
*** [A portion of ongoing novel] Without our poetry, we cannot be. Not as human beings. Perhaps as cogs. The machine can feed us with tubes and shower us with hoses, and pair us off on the internet as it sees fit, to...
Shadow recognition
[another glimpse of 'What Matters'] Harry usually visits when he is concerned about something. He never comes out from his lair for the sheer pleasure of the sunshine. He doesn't own a hat, and the halls at MIT are...
Out in the bradberries
the future that was and might be again [a short story about everyday life on Mars] The bradberries were ripe again. Twice a year is more than enough, don’t you think? But if I let them rot on the vine, they’ll bring the...
What matters
about novel truth *** The common ground As always, the first matter is where to begin. This is a story of what I believe to be an extraordinary friendship. It is...
In a breath of stars
(from Whatever it takes: a novel in the form of a journal) In a breath of stars Supreme tactician, Geoffrey Donne, having successfully maneuvered Maya out the door for a little privacy, gazing from the field behind the barn tonight, with the sole light from...
But where’s the poetry in that!
[a chapter from 'Whaterever It Takes' I asked Maya about a series of words, printed in green, at the edge of a painting on her desk: ‘Lowering, Towering, Flowering.’ Printed in formal Roman letters, as if chiseled there in stone, they reminded me of those...
Praise for Vincent McCaffrey’s Writing
“McCaffrey is never cloying or playing to demographic. He’s just telling a compelling, old-school yarn, the kind of story a man who knows his literature tells.”
“Vincent McCaffrey is obviously a man so well read that he seems to have gleaned a deep understanding of human nature from his studies. His characters are appealing and sympathetic and his story well plotted. I look forward to his next novel after what was a most enjoyable debut.”
“McCaffrey has a gift for crafting quirky characters and original dialogue…”
Recent Short Stories
Out in the bradberries
the future that was and might be again [a short story about everyday life on Mars] The bradberries were ripe again. Twice a year is more than enough, don’t you think? But if I let them rot on the vine, they’ll bring the...
A skip of time
This was, she said, a skip of time. She called it that, as if I would understand, which I did not. I was sixteen then and dumb as a knuckle. I had come in from the heat outside and found her in the shadows of the living...