Preacher, Prophet, Beast
(Tyack and Frayne, Book 7)
Harper Fox
Foxtales Publications, 2017
It is hard for me to write an unbiased review of a Harper Fox novel. I suppose I might try by noting that each volume of the Tyack & Frayne series is inevitably “lesser” than Fox’s other books, if only because, as separate units of a larger whole, no one of the books can be as complete as a stand-alone work of art. Each book in the series necessarily depends on the others to make any sense at all.
Right?
But would that really be true? I suppose that if one were to read “Preacher, Prophet, Beast” entirely without foreknowledge of the rest of the series, it would leave the reader confused, having no context for any of the things that happen in the course of this seventh installment of the small-town saga of psychic Lee Tyack and his constable husband Gideon Frayne. There’s their adorable toddler, Tamsyn, with her whimsical Cornish name and startling supernatural powers. And of course there’s Elowen, Lee’s chimerical sister, who keeps appearing and has already tried once to take back the infant she turned over to her brother to raise. Then we have Rufus, Gideon’s erstwhile police partner, and his curious devotion to Lee, whom he insists on calling Locryn, his proper Cornish name that nobody else uses. How would one explain the idea of the Bodmin Beast, lurking nightmarishly in Gideon’s mind as something not real, and yet something not quite dismissable as mere fantasy? Or, indeed, the whole aura of vaguely Druidic Cornish magic that seems to haunt the moors around the town of Dark and everyone who is part of its history? How would an uninitiated reader assimilate all that back-story only through this latest (but seemingly not last) chapter in Lee and Gideon’s weirdly unremarkable life?
Fascinatingly, the entire essential backstory of the series is included, subtly and sometimes offhandedly, within the beautiful prose of this book. Surely the plot is puzzling, particularly at one key, vision-like moment that seems terribly surreal. But then again, I have read (and loved) all six of the previous books, and I was left confused and disoriented by “Preacher, Prophet, Beast.” I doubt a new reader would be much more thrown off by anything in this book than I was, even with my more complete familiarity with the whole story.
This is not to say that I’m recommending that one read these books out of order, or to jump in on chapter seven. I’m just saying that Fox’s writing is so good, the sense of place is so rich, and the characters are so compelling and varied and interesting, that “Preacher, Prophet, Beast” would be a good read even if one was totally ignorant of the context in which it was written. In a way, this entire book is an echo of all that went before, with a quietly bizarre finale that left me frankly slack-jawed with surprise.
I can’t say that this was my favorite book in the series; and yet I felt oddly bereft when it was done. It was as if some great secret had been revealed, but only just out of my sight.
The hard part will be waiting for episode 8.