|A Year With William Trevor | #WilliamTrevor2023|
Fiction – Kindle edition; Penguin; 252 pages; 2008.
To kick off ‘A Year With William Trevor‘ — which I am co-hosting with Cathy from 746 Books — I randomly selected Cheating at Canasta, a collection of short stories that were first published in the Guardian, the New Yorker, the Sewanee Review and Tatler.
It proved a perfect introduction to this year-long reading project, because the tales here, so masterfully written, showcase Trevor’s recurring themes: the complexity of family dynamics and relationships between men and women; the darker side of human nature; missed opportunities; and the ways in which the past has a habit of catching up with the future. Fear and shame dominate.
There are 12 stories in this volume, all roughly the same length, some set in Ireland, the country of Trevor’s birth, and some in England, the country where he spent most of his long life. But the title story, “Cheating at Canasta”, is set in Venice, specifically, Harry’s Bar, where a man, who is losing his wife to dementia, returns to the place they both adored and finds his time there disrupted by a younger couple quarrelling on a nearby table.
Young people caught up in events
When the hardcover edition of the book was published in 2007 it garnered mixed reviews, including a rather churlish one by Adam Mars-Jones in the Guardian (which I’m deliberately not linking to) which claimed Trevor couldn’t write about young people very well. I beg to differ.
In “Bravado”, a teenage girl witnesses a deadly assault on a boy she doesn’t know by her boyfriend who does it to impress her, earning himself an 11-year prison sentence in the process. Before her boyfriend is arrested, Aisling knows she should speak up but she’s understandably conflicted, caught between the excitement of her first romantic love and the responsibilities of the adult world she’s yet to fully join. What really holds her back, though, is the fact that she doesn’t want her father to know she went behind his back and kept seeing the boy he had warned her to stay away from.
It’s all resolved in the end, and Aisling does the right thing, but it leaves a long-lasting mark on her:
In a bleak cemetery, Aisling begged forgiveness of the dead for the falsity she had embraced when what there was had been too ugly to accept. Silent, she had watched an act committed to impress her, to deserve her love, as other acts had been. And watching, there was pleasure. If only for a moment, but still there had been.
Petty jealousy and imagined hurts
In ‘The Children’, an 11-year-old girl (and only child), Connie, handles the death of her adored mother with aplomb — “You’ve been a strength, Connie,” her father tells her after the funeral — and quickly adjusts to life without her.
But when her father falls in love with a local woman a few years later and installs her and her two children, one of whom is Connie’s best friend, into the house, Connie’s behaviour changes. She spends more and more time alone, hiding on the roof, which she’s forbidden to climb, to read her late mother’s books.
And in one instant she turns on her soon-to-be step-sister with the cruel words: “This isn’t your house.” Connie’s sense of betrayal, of a deeply held hurt, petty jealousy and an inability to accept changed circumstances is palpable.
Teenager in danger
And in ‘An Afternoon’, teenage Jasmin meets up with an older man she’s only ever met online. Her naivety is alarming as she spends an afternoon in his company, laps up his attention — “You’re pretty,” he said. “You’re pretty, Jasmin” — accepts the alcohol he offers her and agrees to go back to his house.
Again there was the ripple of excitement. She could feel it all over her body, a fluttering of pins and needles it almost felt like but she knew it wasn’t that. She loved being with him; she’d known she would.
She’s rescued at the last minute — Trevor doesn’t always let bad things happen to his characters — and the sense of relief, for this reader at least, is enormous but hard-earned.
The first is the best
The stand-out story of the collection, however, is the first one, “The Dressmaker’s Child”, which you can read online at the New Yorker, and which I had originally planned to read at the end of the year according to the schedule Cathy and I put together for A Year With William Trevor. (I didn’t know it was in this collection, so I’ll have to substitute that with something else and will let you know in due course.)
In this story, Cahal, an Irish car mechanic, drives two Spanish tourists to see the “Weeping Virgin of Pouldearg”, a religious icon discredited by locals, and thinks nothing of charging them €50 for the privilege. On the way back to town, he runs over a child, the daughter of the local dressmaker, but does not stop to help. The Spaniards in the back seat are too busy kissing each other to notice the bump in the road.
