Fiction – paperback; Penguin; 220 pages; 1999.
I don’t know where I got the idea that William Trevor wrote lovely heartwarming stories: my two experiences reading him — Felicia’s Journey (1994) and The Story of Lucy Gault (2002) — have been rather sad and distressing. And Death in Summer is no different.
The story, which is set in England, begins with a funeral. (See, it’s sad already.)
Leticia, a new mother, has been killed in a tragic accident. Her husband, the much older Thaddeus, is bereft, even though he never truly loved his wife. He does, however, very much love and adores his young baby, Georgina, and it is to her that all his attention now turns.
Although he lives in a rather grand house (inherited from his parents) and has two servants, the impossibly named Zenobia and Maidment, he feels unable to raise Georgina by himself. So, with the help of his kindly well-to-do mother-in-law, Mrs Iveson, he screens four young women as potential nannies.
As it turns out, none are suitable, and one in particular, Pettie, is the wrong type altogether: she wreaks of cigarettes, shows them a badly typed reference, wears a too-short skirt. Fobbing her off with a £10 note (to cover her train fare to attend the interview), Thaddeus and Mrs Iveson think that will be the end of the matter.
They are wrong.
The story pits these two hapless, loveless characters against one another. Thaddeus, blind to anything other than his natural state of melancholy, is unaware that Pettie has developed a rather unhealthy obsession with him. And Pettie, ignoring the advice of her devoted friend Albert (they grew up together in a childrens’ home) that she leave well enough alone, rails against the news that Mrs Iveson has become the child’s carer. She will do whatever she can to prove that this is a bad decision and that she should be put in charge instead.
Portrait of a stalker
As a portrait of a disturbed young woman with a penchant for stalking, you will find no better than Death in Summer. While there’s a lovely aching quality to the overall storyline, there’s also an unspoken tension and unease, a kind of creepiness that pervades Pettie’s motivations, which makes the book difficult to put down.
This novel demonstrates what happens when people’s emotional wounds are left to fester unabated over a long period of time. And it shows that no matter where you fit in the social spectrum, we can all be haunted by our pasts. What unites Thaddeus and Pettie, even though they might not know it, is their longing to be loved unconditionally.
This is a richly layered novel in which the back stories for all the characters — the servants; Albert; and Thaddeus’ former lover, the desperate blackmailing Mrs Ferry — are skillfully fleshed out.
Without ever talking down to his readers, Trevor somehow captures that sense of lives being misspent, of all too real human failings, of life’s disappointments and cruelties, of the ways in which people are trapped by circumstance. It is an exceptional achievement.
12 thoughts on “‘Death in Summer’ by William Trevor”
Loved this one. Recommendation: My House in Umbria.
Cheers, Guy. I have a few other Trevors in the pile, but not sure I have that one. Always good to get recs on his work, cos theres just so much of it, it helps to know where to start.
“Emotional wounds…left to fester” — that would seem to capture my experience with Trevor. And he is very good at it.
Indeed he is. I didn’t really mention Mrs Ferry much in this review, but she’s another character who has pinned all her hopes on Thaddeus — she nurses this belief that they once had something going which should be rekindled, and she’s a kind of sad, pathetic character who also wants to be loved unconditionally. Of course, Thaddeus is too weak to put her out of her misery, and his kindness is mistaken for romantic interest. I suspect that’s how Pettie views him too.
I put William Trevor in the same category as Sebastian Barry. I know I’m going to be an emotional wreck while reading their books so you just take a deep breath and plunge in. They are such truly exquisite writers, along with Rohinton Mistry, who are almost able to break your heart while reading. Oh, and Brian Moore…… gosh, there’s a few isn’t there??
Totally love William Trevor and need to read more by him–I read a couple of his books years ago. Totally off topic but I see you are Typepad’s Featured Blog–Very cool! Congrats and well deserved!
I’m yet to read Mistry or Moore, although I have most of their books sitting in mount TBR! I find Jennifer Johnston and John McGahern have the same affect on me…
I didn’t realise I was Typepad’s Featured Blog until I logged in this morning. Be interesting to see if it brings any extra traffic my way…
Your review tempts me to read this novel. I read et liked his short stories very much.
Thank you lewerentz. I have two very lovely volumes of his short stories, which I am yet to read.
I loveTrevor but have yet to read this one by him ,he is very much a realist writer he is a warts and all guy to me ,I ve one of his lined up for early next year to read ,all the best stu
Ah yes, Stu, I remember that you’re a bit of a Trevor fan. I still reckon he should be nominated for a Nobel Prize for Lit, don’t you?