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2004 Man Booker Prize Longlist
Book Reviews
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Havoc,
in its Third Year
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and Book Review
Current TurboBookSnob Ranking: 8 |
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Author |
Publisher |
UK Publication Date |
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Ronan
Bennett
Mr.
Bennett was born in Belfast, and now lives in London with his family.
He has written several other novels. The Catastrophist
was shortlisted for the Whitbread Prize in 1998. |
Simon & Schuster |
9/6/04 |
| TurboBookSnob Review |
Havoc,
in its Third Year, is a well-crafted historical novel set amidst
the religious cult of paranoia that pervaded England in the seventeenth-century.
The protagonist, John
Brigge, is a coroner and one of the governors of the town, a fair
and upstanding man torn by his internal conflict between his own
curious mixture of papism and ancient pagan religious rites, and
the Protestantism that he must espouse in public to maintain his
respect in the community and to secure the necessary safety for
his family.
The religious havoc played
out in Brigge's mind is echoed in his profession. Called to
town to preside over the evidence in the trial of an Irishwoman
accused of murdering her newborn infant, Brigge finds himself determined
to maintain an open mind about the case. He requires evidence
to establish Katherine Shay's guilt, rather than submitting to the
townspeople's swelling hysteria or to his fellow governors' belief
that surely a papist must be guilty.
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"Mr.
Brigge?"
The voice was Adam's.
"Will you not begin
the inquisition?"
The coroner dragged himself out of
his thoughts. They were waiting, all of them. The jurors
and the witnesses, impatient to hear the story of this sinner and
wretch, of the child conceived in the sinful enjoyment of her woman's
wantoness and murdered in the shame of it. The women searchers
of Shay's body, good and sufficient matrons with their stiff reproving
necks and their milky fingers. Doliffe, prim and thin-lipped.
Scaife, slavering and foaming like a run-out horse, unable to take
his eyes from the Irishwoman. The more Brigge felt their expectation,
the less his appetite for the work at hand. He felt suddenly
weary. His clothes were still damp. His thighs and back
ached. He shifted forward, straightening his shoulders to
ease the discomfort.
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