What enfolds afterwards is a mixture of pure shame and fear and dread as Cathal wrestles with his conscience, even though the body is found not on the road, as expected, but at “the bottom of a fissure, half covered with shale, in the exhausted quarry half a mile from where she’d lived”.
This strange development is quintessential William Trevor, a writer who likes to take seemingly ordinary characters and thrust them into unusual circumstances to see how things play out. Most of the stories in Cheating at Canasta contain moments of oddity that change the direction of the narrative. Each tale is an adventure. It’s like getting into a car and not knowing quite where you will end up…
I read this book as part of A Year With William Trevor, which I am co-hosting with Cathy from 746 Books. You are invited to join in using the hashtag #WilliamTrevor2023. To find out more, including our monthly reading schedule, please click here.
This month Cathy has reviewed ‘The Old Boys’. I reviewed this same book in 2019. You can read my review here.
22 thoughts on “‘Cheating at Canasta’ by William Trevor”
Beautiful review! A great way to kick off the #WilliamTrevor2023 Challenge.
Thank you. I really enjoyed this collection and know there are some
stories in it that will stay with me for life!
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This is truly belated, Kim; ( I had intended to complete it before the end of 2022. Mmm….!) Your brilliant posts are always incisive, succinct, yet contain enough detail about the plot and characters for any potential reader to make an assessment. You criticise in a constructive manner, supplying pertinent evidence for your judgements. I base much of my TBR list on your appraisals. (And it helps that your favourite authors are also ones I admire. Thus, MANY thanks for another year of blogs.
Oh, thank you, Heather, that’s a lovely comment to make! Sometimes I do wonder whether anyone takes much notice of what I read and review so it’s great to hear that you find them helpful. The feedback is much appreciated 😊🙏
I love William Trevor and haven’t read any of his short stories yet. I have read The Old Boys for this challenge already this month, but I am very tempted to get hold of this too. All these stories sound wonderful.
Hope you enjoyed The Old Boys… I read it a few years back when I was on holiday here in Fremantle not knowing that I would eventually repatriate here! I have very fond memories of the book and the holiday!
His short stories **are** wonderful. This is the second volume of his that I have read and I look forward to reading a couple more over the next 12 months.
I discovered William Trevor quite late, and this is one of the collections I read, thanks to an Irish friend. Excited that you’re devoting this new reading season to this very special author.
Better late than never, they say 😀
I’m planning on reading a couple of the stories from this collection later this month. I will try to focus on ones you haven’t specifically mentioned perhaps…? Let’s see what serendipity brings 🙂
You’ve certainly made me impatient to get started though. I like how you focused on Trevor’s treatment of young people with this review.
It’s always difficult to review short story collections as I’m never sure what approach to take. Previously I’ve summarised each story OR I have selected a couple of favourites. If the collection doesn’t hold together thematically it’s even more difficult.
Anyway, glad to hear of your enthusiasm and looking forward to reading whatever you decide to review.
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I don’t know Trevor at all, but I had the time and read the story. I don’t really get the way catholics think about things, but I understand the boy was troubled (by his crime). An engrossing story, but I’d still much rather read novels.
Fair enough, Bill. My preference is for novels, too, but I like to read short stories when I’ve got a spare 20 minutes here or there (ie lunch breaks or in bed before turning the light out)
Interestingly, Trevor was not Catholic, although he writes a lot about them! He was Protestant (Church of Ireland) but educated at Catholic schools.
This is an engaging review which encourages me to join in. I think I’ll take the line of reading whichever William Trevor comes my way, and see how that goes. It’s such a long time since I’ve read any of his work, and I always enjoyed reading his stories
Be great to have you join in no matter what William Trevor you choose to read!
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Excellent review Kim, I now really want to read this collection too. The Dressmaker’s Child sounds worth it alone!
The Dressmaker’s Child will stay with me forever, I think, it’s so haunting.
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I’m on the case!
I wrote about The Room here – https://bronasbooks.com/2023/01/28/the-room-william-trevor-irlshortstory/
Brilliant! Thanks for sharing the link. I will pop over later for a read.
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