Jenn Ashworth’s novel is one of those rare things: it entertains, while diving beneath the surface of serious questions – about the meaning of faith, fundamentalism, family and community. For those who have already read her previous novels – A Kind of Intimacy and Cold Light – there’s the same characteristic mixture of dark and funny. But The Friday Gospels has a greater narrative pull. The subject matter is original and engaging (Mormons in Lancashire – a fascinating insight into a little seen world); the alternate voices draw you through the story, leaving you, at the end of each section, positively breathless.
Without, I hope, giving too much away, the premise is this: the Leeke family’s youngest son is on his way home from the United States, after two years of missionary work in Utah. As they prepare for his arrival, each family member is grappling with their own private issues. Pauline, the mother, is struggling with health issues which render her immobile. Martin, the father, contemplates an extra marital affair but his affection is unrequited. Gary’s sister, Jeannie, is caught up in the concerns of her teenage world. Julian, (Gary’s brother) is also locked into a world of his own, with a driving need to escape. Each narrative voice stands alone – perfectly formed - yet woven together they are a stunning exploration of the fabric of family life, in all its imperfections.
It’s a challenge to pull off a successful multi-voice narrative, but Ashworth does it with authenticity and insight. Each character is held up for examination, for all his or her flaws. In the end, this is a hugely compassionate book.
At times The Friday Gospels reminded me of Ali Smith’s The Accidental – only more accessible, miles funnier and with more heart. The redemptive ending strikes just the right chord. This is a novel which – without question - will cement Jenn Ashworth’s success as one of the most talented young novelists in the UK today.