Sir Philip Nicholas Outram Pullman is an English writer. His books include the fantasy trilogy His Dark Materials and The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ, a fictionalised biography of Jesus. In 2008, The Times named Pullman one of the "50 greatest British writers since 1945". In a 2004 BBC poll, he was named the eleventh most influential person in British culture. He was knighted in the 2019 New Year Honours for services to literature. Northern Lights, the first volume in His Dark Materials, won the 1995 Carnegie Medal of the Library Association as the year's outstanding English-language children's book. For the Carnegie's 70th anniversary, it was named in the top ten by a panel tasked with compiling a shortlist for a public vote for an all-time favourite. It won that public vote and was named all-time "Carnegie of Carnegies" in June 2007. It was filmed under the book's US title, The Golden Compass. In 2003, His Dark Materials trilogy ranked third in the BBC's The Big Read, a poll of 200 top novels voted by the British public.
Yes, this is the lowest GoodReads rating I have ever seen.
Also, it lead to the discovery of the funniest Wikipedia article: The Haunted Storm (1972) is the debut novel of English author Philip Pullman. It was a joint winner of the New English Library's Young Writer's Award in 1972. Pullman later distanced himself from the work, saying "it was published by a publisher who didn't realise it wasn't a very good book", and as of 2016, he omits it from his entry in Who's Who.
But.....come on! It is Philip Pullman! And I want to see how his writing has evolved over time. So is there anyone out there who can lend me a copy?
The first book of Philip Pullman's that I have not enjoyed. I would quite happily have abandoned this after the first quarter, but I wanted to see where it went. With hindsight, I didn't need to know.
brief synopsis: Matthew takes on a lover. In the meantime, somebody gets murdered with no solid suspects.
setting: Silminster, England other places in England
named personalities: Matthew Cortez - a clairvoyant Elizabeth 'Liz' Cole - Matthew's lover Peter - someone's cousin whose father was a plumber Gwen Cole - Liz's mother Harry Locke - the uncle of Matthew's mother; an Evangelical Christian Mrs Parrish - Harry's next-door neighbor who looks after him Peter Parrish - Mrs Parrish's elder son (not the previous peter as far as I know) Jenny Andrews - a murdered girl whose body was discovered by Peter Parrish Mrs Andrews - Jenny's mother Jesus Christ - the central figure of Christianity who said to love one another John - a saint Thomas Cole - Elizabeth's vicar father Miss Harrison - Gwen's acquaintance Archer - a half-wit, or nearly one; a scrap dealer's mate Raphael - painter of Madonna Sophia - a being who had fallen from perfection Ialdabaoth - Sophia's son; the Demiurge Mithra - the invincible god Alan - Matthew's racist older brother Heath - presumably Edward 'Ted' Heath Rimbaud - presumably Arthur Rimbaud Handel - presumably George Frideric Handel Scriabin - presumably Alexander Scriabin Prokofiev - presumably Sergei Prokofiev Chopin - presumably Frédéric Chopin Robert 'Bob' Parrish - Peter Parrish's brother Arnold Fox - a coarsely handsome youth with sleek wavy hair Jim - Archer's acquaintance Pat Ryder - a Rover-driving producer Tony - a plump boy of about eighteen Mr Bellamy - a schoolmaster Terry - a boy who Matthew confuses with Andy Andy - a boy who Matthew confuses with Terry Rosemary - a pale and vacuous girl Barbara - a red-haired college student Jillian - a Christian girl HG Wells - an English writer TE Hulme - an English poet Ivan Karamazov - a fictional character with a case against God Sartre - presumably Jean-Paul Sartre Gobineau - presumably Arthur de Gobineau Max Stirner - an author Nietzsche - presumably Friedrich Nietzsche Zarathustra - Iranian spiritual leader Collingwood - a thin and intense middle-aged man Beethoven - presumably Ludwig van Beethoven Mozart - presumably Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Berkeley - an Irish bishop Ourobouros - the worm of the world Tanguy - a French painter Odysseus - a Greek king
some ocr errors: extra letters, letter substitutions, numbers instead of letters, misplaced punctuations, unneeded spaces, etc...
construction: p111: "...I'll give it you back in the morning."
grammar: p142: This was Fortune Buildings, and Alan opened the door of number 8 and led the way inside.
label: p164: He went into his bedroom and put on a thick shirt and a dark pullover, a pair of levis, and plimsolls on his feet.
duh?: p171: There was something so poignant in the way she sat and in the tone of her voice that she cou1dn't help being moved by it; a lump came to his throat, and he felt the desire to take her in his arms and let the boat drift out on to the lake, and to caress her gently; because she was naked--under her clothes, she was naked--that soft white body of hers held all the mysteries in the world in the curves of it and the folds of its flesh... she was impregnated with sweetness: she was angelic, she was more than human; she was the well--
idunnothis: p180: "...Your only aim is to get this shoddy little party of yours into Parliament, and that's only a cheating cowardly aim, a deliberately shocking aim, a graffiti-on-the-wall clever-clever Dada aim; and so the fundamental thing about you is that all your will's just a cover-up, it's a blind, and underneath it, Alan, you're passive: you've got no will at all, because you've got no vision!"
Okay, so I tortured myself with this piece. I do that sometimes. I guess I'm not compatible with English (nor British) writers. Or maybe I just needed to work extra hard. I never understood the significance of the title, or even its relevance plot-wise.
On the point of giving up with this book half way through, which is a first for a Pullman book. Turgid and weird romance between self-indulgent, self-obsessed, unattractive and tedious dramatis personae. I really would not bother with it, especially given the prices being fetched by this now Pullman groupie collectors' item book. Luckily I had an eBook from many years ago, that I never got round to reading.
One of the weirdest books I've ever read. There were parts I really did not enjoy at all and then there were parts he described so incredibly that I felt like I was there... It was quite difficult to read through all the way, though.