Every Friday Book Beginnings on Friday is hosted by Gillion at Rose City Reader where you can share the first sentence (or so) of the book you are reading. You can also share from a book you want to highlight just because it caught your fancy.
This week I’m featuring Fludd by Hilary Mantel, described as’ a dark fable of lost faith and awakening love amidst the moors.’ It’s very different from the other books by her that I’ve read. For one thing it’s short!
The Book Begins:
On Wednesday the bishop came in person. He was a modern prelate, brisk and plump in his rimless glasses, and he liked nothing better than to tear around the diocese in his big black car.
Also every Friday there is The Friday 56, hosted by Freda at Freda’s Voice. *Grab a book, any book. *Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader . If you have to improvise, that is okay. *Find a snippet, short and sweet, but no spoilers!
These are the rules:
- Grab a book, any book.
- Turn to page 56, or 56% on your eReader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
- Find any sentence (or a few, just don’t spoil it) that grabs you.
- Post it.
- Add the URL to your post in the link on Freda’s most recent Friday 56 post.
That afternoon, Father Fludd undertook a parish tour. Father Angwin accompanied the curate to the front door. ‘They may ask you into their houses’, he said. ‘For God’s sake don’t eat anything. Be back before dark.’ He hovered, anxious. ‘Perhaps you shouldn’t go alone?’
‘Don’t fuss, man’, Fludd said.
Summary (from Amazon)::
Fetherhoughton is a drab, dreary town somewhere in a magical, half-real 1950s north England, a preserve of ignorance and superstition protected against the advance of reason by its impenetrable moor-fogs. Father Angwin, the town’s cynical priest, has lost his faith, and wants nothing more than to be left alone. Sister Philomena strains against the monotony of convent life and the pettiness of her fellow nuns. The rest of the town goes about their lives in a haze, a never-ending procession of grim, grey days stretching ahead of them.
Yet all of that is about to change. A strange visitor appears one stormy night, bringing with him the hint, the taste of something entirely new, something unknown. But who is Fludd? An angel come to shake the Fetherhoughtonians from their stupor, to reawaken Father Angwin’s faith, to show Philomena the nature of love? Or is he the devil himself, a shadowy wanderer of the darkest places in the human heart?
Full of dry wit, compassionate characterisations and cutting insight, Fludd is a brilliant gem of a book, and one of Hilary Mantel’s most original works.
What do you think – does this book appeal to you too?
8 thoughts on “Book Beginnings & The Friday 56: Fludd by Hilary Mantel”
I really enjoyed this book Margaret, I hope you do too!
I loved Mantell’s other books, but this really does seem like something quite different. I am intrigued though, and I think this might be a perfect winter read as the nights get darker and colder. Thanks for sharing and have a lovely weekend 🙂
Juli @ A Universe in Words
Oh, I am intrigued, Margaret! I really do like Mantel’s writing, and it’s interesting to see this other side of it! The story looks good, too. I hope you’re enjoying it.
I like the descriptions and the feeling of intensity. Here’s mine: “LAST GIRL GHOSTED”
I have this one on my TBR and it really does sound like such a great read! So many books, so little time…. Hopefully one day!
Have a good weekend and happy reading!
Fludd does sound like a great read.
Have a great weekend! 🙂
I’m curious for more! Happy weekend!
Twice winner of the Man Booker Prize? That’s pretty incredible. This does sound pretty different from her other historical work.
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