By Michael Bailey
Michael Bailey’s new novel charts the unsettling and robust tale of 1 younger man’s slide right into a harassed reality.
‘I were highly encouraged through JD Salinger – The Catcher within the Rye,’ observes Edinburgh writer Michael. ‘I get pleasure from utilizing the 1st individual narrative and this kind works good with An Hour within the Darkness.’
Michael’s novel starts while his narrator, Franklin, suffers a bang on his head that jars his seize on fact. Franklin starts off his determined trip via his domestic city in his seek of affection, forgiveness and figuring out. He reveals convenience in conversations along with his younger sister Jenny – yet as he finds himself to be a hugely unreliable narrator, we needs to ask if Jenny exists or is simply a figment of his stricken brain?
Franklin is more and more wasting contact with fact whilst, opposed to the backdrop of an area landmark he meets a guy he believes to be God. This stranger tells of his personal son who had comparable difficulties and in his expanding confusion Franklin believes the guy is likening him to Jesus. As Franklin’s existence spirals additional uncontrolled his behaviour turns into ever extra erratic, culminating in his touching, scary makes an attempt to win the affections of market-girl Ronnie, who's interested and nervous in flip by way of this unusual, humorous, in poor health younger man.
Dealing with such common issues as loss, love, guilt, forgiveness, relationships and psychological future health, this can be an unsettling, yet strong, novel with a purpose to entice readers of books corresponding to The surprise of the autumn.
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