This was a big chunky read, and a really good read. The book is written from the perspective of four characters, one of them both beginning and ending the novel, the other three being parts 2, 3 and 4. Howatch does a great job of inhabiting these very different voices, they seem like the completely different people they are as they tell the story from their perspective.
And quite cleverly done it is, too, this perspective shifting: The story pretty much stays on a linear chronological path, we just step into another character's shoes and see things from his or her perspective for a while... before we step into yet another character's shoes as the story continues. I really enjoyed that element of this novel, it didn't seem remotely gimmicky, but an interesting way of shaping the story.
The story itself isn't that amazing or fascinating. A young woman, overweight and feeling friendless, seeks help out of desperation from a Christian healing centre during the last days of her Aunt's life, who is clinging on to life after a stroke. This young woman then becomes enmeshed in the lives and goings on of this Christian healing centre, and we then go on to look through the eyes of two main members of that centre - two of the charismatic priests - and one other character, the wife of one of the charismatic priests.
I found two of the characters just plain strange. One because she was truly horrible, with a social class consciousness that made every word she spoke and every decision she made cloaked in the veil of "what would people think?" (if not "what would Mummy think?" - is it just me, or is the use of the word Mummy coming out of a 40 year old woman's mouth just a bit creepy?). The other because of the pseudo-psycho-spiritual analysis that went into every observation about every other person (except himself, he always seemed to skirt these deep and scathing reviews of his character, his psyche, his intentions and his behaviour), plus his endless references to sex. It started to grate.
But apart from the gentle loathing I felt toward those characters, they added to an overall sympathetic telling of a household in some form of crisis, with flawed characters and misinterpreted intentions and behaviours. Alice, the beginning and ending voice, saved the day. If it weren't for her perspective, this may have slipped into one of those nutty British novels that anybody not born and raised on those shores may find difficult, if not impossible, to grasp.