Rachel Trezise

I have very mixed feelings about this very short novel and I did not know how to rate it. On the one hand I thought it was really well written but I also hated it because it's mega depressing. Novels written by Welsh "literary" authors tend to be pretentious and boring. But to my astonishment I did not find this novel either of those.
A day in the life of a slaughterhouse worker with flashbacks to previous years during the day of the Brexit vote.
Caleb is not very likeable to start with but by show more the end of the novel I had started to admire him for his determination to carry on even as the world kicked him.
I've rated it as 3 stars but feel that I am actually underrating it in many ways. show less

I heard Rachel Trezise read from this collection of short stories at last year's Hay Winter Weekend, and was so impressed. She read "Chickens," and to me it sounded more like Dylan Thomas than James Joyce (with whom she's more frequently compared). I bought the book, but hadn't read it until now. In the meantime, a fellow LT reader told me that he found it full of "young people mired in a slough of despond," and that he couldn't wait to get the experience over with! I can't help but agree show more with him in a way but, taken as a whole, Trezise's writing is quite remarkable - not just for someone of her age (she was 27 when the collection was published).

All of the stories included here are about young people in the working class mining valleys of South Wales. Their lives seem to revolve around music, sex, drugs and junk food. There's an overriding feeling of despair, desperation and a longing to escape that hangs over all the stories, however, and that's what makes Trezise so good. I did feel more than a little uncomfortable after reading so much about violence, poverty and destruction, but Trezise's writing made up for that.

"Johnny Mental was sitting on his porch wearing sunglasses, drinking lager, his teeth orange and ugly. Someone was painting their front door a few yards away, with a portable radio playing soul music; Diana Ross or some shit. A big burgundy Vauxhall Cavalier came around the corner, real slow like an old man on a hill."

"Sylvia Plath said that pastry baking created some order in her otherwise chaotic life. Then one day, she baked her own head. Another girl dominated by the melancholic undercurrent that runs through life like a river; the hissing sound we're all trying to drown out. But they didn't make ovens like they used to."

Yes, the picture Trezise paints is a bleak one, but the beautiful rawness of her writing makes it compelling - if disturbing - reading. show less

This wasn't really my thing. I found all of the stories so depressing! However I did finish reading it.

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