I've been a fan of Phil Rickman's Merrily Watkins novels for some time now, and I've come to love the characters and the setting. Beautiful black and white Ledwardine, constantly under threat from the outside world of property developers and identical shopping estates and money-grubbing capitalists, just surviving by the skin of its teeth. Merrily herself, holding on to her faith in much the same way. Lol, Jane, Gomer, Frannie Bliss. All just managing to survive in the maelstrom of life.
This book holds no comfort. Without giving away plot, at the end of it none of the above has changed for the better, and several of these characters whom I've come to know as friends have been put through the mill good and proper. And yet it's a satisfying read, as one would expect from Rickman, and there is a kind of exaltation in the ending. Rickman is especially good at moments that make you want to punch the air and shout "YES!" And I found a special treat here in a nice long discussion between Merrily and the gleefully amoral magician Athena White, who remains a joy to read, especially to read aloud. (I read these books to my wife who is partially sighted.)
And there is meat here as well. There's a sock in the eye for those modern comparative religionists who like to make out, based on a few superficial resemblances in the central story, that the cult of Mithras and Christianity are fundamentally identical. There's a sideswipe at the current fad for blokishness, idolising organisations such as the SAS (who certainly deserve admiration, but are hardly to be envied or emulated) and "finding your inner warrior," and there's a television presenter on a programme about cars who I'm sure is not based on any real person living or dead, but ought to be. From the depths of the past rises the unclean shadow of Denzil Joy once again. And there's Jane, charging in where angels fear to tread in her own inimitable way.
You won't be disappointed in The Secrets Of Pain. You might find yourself wishing that the next Merrily book could be a nice safe British Cosy whodunnit, a rest for these characters who have gone through so much...but it wouldn't be Phil Rickman if it were. So, pry your hands off the chair arms and put some gaffa tape over the fingernail marks, and read it again.