Having read one of Jonathan Tulloch's previous books, The Lottery, I was expecting a bit more humour. There is some here but it's a dark humour and fairly well buried in the bleak story of a priest, Father Tom Carey, at odds with a lifetime of faith. He seems to be troubled not with the existence of his God, but with his love of Him and His creation. A change of parish, suggested by his Bishop, creates more confusion in him than clarity as he is, at one point almost literally, immersed in the dregs of society in and around a North-East sea port on the River Tees.
Encounters with an aggressive Russian shipmaster and his terrified Filipino crew, prostitutes plying trade outside his presbytery and a tramp who continually rings the doorbell at all hours build a rage within him he seems unlikely to contain. Only a re-forming of an old close friendship with a nun from his time in the seminary seems to raise his spirit.
With a style reminiscent of Graham Swift, Jonathan Tulloch can pull the reader's emotions from anxiety to joy and back again on the same page.
Although slow to start, the story gathers pace well and kept me awake well into the night. I sympathised easily with the frustration of Father Tom, but felt his troubles remained ultimately unresolved. Perhaps that was Tulloch's intention. With this latest novel, a departure from the humour of his earlier work, Tulloch proves he is one of the best writers around today.