By William Trevor
Penguin Classics is proud to welcome William Trevor—"Ireland’s solution to Chekhov" (The Boston Globe) and "one of the simplest writers of our period" (The Washington Post)—to our special record of literary masters. during this award-winning novel, an informer’s physique is located at the property of a filthy rich Irish relatives almost immediately after the 1st global battle, and an appalling cycle of revenge is determined in movement. Led by means of a zealous sergeant, the Black and Tans set fireplace to the family members domestic, and merely younger Willie and his mom get away alive. Fatherless, Willie grows into manhood whereas his alcoholic mother’s sour resentment festers. And although he reveals love, Willie is not able to depart the negative accidents of the prior behind.
First time in Penguin Classics
Winner of the Whitbread Novel of the yr Award
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It should have been the end of everything,’ Father Kilgarriff stated. ‘The beginning of a whole new Ireland, but of course it wasn’t. ’ I didn’t quite know what he meant, but I did know that victory had somehow been turned into defeat, for even as I learnt about that new beginning in 1598 Irish soldiers were fighting for England in the German war. The village was empty of men, and so was Fermoy, where the army barracks were. ‘It’s a long way to Tipperary,’ the soldiers sang together, whether they came from Lough or from Sheffield.
Afterwards, if the weather was to his liking, he went for a walk and was often to be seen staring down into the water of the leat, a man devoted to Kilneagh Mill and to my father—and in a different kind of way to Aunt Pansy. Red hair fluffed into a halo about Mr Derenzy’s skull-like head and his blue serge suit shone here and there, polished where his bones protruded. Clipped to the top pocket of this suit was a row of pens and pencils, their neat presence a reflection of his pernickety nature.
She presided over the household with untroubled authority, over my father and myself and my sisters, Geraldine who was seven at that time and Deirdre who was six. My grandparents on my father’s side of the family had lived with us in the main house but they had both died a year ago, in the same month. Besides Mrs Flynn in the kitchen there was a single housemaid at Kilneagh, and Hannah who came from Lough on Mondays and Thursdays to scrub the floors and do the washing. O’Neill and Tim Paddy lived in the gate-lodge, its tidy little garden colourful with hollyhocks and herbaceous borders.
Fools of Fortune (Penguin Classics) by William Trevor