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Fludd  
Author: Hilary Mantel
ISBN: 0786229934
Format: Handover
Publish Date: June, 2005
 
     
     
   Book Review



Fetherhoughton, the shabby and provincial village of Hilary Mantel's fifth novel, Fludd, possesses a charm that is, at best, latent. The surrounding moorland is foreboding, the populace is querulous and ill-educated, and the presiding priest is an atheist. It's 1956, and drabness is general to this English backwater. Until, that is, the appearance of a disarming young priest who, apparently, has been dispatched to wrest Fetherhoughton out of its superstitious stupor. One of the novel's several wonders is that Fludd surpasses all expectations.

Father Angwin, Fetherhoughton's disbelieving priest, has--much to the displeasure of his superiors--grown comfortable with the entrenched, misapprehending devoutness of his flock. Fludd, who may or may not be the curate sent to deliver the wayward, exerts an immediate, if unexpected, influence. He intrigues the townspeople, flusters the church's gaggle of nuns, kindles a welcome self-examination in Father Angwin, and arouses the passion of the young and yearning Sister Philomena. A charge of possibility suddenly animates the village, accompanied by several incidents that seem midway between coincidence and miracle. Fludd, however, remains beset by an insistent disillusionment--his clarity, it seems, arcs outward only.

Mantel's cramped and pliant village is a marvel. Fetherhoughton "wrestles not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world," insists the dour headmistress, Mother Perpetua. A local tobacconist, not so trivially, just might be the devil in human garb. Fludd's gift lies in unearthing all the lovely and fearsome truths buried just beneath the surface. "The frightening thing is that life is fair," he observes, "but what we need... is not justice but mercy." The fruits of this conviction, in Fetherhoughton, are rebellion, self-assertion, and even scandal; but Mantel's lovely tale suggests that difficult possibility is fair compensation for a sloughed predictability. --Ben Guterson


From Publishers Weekly
Originally published in 1989 in the U.K., Mantel's slim, intense novel displays the author's formidable gift for illuminating the darker side of the human heart, offering metaphoric and literal incarnations of the powerful central images of Catholicism. Her circa-1956 setting of Fetherhoughton, a provincial English village surrounded on three sides by gloomy moors, is stark and dreary, a dead end where unwanted people are unceremoniously dumped. Such is the case of Sister Philomena, a sturdy farm girl-turned-nun banished from an Irish convent because her sister Kathleen breaks convent rules. It becomes apparent that Philomena will not fit in anywhere, as she is a strange mix of innocence and knowledge, a sage romantic. Philomena finds an unlikely confidant in Father Angwin, the parish priest, who has lost his faith, thinks the town tobacconist is the devil and fears the threat of a youthful replacement for his post. When a rain-soaked man named Fludd arrives on a stormy night, Angwin assumes it is the newly appointed curate, but even so, the two become close friends and, in time, Angwin sheds his bitterness and paranoia to become a more compassionate, wiser person. Fludd sweeps the nosy housekeeper, Agnes, off her feet with his gentlemanly manners and cool confidence, but Philomena is also strangely attracted to the devilish Fludd, who magically transforms everyone he meets. The monstrous Mother Perpetua, headmistress of the St. Thomas Aquinas School, is the lone exception, and she ends up being a key player in the rural face-off between good and evil. Hawthornden Prize-winner Mantel (The Giant, O'Brien) uses her knack for dry wit and lovely, scene-setting detail to liven up crisp, utilitarian prose, revealing, as her characters do, the ever-surprising divine in the mundane. (June) Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc.


The New York Times Book Review, Patricia T. O'Conner
In Fludd, as in her other comic novels, Mantel manages to make us laugh even as our hair stands on end.


The Guardian, London
"Fludd...establishes [Mantel] in the front rank of novelists writing in English today."




Fludd

FROM THE PUBLISHER

One dark and stormy night in 1956, a stranger named Fludd mysteriously turns up in the dismal village of Fetherhoughton. He is the curate sent by the bishop to assist Father Angwin-or is he? In the most unlikely of places, a superstitious town that understands little of romance or sentimentality, where bad blood between neighbors is ancient and impenetrable, miracles begin to bloom. No matter how copiously Father Angwin drinks while he confesses his broken faith, the level of the bottle does not drop. Although Fludd does not appear to be eating, the food on his plate disappears. Fludd becomes lover, gravedigger, and savior, transforming his dull office into a golden regency of decision, unashamed sensation, and unprecedented action. Knitting together the miraculous and the mundane, the dreadful and the ludicrous, Fludd is a tale of alchemy and transformation told with astonishing art, insight, humor, and wit.

FROM THE CRITICS

Patricia T. O'Connor - The New York Times Book Review

Admirers of Mantel's seven other novels will recognize the familiar terrain: a vague crisis takes shape and things start going awry. . . . Mantel manages to make us laugh even as our hair stands on end . . . The writing is mordant, pitiless, razor-sharp.

Kirkus Reviews

A mysterious curate arrives one dark and stormy night to succor the populace—in this dryly comic tale by British novelist Mantel (The Giant, O'Brien, 1998, etc.). First published in England in 1989, Fludd takes place in Fetherhoughton, a sorry post-industrial town on the moors where petty animosities and pervasive ill-humor hold sway. Father Angwin, the priest, is a decent man, though by 1956 he's long since given up believing in God and goes through the motions of his office only in hopes that his congregation may still benefit. His bishop's request that all the statues of saints be removed from Angwin's church results in a crisis, which the priest ineffectively resolves by burying the figures. He then settles deeper into his despair, but a knock on his door, which opens to reveal the sodden and peculiar figure of Fludd, also reveals a way to his redemption. Fludd has a strange effect on everyone he meets: Angwin, who immediately confesses the whole of his disbelief, feels a load lifted, which enables him to act decisively; the priest's spinster housekeeper, Agnes Dempsey, finds a warmth spreading through her that makes her hopeful once again; and when Fludd reads the palm of the town convent's youngest member, Irish Sister Philomena, she awakens to new possibilities in life—possibilities that she'd never dared dream of. But along with his quiet miracles, Fludd brings a hefty measure of unease, since no one can remember exactly what he looks like when he's not around, and he seems to eat and drink without actually chewing or swallowing. At the close, he performs the one act that will set them all free, and then, like the true conjurer he is, has afinaltrick up his sleeve just for Sister Philomena. Witty, offbeat, insightful regarding the trials of Catholicism without bogging down in dogma: a lightly weighted but charming vision of alchemy's noblest endeavors.



     



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