“The hospital was full again. The plague, which had seemed to retreat during the first three months of 1349, came back in April with redoubled virulence. On the day after Easter Sunday, Caris looked wearily at the rows of mattresses crammed together in a herringbone pattern, packed so tightly that the masked nuns had to step gingerly between them. Moving around was a little easier, however, because there were so few family members at the bedsides of the sick. Sitting with a dying relative was dangerous–you were likely to catch the plague yourself–and people had become ruthless. When the epidemic began, they had stayed with their loved ones regardless, mothers with children, husbands with wives, the middle-aged with their elderly parents, love overcoming fear. But that had changed. The most powerful of family ties had been viciously corroded by the acid of death. Nowadays the typical patient was brought in by a mother or father, a husband or wife, who then simply walked away, ignoring the piteous cries that followed them out. Only the nuns, with their face masks and their vinegar-washed hands, defied the disease.”
Kingsbridge #2: World Without End by Ken Follett. What a book, what a ride. While this is the second book in the series, it can absolutely be read as a stand-alone. The connections to the first book, which took place 200 years prior, have to do with the town itself. Yes, our main characters here are largely descendants of the characters of the first book, but that’s about it.
World Without End takes place in 14th Century England. An unfortunate time to be alive no doubt. Europe was ravaged by war and pestilence, and Follett covers it all spectacularly. We start out in a similar way as the first book; a group of kids (who will become the main characters that we follow throughout their whole lives) witness a knight kill two men who are chasing him. He then buried an earth shattering secret in the Earth, swears the kids to secrecy and enters the priory to become a monk where he will be safe. The kids keep their end of the bargain, and we begin to follow them individually as they grow. Like Book I, Follett plants the seeds of a central mystery in the first chapter, and if you want answers you must read on. We have a knight, a builder, a peasant laborer and a woman who wishes to become a physician. The different directions all of these characters take allows Follett to show us all different aspects of life in the 14th century, and all of their lives are forever tied together. From here, we watch our characters interact with some of the biggest and most terrifying events of world history. The Hundred Years War has begun, the Black Death comes, and the world is changed forever.
The characters in this book are wonderfully done. We have good, bad, and characters who aren’t so cut and dry. There are characters I was rooting for throughout the whole novel, as well as a few that were absolutely awful; some who will make your skin crawl. Hate is a strong word, and a strong feeling, but there are some characters in this book that you will hate. Follett does this so well; your heart breaks for the characters you love as they get knocked down by these truly awful villains, but they never stay down long. The ups and downs throughout the novel really tap into our emotions. We are right there with these characters as they are forced to make all kinds of decisions that will impact the people closest to them, and as they struggle with the questions of morality that we have all faced in one way or another throughout our own lives.
”My father hated people who preached about morality. We are all good when it suits us, she used to say: that doesn’t count. It’s when you want so badly to do something wrong—when you’re about to make a fortune from a dishonest deal, or kiss the lovely lips of your neighbors wife, or tell a lie to get yourself out of terrible trouble—that’s when you need the rules. ‘Your integrity is like a sword,’ he would say. ‘You shouldn’t wave it until you’re about to put it to the test.’”
Follett’s writing, as I’ve said before, is simple yet undeniably effective. The readability of his novels is among the highest I’ve encountered. It picks you up and carries you through the story with zero distractions. You won’t stop to reread a paragraph to ogle the flowery prose, and that’s okay. This writing is a certain kind of simple that is remarkably difficult to replicate, and I would argue it’s even rather rare to be able to write in a way where you almost forget you’re reading. It is pure storytelling, and Follett is as good as anyone I’ve read at telling a truly engaging story and keeping you turning the pages. This book is anywhere between 1000 and 1200 pages (depending on your copy) and it never gets boring. It is never a slog. And nothing is wasted. This shows me how skilled this man is.
I’ve tried to stay away from too many specifics in my review; the book needs to be read and experienced, and “the less you know, the better” certainly applies here. However, I need to mention how Follett handles one of the major events of the book—The Black Death. I’m writing this in 2021, nearly 15 years after this book was written, and there are aspects of this book that are shockingly relevant. I’m not just talking about pandemic disease; this is something that has been written about a lot by a variety of authors across genres. Follett decides to make medical “science” of the time a major focus, and it brings up questions of where diseases come from, how they spread, and how they’re best treated. Monks were the main “doctors” of the time, as they could read Latin and were trained in the teachings of the Romans - physicians like Galen, who wrote about balancing the humours to treat disease. If you know anything about this, you know how terrifyingly ineffective it is, as the basic idea they based their entire treatment regimens on was just plain wrong.
This is the school of bleeding a sick patient, placing rotten meat over wounds to “encourage the body to bring forth pus”, and of course, the fundamental medieval belief that disease was ultimately a punishment from God. That is not to say however, that there were not people at the time who were doing remarkable things to further medical care; there certainly were, and Follett gives us a front seat view of this. Yes, the idea of masking to slow the spread of disease is covered (a debate that we know all-too-well in 2021), as well as separating the infectious from the injured, keeping clean hands and cleaning wounds, the idea that disease is spread through the air, and much much more. The battle between the more progressive medical workers of the time and their struggle against and rejection of the old ways and the humour theory of disease is an aspect of this novel that I found absolutely fascinating. And I think you will too. Yes, you.
The freakshow-esque and hysterical nature that began to overtake once normal people and even whole towns as the Black Death went on and on, and continues to get worse and worse is covered as well. Humans react to this large-scale death in all kinds of ways. This was just as true in the 14th century as any other time; some people gave into their most carnal desires and had parties and orgies. Some lost their minds with fear. Some became fanatically religious, and took to the streets, marching across England in large groups whipping themselves, recreating the Passion of Christ on their own bodies, carrying crosses and scourging their backs with sharp whips (the flagellants), and some tried to hold the fabric of their fast-collapsing societies together. It’s all here.
Ok, it’s time for me to stick a cork in it. There are so many more things to say; I have barely even begun to scratch the surface on why this book is such a colossal achievement. The same is true for Pillars of the Earth, and I consider these books equals. Follett once again combines small, dramatic human stories with big picture events, and shows us how we all fit into the history of human civilization, then and now. Do yourself a favor, and read the Kingsbridge series.
5/5