Oy, I wish I hadn’t taken a six-month interlude in the middle of reading this book. But, you know, life.
As with Glittering Images, Glamorous Powers is several hundreds of pages of suffering through absolute spiritual disorder and chaos before bursting into (mercifully, at long blessed last) grace-filled healing. I have been told all of the Starbridge books are like this, a fact about which I feel rather ambivalent. We also get to benefit from Howatch’s patented Snappy Churchman Dialogue, which is honestly one of my main motivations for reading her prose. The woman knows her way around some snappy Anglican conflict.
That being said, trudging dutifully through the rage (I found writing marginalia yelling at Jon Darrow for his folly to be somewhat cathartic), you do get to healing. The brokenness of Howatch’s characters is so infuriating because it is so familiar; we are each of us this blind to our own sin at times (though please, God, not for four hundred pages). If anything, I am given hope to be reminded that all of us are confusingly, mercifully, blessedly able to be healed even in the depths of deep spiritual disease and disrepair. Even when, as Jon Darrow, we 100,000% know better.
Fun to see some of our friends (and enemies?) from the first Starbridge book again; a certain friendship struck up over chess brought me a surprised smile.
I’m retracting one star for the amount of times the words ‘glamorous’ and ‘powers’ appeared in this book in that order; this is Susan Howatch’s hamartia. I was Not Amused to see the title for the next book cropping up in the last chapter of this one.