William Trevor, one of Ireland’s finest living novelists. His style of writing is blissfully unpretentious – precise and unadorned, but capable of narrating the most ingeniously moving stories. (I like to call him the novelist’s version of film director John Sayles.)
My favourite book of his is The Story of Lucy Gault, whose plot should be discovered first-hand rather than summarized, but put briefly, is about a family whose idyllic country-side existence comes apart due to a series of extremely unfortunate and tragic events.
I also loved Trevor’s Felicia’s Journey (which was turned into a wonderful film by Atom Egoyan, featuring Bob Hoskins), about a young girl who travels to England to find the father of her unborn child, and who is helped along the way by an elderly man whose intentions are rather less than noble.
I would also like to mention Rohinton Mistry, and specifically his novel A Fine Balance. A friend of mine who had traveled in India recommended this book to me, and being interested in exotic parts of the world, I was easily sold. This remains one of my favourite novels, about two tailors who leave their village in India to seek employment with an elderly lady in Bombay, during a period when India was suffering under the corrupt rule of Indira Gandhi.
While the narrative is intensely character-driven (and what characters! I was one page three when I felt I already knew and loved these people), it also subtly manages to feel panoramic, about something on a larger scale. It weaves in subplots about history and politics (but never reads like a history lesson); for example, it brilliantly depicts how political corruption trickles down through the social strata, hitting the poor the hardest. It also occasionally jumps back and forth in time to add background, which is so effective that when the narrative cuts back to present time, you suddenly see certain characters in a new light, with newfound respect.
Some people might think that this – India, poverty-stricken Indians, tailors! – sounds boring. I hope they can transcend their prejudices. By the end of the book you’ll be missing the characters, and you’ll be crying for their pain.
In fact, I’ve spent many an hour being angry with Mistry for creating such incredible characters and then hurling all sorts of misery at them. At times Mistry seems overly harsh; but when reading up on the history of India, it turns out the reality of what he depicts was, at times, much worse.
Mistry has written several stunning novels. I also recommend Such a Long Journey (which was made into a fine film).
Since you seem to like South-American magical realism, let me also recommend Juan Rulfo’s Pedro Paramo, the novel which pretty much started the genre. Note that it’s also a rather difficult novel – simply written, but rather confusing, to the extent that you will probably find yourself starting at the beginning again when you’re done – but all the more rewarding.
And Jorge Luis Borges, the amazing Argentinian short-story writer. While the Collected Fictions (which collects all his short stories) gives the best value for money, Labyrinths is probably the best way to get started.