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Summary: labyrinths
Review: It is many years since I read this book, so I am afraid most of the details are now forgotten. However, I do know that this book will stay with me till I die. Comments about plot, character development, predictability etc. are irrelevant; it is not a ghost story, a horror story or any other type of story. Like a dream, it is the atmosphere that is so disturbing, not any particular passage or event. It either drags you into this strange, incomprehensible (but not to something deep inside yourself), terrifying world, or it doesn't. I might add that I came to this book with no expectations. I have since read every book by Ackroyd I can find; some (The House of Doctor Dee) I prefer to others (First Light) but all are interesting. This is an intelligent, dark, comically misogynistic author driven by an overwhelming sense of loss.
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Summary: Flawed, but still a macabre tour-de-force.
Review: Peter Ackroyd enjoys a deserved reputation as the foremost contemporary interpretor and historian of London, especially the city's hidden and arcane aspects. As a painter of London's underbelly he is unquestionably Dickens's heir. His feeling for the city as an almost living entity, oppressive in the accumulated weight of its sprawling physical structure and the mass of lives that have passed through it, and frequently been crushed in the process, is one shared probably more or less conciously by most Londoners. In such an environment, where the most modern buildings can stand on a street pattern centuries old, the present can never entirely cut itself free from the past. This is Ackroyd's main theme, brought to life with chilling brilliance in this story of murder and superstition in the 17th century sounding a physical echo in a series of slayings in the 20th. Be aware that this is not a simple murder mystery in period costume. The narrative is poetic and allusive with much, especially the ending, left for the reader to interpret. It is not wholly succesful in the intertwining of past and present. Ackroyd's 16th century London fizzes with life, the characters and the city brilliantly conjured (Ackroyd has a skilful ability to write in a way that is actually less archaic than it feels when caught up in the narrative flow). By contrast, he fails to breathe much life into the modern day scenes and characters. This may be partly an intentional contrast, but either way these scenes are rather flat. Nonetheless, the book is hugely enjoyable. The demonical architect Nicholas Dyer (the 20th c. detective is the Hawksmoor of the title) is a great creation, and the dark world he inhabits stands with the classics of the literature of the macabre and supernatural. It will certainly impell a London (or London bound) reader to explore the churches built by the historical Hawksmoor with new eyes, as however fantastical the story, the geography and architectural details are completely accurate. I remember well seeing tramps descend into the shelter in the understory of Christchurch Spitalfields.
The structurally flawless (and very chilling) 'Dan Leno and the Limehouse Golem', which inhabits the London of Jack the Ripper and the heyday of the Music Hall, is also highly recommended.
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Summary: Flawed, but still a macabre tour-de-force.
Review: Peter Ackroyd enjoys a deserved reputation as the foremost contemporary interpretor and historian of London, especially the city's hidden and arcane aspects. As a painter of London's underbelly he is unquestionably Dickens's heir. His feeling for the city as an almost living entity, oppressive in the accumulated weight of its sprawling physical structure and the mass of lives that have passed through it, and frequently been crushed in the process, is one shared probably more or less conciously by most Londoners. In such an environment, where the most modern buildings can stand on a street pattern centuries old, the present can never entirely cut itself free from the past. This is Ackroyd's main theme, brought to life with chilling brilliance in this story of murder and superstition in the 17th century sounding a physical echo in a series of slayings in the 20th. Be aware that this is not a simple murder mystery in period costume. The narrative is poetic and allusive with much, especially the ending, left for the reader to interpret. It is not wholly succesful in the intertwining of past and present. Ackroyd's 16th century London fizzes with life, the characters and the city brilliantly conjured (Ackroyd has a skilful ability to write in a way that is actually less archaic than it feels when caught up in the narrative flow). By contrast, he fails to breathe much life into the modern day scenes and characters. This may be partly an intentional contrast, but either way these scenes are rather flat. Nonetheless, the book is hugely enjoyable. The demonical architect Nicholas Dyer (the 20th c. detective is the Hawksmoor of the title) is a great creation, and the dark world he inhabits stands with the classics of the literature of the macabre and supernatural. It will certainly impell a London (or London bound) reader to explore the churches built by the historical Hawksmoor with new eyes, as however fantastical the story, the geography and architectural details are completely accurate. I remember well seeing tramps descend into the shelter in the understory of Christchurch Spitalfields.
