FREE ESSAY ON "OF THE CLOTH" WILLIAM TREVOR

"OF THE CLOTH" WILLIAM TREVOR

Deborah Anne Richardson
September 04, 1999
Writing 206
An Analysis of
"Of the Cloth"
William Trevor, "Of the Cloth," New York, New York, The New Yorker, March 09,
1999.
"Of the Cloth" is a contemporary work of short fiction set in the remote Irish community
of Ennismolach County during the early summer of the year, nineteen hundred and ninety
seven.
The greater part of the story takes place in a small, stone rectory nestled among the
green valleys
and pasturelands that lie below the Irish mountain slopes. The author describes solitary
hillsides,
peaks and valleys, and a remnant of what once was a town. He describes empty homes,
tumbled
into weed ridden ruins, as their former residents chose to leave, pursuing the promise of
a more
prosperous life in the city. The author depicts, in detail, long, winding country roads
leading to
the three small Protestant churches dotting the countryside, Hogan's Grocery, Bar and
Petrol
Pump, the only store within miles, and to the Catholic Church of the Holy Assumption,
"solitary
and splendid by the roadside, still seeming new, although it had been there for sixty
years." 
The story was dominated by a single character, The Reverend Grattan Fitzmaurice, of the
Ennismolach rectory. He was described as an elderly man, faithful, dutiful, and devoted
to his
church. He was settled in his life-long home, "out of touch with the times and what was
happening in them, out of touch with two generations of change, with his own country and
what it
had become." He was a charitable man, providing employment, out of his own meager salary,
for
a disabled man, Con Tonan, who would later die. He was respected by those who new him;
upright Mrs. Bradshaw who came for visits every Tuesday, Seamus Tonan, Conrad's son, and
neighboring Catholic parishioners, Father MacPartlan and Curate Leahy.
"Of the Cloth" concerns, mostly, the pensive reflections of an Irish Protestant reverend
during a few long weeks in 1997. The reader visits the Reverend Grattan Fitzmaurice, in
his home
and enters in upon his personal musings and daily activities. Grattan leads a quiet life;
his days are
made worthwhile in his labour for the church. We enter in upon his thoughtful
ruminations,
broken only by Mrs. Bradshaw's occasional visits, as they met "exchanging scraps of
news." The
reverend frequently referred to his growing displeasure with the state of the Protestant
church in
Ireland and the generation that would soon inherit it. He would regard, suspiciously, the
Irish
Catholic Church, and look upon them as rivals to his cause.
Grattan's solitude was broken, early one summer morning, as a red-haired youth arrived
bearing unfortunate tidings. Grattan recognized the boy, Seamus Tonan, the son of a
Catholic
gardener formerly in his employment. Gratten had hired Corad, a disabled man, paying him
out of
his own meager salary. Seamus informed the reverend of his father's death and that the
funeral
would be held on Monday. Grattan was touched by the boy's thoughtfulness and offered him
every possible courtesy, but Seamus declined and went quickly on his way. The next
morning the
reverend was visited by Mrs. Bradshaw, bearing the same news. They spoke fondly of the
deceased Conrad Tonan and their admiration of the humble man. 
Later, following Conrad's funeral, Grattan was visited by two local Catholic priests,
Fathers MacPartlan and Leahy of the Catholic Church of the Holy Assumption. Although he
was
courteous, he appraised them critically, ever suspicious of their motives. He feared that
they had
come in a spirit of disguised rivalry rather than good Christian charity and found
himself shrinking
away from conversation. 
As the afternoon wore on, the two fathers persisted in their attempts to insight a
conversation with the reverend. Eventually, their words began to strike accord. As the
three
discussed their concerns for the future, Grattan began to recognize a mutuality of
purpose. He
realized that as the Irish population shrank from faith, each church struggled to keep
their spark
aglow. He knew now that each gift of kindness mattered, regardless of the source. The
priests had
come that evening to recognize his kindness to Conrad, and in his time of grief, he could
now
appreciate their gesture. 
"Of the Cloth" was a finely written piece of short fiction. It was well structured and
cohesive, each piece of the story finely woven together by nearly ethereal threads of
thought.
The author approached his subjects truthfully, lending to each character a sincerity
uncommon in
contemporary American fiction. Through Grattan's concerns and reminiscence, the author
affords
the reader great insight into the mind of the story's central character. Each character
is provided a
well developed history, frequently extending even beyond their birth.
The images surrounding the story's central characters serve to heighten the mood of the
story, making the expressed emotions more real. The desolate pastures and valleys of 
Ennismolach mirror the state of the church in Ireland, even the reverend saw his
countenance in
the long granite hillsides," Fitzmaurice had the look of that gray, unyielding stone,
visible even in
the pastureland of the valley. Thin and tall, he belonged to the landscape..." 
The author employs a homely vocabulary, well suited to the tone of the story. He writes
with a rough pen, devoid of the sophisticated or florid language that might have been so
inappropriate within the context of the story. The author chose to confine his exposition
to the
events surrounding a single week in the life of one man. He chose not to litter his
composition
with petty subplots or savvy dialogue but to sincerely express the essence of a common
man.
I truly enjoyed William Trevor's "Of the Cloth" and look forward to reading further
works
by this adept and talented author.