The synopsis is fascinating, romantic and magnetic. The story of Mary Ann Girling and her bizarre sect begs to be captured in a well-crafted history. The author steps forward - in the shape of Philip Hoare - and spends five years researching these Victorian goings-on in dusty libraries and local collections. He sets to work on his PC and writes the book that is needed. But what a bizarre result! The text is padded-out with multitudinous cul-de-sacs - veritable brain-dumps of boring tripe - that make this book twice as long as it should have been. His self-indulgent style almost forgets the reader is present and we are subjected to a whos-who of Victorian names and connections that befuddles the brain and made me give up, dis-spirited, at Part III. But in the absence of any other Girlingite history, the book is grudgingly recommended - be prepared for a very long haul!