The structurally flawless (and very chilling) 'Dan Leno and the Limehouse Golem', which inhabits the London of Jack the Ripper and the heyday of the Music Hall, is also highly recommended.
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Summary: Not the best introduction to Ackroyd
Review: The historical detail in this book is fabulous - I work opposite Christ Church in Spitalfields and I am intrigued to know more about the real Nicholas Hawksmoor. What interests me is where Ackroyd had the idea to make Hawksmoor a Satanist and to interpret the architecture of these churches so as to see occult references everywhere.The story itself, though, was heavy-going and I almost did not finish the book. The book, whilst interesting, was somewhat disappointing compared to Ackroyd's other works. (I previously reviewed this in 1999 and my opinion has not changed) If you are interested in Peter Ackroyd or historical London, his biographies of Dickens and London are terrific.
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Summary: NOTICE!
Review: The reviews below are, it seems, written by Stephen King fans - they seem to rate fullness and speed of plot above imagination, originality, atmosphere, characterisation and wit. Poor fools them.
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Summary: London is Life
Review: This was the first Ackroyd novel I read and I was hooked. The ability to bring together past and present, to suggest how a city lives us, is superb. But even more so is his ability to fascinate us with things like architectural details. True, the plot didn't make a lot of sense. It was not until I read his biography of More that I realized that the true protagonist of all Ackroyd's works is the City of London and Westminster and the true theme of all his novels is how place defines and shapes us. By the time he published London: A Biography, I was half expecting the work given all his previous books. But I wonder what he makes of Thatcher's and Blair's destruction of London through a combination of market fundametalism and Disneyland. I suppose, given the last chapter of London, he thinks London will simply absorb and transform them.
If nothing else, readers of this novel will never look upon the places in which they live in the same way again.
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Summary: London is Life
Review: This was the first Ackroyd novel I read and I was hooked. The ability to bring together past and present, to suggest how a city lives us, is superb. But even more so is his ability to fascinate us with things like architectural details. True, the plot didn't make a lot of sense. It was not until I read his biography of More that I realized that the true protagonist of all Ackroyd's works is the City of London and Westminster and the true theme of all his novels is how place defines and shapes us. By the time he published London: A Biography, I was half expecting the work given all his previous books. But I wonder what he makes of Thatcher's and Blair's destruction of London through a combination of market fundametalism and Disneyland. I suppose, given the last chapter of London, he thinks London will simply absorb and transform them.
If nothing else, readers of this novel will never look upon the places in which they live in the same way again.
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Summary: In praise of Hawksmoor!
Review: Unlike some readers who have reviewed this work, I found it utterly compelling. The atmosphere of old London was masterfully evoked and the psychology of the principal characters was particularly well wrought. That Nicholas Dyer was a master of the "Magick Arts" but was beset by paranoia and depression, let alone his physical ills, made him an entirely believable person; very different from the usual fictional mage who is master of everything. Likewise, Hawksmoor's mental disorder and gradually loosening grip on his reality made for a sadly credible character. I found the 18th century style of writing to be highly readable with a minimum of effort, yet it added greatly to the creation of the atmosphere of the historical period. I think that the author must have devoted a great deal of careful attention to this aspect of the novel; as he must also have done to his researches into the churches and geography of old London. A dark and scary story; and I am slightly spooked that I found my copy at a second hand stall near the Thames just after a walk that had taken me unknowingly past St. Mary Woolnoth's church and a number of other locations in the book !
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