Billy's Rain
by Hugo Williams
Summary
Billy's Rain is a book about an affair, told from inside its whole arc, the beginning, the hotel afternoons, the lies that logistics require, the cooling, the end, and the long embarrassing afterlife of longing, and it is written in a style so plain that the artfulness takes a while to register. Hugo Williams is the great deceiver of modern English poetry: the poems look like talk, short, wry, apparently effortless anecdotes a man might tell against himself at a party, and they are built with a dramatist's timing, every line break a raised eyebrow, every flat statement placed where it can do the most damage. The affair the book follows lasted five years, and Williams neither glamorizes nor repents it; the sequence's honesty is of the more uncomfortable kind, about vanity, self deception, the comedy of desire in middle age, and the way a love that could not be public survives afterward only in poems that make it so. The title poem turns on rain in a film, the fake rain called for when the real thing will not perform, which is as good an emblem of the book's method as any: feeling produced by artifice and no less wet for it. Williams, son of the actor Hugh Williams and a TLS columnist for decades, had been refining this conversational instrument through eight previous books; Billy's Rain is where it cut deepest, and it won the 1999 T.S. Eliot Prize, the plainest style ever to take the award to that point.
Historical Context & Significance
Williams came from theatrical royalty, Eton, and the London literary world, and made his lifelong subject the gap between polish and feeling; his Freelance column in the Times Literary Supplement ran for decades and trained a generation of readers to hear his particular deadpan. Billy's Rain appeared in 1999, and its Eliot Prize was received as a vindication for the school of apparent simplicity, arriving in a decade when the award had mostly gone to the virtuosos. The affair's story gained a coda when Williams published later collections returning to the material, and his 2014 book from the dialysis ward, I Knew the Bride, showed the same style holding under mortal pressure, the deadpan intact with the stakes raised all the way.