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 take pleasure in utilizing the 1st individual narrative and this type works good with An Hour within the Darkness.’
Michael’s novel starts whilst his narrator, Franklin, suffers a bang on his head that jars his take hold of on truth. Franklin starts his determined trip via his domestic city in his seek of affection, forgiveness and figuring out. He unearths convenience in conversations together 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 brain?
Franklin is more and more wasting contact with fact while, opposed to the backdrop of a neighborhood 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 fellow is likening him to Jesus. As Franklin’s lifestyles spirals extra 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 involved and anxious in flip by way of this unusual, humorous, unwell younger man.
Dealing with such common issues as loss, love, guilt, forgiveness, relationships and psychological healthiness, this can be an unsettling, yet strong, novel that allows you to attract readers of books corresponding to The surprise of the autumn.
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An Hour in the Darkness by Michael Bailey