William Trevor, James Joyce, William Trevor Nobel discussed on The Book Review

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I'm reading his bad blood secrets and lies in a silica. Con valley startup by John Kerry, ru art, speaking of fiction, Greg. What are you reading? I'm still in my extended. Ulysses hiatus, I have just gotten completely bogged down in the surreal night tone section which is the written in play form. You're never really, quite sure. What's going on there? Even with study guides. I've always kind of got a study guide open next to me while I'm reading list, and and the one that I was consulting said who knows what's real? And what's not in this section the give up? So, you know, it's one of my very favorites in front of you when I'm on vacation from Ulysses, I like to read kind of small digestible chunks, so essays are stories and right now at stories, and they are I rish stories. Some obviously working my way back to you. Liz, this is the book last stories by William Trevor who died a couple of years ago, and this is indeed his last story collection. You know, William Trevor is a very different kind of Irish writer from James Joyce. He's clear and. Almost journalistic almost aloof in his he writes about can great, human, passion, and frailty and vulnerability a lot of kind of blame and self blame and stuff going on in in these stories, but he does it almost clinically. I mean, what he's able to write about these great kind of melodramatic situations by stepping back right in the very first page of the book in the first story a few paragraphs in there's line. She had known the passion of love. And so, you know, it's it's to him. It's all this kind of thing to be studied from afar. But then he it's it's this free indirect style is able to dip in and give you kind of more of the characters judgments, and and can of seething Oro is also and he just moves in and out of that. So I I really love William Trevor I've loved him for a long time. Again, the title of this is actually true to William Travers writing style, it's very descriptive. And planned last story's sadly last stories by William Trevor. Yeah. I really don't care about prizes. But I still hold kind of grudge that he never won the Nobel. It's it's true. Although the Alice Munro Nobel is almost an honorary William Trevor Nobel that you're very similar kinds of writers. And once she wanted I gave up on it. So let me stop worrying yet every year. He wasn't gonna win. John. What you're eating. I am reading a British novelist named Samantha Harvey her new book, which is called the western wind. This is her fourth novel. And I think that in the UK her reputation is growing here. But I think she's been established there for a while she's been nominated for the Booker and the orange prize and other big prizes in the guardian has called her and exquisite stylist. And the telegraph called her this generation's Virginia Woolf, which I feel like not every generation gets a Virginia. We don't have to say that. But she is a terrific writer this story. I think James would reviewed her last book, dear thief, in the New Yorker, which was I think a little bit more experimental in the form of a long letter to an old friend, and it was a bit more diffuse and didn't really land on anyone plot. This is very plot. Heavy in a way, it starts with its set in fourteen ninety one in a small English town called Oakham, and a priest named John Reeve is in charge of this flock of hard-bitten villagers and one day one of the young men in the flock wakes him up in the middle of the night and says I found a dead body in the river stuck in the tree. And when they go back to see the body the body is floated away, but they think they know who it was who died and now they have to find out they suspect that someone may have murdered him. And so the priest talks to a lot of the villagers and confession you slowly learn about their stories through that..

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