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Monday, January 3, 2011

2 different types of William Trevor stories

In a few - very few - stories, William Trevor makes a half-hearted attempt to move off his familiar ground and write about a younger, more urbane social set, one such attempt being The Telephone Game, in "Selected Stories." This story is one of the weaker in the collection (this being Trevor, that still makes it one of the best stories of the year), and maybe it's just a prejudice from our knowing what Trevor does so well and from our expecting a particular world view from each of his stories, but he seems a little less sure-footed (handed?) here - a couple, he English, she German, wed after a whirlwind courtship, and the story takes place on the eve of the wedding as the couple endures their first squabble - with overtones and echoes of the historic enmity between their two lands - the symbolism a bit heavy-handed (which Trevor and the characters acknowledge). Heart of the story is the "game," in which the character call strangers and try to keep them on the phone, and the fear that they may have caused injury or death through one of the calls. Trevor could have made more of this - most writers would have. Set this against another story in the Selecteds, his justly famous The Hill Bachelors. No recent Trevor story better summarizes the landscape and mood of his work: this one about the youngest son in a family who returns home for his father's funeral and knows that he is destined to stay on the farm and run the place, and that it will cost him his life: all the women he knows and meets want to move on, to the city, to England, into the world - the world is changing and this part of rural Ireland is being abandoned by the young, who return for funerals and the like with a dutiful nostalgia and who leave as soon as possible. We meet no other "bachelors" in this story, but the sense is that the hills are populated with many - and of course they will be the last generation. What next?

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