‘Felicia’s Journey’ by William Trevor

Felicia'sJourney

Fiction – paperback; Penguin; 213 pages; 1994.

William Trevor‘s Felicia’s Journey is a wonderful, heartbreaking tale of a teenage girl’s search for the father of her unborn child. That search takes her from her childhood home in Dublin, Ireland, to the bleak, post-industrial heartland of the British Midlands. Her journey is fraught with difficulty and disaster until she meets the seemingly kindly Mr Hilditch who takes her under his wing. At just 17 years of age, Felicia’s stranger-danger radar seems far from tuned and she naively accepts his assistance.

This perfectly written novel (not a sentence, not a word, is out of place) is an enriching read. Felicia’s character – her naivety, her grit, her determination – is in stark contrast to Mr Hilditch’s smarmy, insidiously creepy, traits.

“Watching” Felicia blindly going on her wild goose chase is difficult enough without having the menacing Mr Hilditch – a catering man in love with food – follow her every move.

Without wishing to spoil the ending for anyone, I can say it is heartbreakingly sad, and some tissues might come in handy.

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5 thoughts on “‘Felicia’s Journey’ by William Trevor

  1. I’m a latecomer to the wonderful William Trevor’s work. I read The Story of Lucy Gault awhile back and just loved it. There’s a sort of melacholy that underpins his writing, but he never resorts to sentiment or all-out over-the-top drama. In many ways the subtlety only makes it more affecting.

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  2. A very good book indeed. It’s been a while since I’ve read it but I keep thinking that I was in suspense the whole time and yes, Mr. H was creepy! I’ll have to pick up the Story of Lucy Gault.

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  3. I’m happy, Kimbofo, for the opportunity to read your really old reviews. I discovered William Trevor in 1979. I loved his stories and novels then, but it seems that as he gets older, his novels and stories get more rural, more Irish, more austere, more stark and plain. I much prefer his youthful, busy, lively English stories of the 1970s. Unfortunately writers do not always get better as they get older. William Trevor is still a great writer; I just prefer his young exuberant stories.

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