Otis Joy, that is. The rector or Foxford. And a more noteworthy and flamboyant man of the cloth you wouldn't wish to meet. But I'm not going to give away any of the plot of this intriguing book. Don't you just hate it when reviewers tell you the story?
I'm in two minds whether Lovesey's 'other' novels are better than the Peter Diamond series. After reading 'Dead Gorgeous', also by Lovesey, and unable to put it down (definitely his best novel, though this is an award winner), I had to read the rest of his stuff and this magnificent tale has one major, appalling disappointment. You come to the end. And often in the small hours when you've got to be up for work at seven... There should be a health warning printed on the cover of his books.
What's so extraordinary about Lovesey is the fluency of his writing, especially the dialogue. His characters live and breathe, and you're with them all the way to the last page. If, like me, you're into such things, you'll find that the weaving of the different strands of the story, the pacing and the plotting are just about flawless. And in 'The Reaper' even more than a few laughs, too.
So, do yourself a huge favour, and get this. Turn off the tube for once (yes, you do watch too much crap), get a glass or a mug of your fave beverage, and be thoroughly entertained by a true master. Just remember to have a good excuse when you phone in sick because you didn't get to bed till three in the morning...