The William Trevor Reader: “Music”
Sex, in Trevor’s oeuvre, is dirty. I don’t just mean that the sex is perverse, or pornographic, although it sometimes is—but however the act is performed, and whatever particular kink might be desired or sated, in the larger sense sexuality itself is spiritually foul and sullying. It makes cuckolds out of some husbands and cheaters out of the others; it makes whores out of wives; it makes fools and felons out of young boys, and victims out of the girls they desire. It
