From the double Man Booker prize-winning author of ‘Wolf Hall’, this is a dark fable of lost faith and awakening love amidst the moors.
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 p...more
The book is about religion and faith a...more
Mantel won the Booker Prize a few weeks ago for her new novel, which alas sounds totally unappetizing to me. However, I decided it really was about time I read some of her work -- and Fludd was the first book that came to hand.
In the mid-1950s in a ghastly English Midlands village called Fetherhoughton, whose shambling atavistic inhabitants regard themselves, probably wrongly, as at least superior to the denizens of neighbouring village Netherhoughton, there's trouble afoot in the Catholic churc...more
After devouring Wolf Hall and Bring Up the Bodies, I was ready for another Mantel. Fludd is a small, tight irreverant novel about God, belief, love, faith, innocence and knowledge. There were segments of this novel where the threads of the...more
Mantel tells the story of Fetherhoughton, a Northern mill village inhabited largely by 'brutish tea-swilling inhabitants', according to the blurb on the back cover. This IS largely true, but the blurb also ma...more
"The Protestants were damned, of course, by reason of this culpable ignorance. They would roast in hell. A span of seventy years, to ride bicycles in the steep streets, to get married, to eat bread and dripping: then bronchitis, pneumonia, a broken hip: then the minister calls, and the florist does a wreath: then devils will tear their flesh with pincers. It is a most neighborly thought."
The curate Fludd is sent to the village of Fetherhoughton to assist Father Angwin in his priestly duties. Fludd, however, is not at all as expected - to quote from the blurb: "loving beauty and language, sowing scandal and unrest in Fetherhoughton, might he not be the devil?"
Almost a month later, I'm still not quite sure what to make of Fludd.
- small village idiosyncracies; bonus points for inter-...more
I have a theory that this is primarily a story about compassion (as in "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people", Isa 40:1) - compassion on a grand scale, not merely for the individual characters specifically affected by Fludd's visit but also for the undifferentiated mass...more
But there is a generous moral imagination at work here that exceeds such caricatures - and it works through Mantel's marvelous descriptions, which others have n...more
1. The narrator is just fantastic. She (no gender is indicated, so in the spirit of misandry I'm assuming she's female) is straight-faced but very funny; she is wearily contemptuous of the villagers of Fetherhoughton, but also understands them so thoroughly that it's clear there's not as much distance between them as she might like. Consider this description:
For shoes, the women wore bedroom slippers in the form of bootees, with a big zip up the middle. When they went outd...more
One reviewer on Amazon said that nothing happens until the very end, and even then it's confu...more
The story is set in the fifties, and the disclaimer at the front of the book tells us vaguely that the Roman Catholic Church did in fact bear “some...more
This time last year I, like many others, was deep in the Booker prize-winning Wolf Hall. Almost every reviewer of this whopping tale of Thomas Cromwell found it necessary to comment on Hilary Mantel's portrayal of Thomas More which has been as often praised as criticised because it is darker than Robert Bolt's A Man for All Seasons. However, with a second volume to come I'm not yet going to venture an opinion, but wil...more
There have been a flurry of reviews on Goodreads and Amazon recently by people who have read Wolf Hall and want to...more
As to Fludd himself, the character, well. There’s overt references to angels in the novel, and so I guess we’re...more
"So you are the curate, she thought. She felt the sudden urge to say M-U-D-D; mine, Father, is Mudd. ... Deep within her, behind her cardigan and her...more
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