A young and inexperienced vicar is called upon to counsel one of his more eccentric parishioners. Alex Wainright has been haunted by memories of his childhood all his life, and wishes to lay the ghosts of his past life to rest. It is a week before Christmas, and forty-one years to the day that he has lived with his terrible secret, and he is convinced that the events of that day has caught up with him at last.A solitary figure, he has sought solace from a past deed through alcohol, but absolution is what he seeks now - before it is too late.
Although having had a variety of jobs during my life, some very interestIng, some not so interesting, I have, throughout the years, always had a burning desire to be a writer. I was a firefighter for eighteen years which was extremely rewarding, and I could, and perhaps will at some point, write about certain events I witnessed. I also worked for a newspaper, as a photographer, and later as a freelance artist.
It is a strange thing to want to do in many ways, shutting oneself away for hours and hours at at time, until finally reaching the end of your current book, months, or even years later. Yet it hardly seems like work - the hours and days go by almost unnoticed, and where would we be without books? It seems unthinkable, doesn't it?
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You’ll like this story if you like understated horror, wonder if shadows in corners could be something more sinister, or if you just enjoy wallowing in a good solid English tale of terror.
The protagonist is an amenable vicar, a family man who gives up his Saturday afternoon because his Christian conscience is stirred by a prickly character, who want to share some secrets.
And what secrets they are. The likeable vicar is eager to see the best in people and help wherever he can, but he wonders at the limits of his ecclesiastical powers, as the story that he hears gets more and more electrifying by the second.
I think others have compared HE Joyce’s writing to the haunting yet chilling style of MR James, and I would definitely agree to this, except to say that this story is contemporary, yet loses none of the ‘English village’ charm that is timeless.
Indeed The Reaping is a timeless tale, a tale of deep, mesmerising terror.
A word of warning: if you live alone and are of a nervous disposition, don’t read it late at night.