It was roughly a year ago around now that I went on a bit of a Muriel Spark binge, and after the first three - two being The Girls of Slender Means & Loitering with Intent - I felt like she could instantly climb from nowhere - like a game of snakes and ladders, where every turn you hit a ladder - to became my favourite female writer of all time once the binge reached its climax. After a few of her lesser known novels I've read between then and now, I find myself back in her literary arms once again. Not quite as tight a grip here as previous reads, but all the nuts and bolts that became Spark's forte are ever present in The Ballad of Peckham Rye; through the plot itself, it's characters, and a few shocking scenes towards the end that seemed to jump out of thin air - in this case murderous hysteria. Lots of blubbering here too. Enough to overwater the house plants even - Dougal's words not mine.
And speaking of Dougal Douglas, the satanic central figure and man of mystery who rolls up into this small London suburb with an agenda that's not the easiest to spot - the devil trying to wreak havoc?, a crafty and manipulative business spy?, a possible police informant? - who seems to have an impact, good or bad, on just about everybody, kept me on my toes throughout. And in the end, it all boiled down to a little blackmailing by a 13-year-old to really give the novel a devilish kick up the backside. Again, one of reasons that I love Spark so much, is that it's not just any central character that is the memorable one. There are a few here that stood out just as much, if not more. Including the prim Dixie and her idiotic fiancé Humphrey Place, and head of the typing pool at the textile works Meadows, Meade & Grindley, Miss Coverdale, who is carrying on an affair with the boss. There is also a character called Beauty, who is...er...described as anything but! A mouthy little thing was she. Some of the confrontational scenes, say, in the pub for example, were just so funny.
Quirky, farcical, and darkly comic, it sure was entertaining. But, for me, seeing as the bar was raised higher in other novels, It isn't one of her absolute greats.
A big thanks to Violet & Fionnuala, who, after their own Spark marathons, got myself up and running to have a go too. When I crossed that finish line last year, I knew I'd found my literary Goddess.