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You wouldn t think that an old fashioned way of writing, as in the odd numbered chapters of this book, could put me off I mean, I ve learnt Anglo Saxon and Old Icelandic, and Middle English is easier for me than a post modern novel Oddly enough, though, this has been called a post modern novel though the author, apparently, somewhat disagrees , so maybe that s why.Actually, though I found those sections off putting, I found them better written and interesting than the modern sections I ve read other work by Peter Ackroyd and found them flat he actually managed to catch my interest with the parts set in the 1700s, but the rest He has a very dry style This happened and then he went and did this, because someone else was doing this Then he did this and said something about it and I have to confess I skim read this, and probably won t remember much about it in a week The ideas are fascinating, but ach, I don t get on with Peter Ackroyd Things They Don t Teach You in Architect School No 12 once the foundations of your new church are dug, don t forget your human sacrifice Some kid around 8 to 12 is the best, but in a pinch, any old tramp will do. #Free Epub ⚜ Hawksmoor ¹ There Is No Light Without Darknesse And No Substance Without Shaddowe So Proclaims Nicholas Dyer, Assistant To Sir Christopher Wren And Man With A Commission To Build Seven London Churches To Stand As Beacons Of The Enlightenment But Dyer Plans To Conceal A Dark Secret At The Heart Of Each Church To Create A Forbidding Architecture That Will Survive For Eternity Two Hundred And Fifty Years Later, London Detective Nicholas Hawksmoor Is Investigating A Series Of Gruesome Murders On The Sites Of Certain Eighteenth Century Churches Crimes That Make No Sense To The Modern Mind If this was a movie, this is what most likely what your experience of watching it will be.It opens with a dark, ancient looking world, so you begin with a quiver of excitement Actually, it ll be London, in the early 18th century The characters, and the way they speak, look and sound queer on paper, its a very old english with lots of weird spellings and words with their first letters capitalized, like There is no Light without Darknesse and no Substance without Shaddowe Sort of where Jack the Ripper can come out in the screen anytime, gutting a prostitute.An architect, Nicholas Dyer, is commissioned to build seven churches in London Unknown to everyone except to his fellows in the cult , he is a devil worshiper So he buillds these churches, infusing therein the requirements of the black arts he knows, among which is the need to have human lives sacrificed for these structures, sort of like the bottles of wine being smashed against boats or ships before their maiden voyage He begins killing people for this.Fast forward some 250 years later, in the 20th century There s a series of gruesome murders The sites are these same churches, now old A detective named Nicholas Hawksmoor is investigating these crimes.Dyer s world and that of Hawksmoor somewhat mirror each other, like the latter is but a refrain of a song of long ago From start to finish you and your movie companions are at the edge of your seats in suspense, with thick, palpable air of horror hanging over the cinema.Then the movie ends You all go out, discuss the movie, and quarrel over it. What an amazing book Profound, intriguing, emotionally heart felt, disturbing Everything you could want out of book Which is to say an incredible novel but not for everyone.Reading HAWKSMOOR heartily rang the area of my aesthetic bells that J.G Ballard or Steven Millhauser also chime and I can distinctly remember being dismayed by reviews on Goodreads that dismissed those authors with unlikeable characters , too cold , too British , too removed or, in Millhauser s case interested in ideas than people Now, this does not seem to be a problem for me as, on the one hand, I know some cold, distant, removed people a few of them may even be British and so this writing approach strikes me as true to life there are all kinds of people in the world And as for interested in ideas well, yes, novelty for its own ends itself can be a trap especially in genre fiction but, in the hands of an able bodied author who wouldn t be interested in an examination of ideas So, for some, you may not like HAWKSMOOR even the author considers it something of a flawed work because of his inexperience in writing characters at the time and yet I say, perhaps not , because the authorial investigation of the two main characters was one of the things I personally loved about this book Here, too, a word about genre HAWKSMOOR is a crime novel that is about the murderer than the murders, a detective novel that is about the Detective than the process of detection, a mystery story that is less interested in solving a mystery than it is about expounding on mystery , an historical novel that is a historical and, it could be argued, a horror story that utilizes some standard tropes of the genre primitive demonology, occult architecture, human sacrifice, the mutability of time but not in any of the usual, mechanical ways no chants, no tentacled things reaching through holes in the air, no master plan to birth the Anti Christ This is the kind of book postmodernism was invented for The plot is fairly simple we follow parallel strands of narrative taking place in London one in the 17th Century, as Nicholas Dyer, architect under Christopher Wren, plots his building and refurbishing of London s great churches after the two fisted historical sucker punch of the Plague and the Great Fire has nearly scoured the map clean Dyer has a very particular worldview, heavily informed by arcane knowledge of the past and occult philosophy, as well as his harrowing early life as an orphan in the squalid streets he is a calculating but emotionally unbalanced man, scheming, paranoid and very intelligent and he means to make his mark on London and history itself through his Great Work Meanwhile, in 1980s London, DSI Nicholas Hawksmoor is set to the task of solving a series of murders taking place on the grounds of these selfsame churches Hawksmoor is a rational, controlled man as befits a detective he could be seen as the end result of the Sherlock Holmes character a man who sees patterns in everything and is adept at separating useless information from worthwhile data But then why is he having so much trouble with these murders Beyond the basic plot, though, HAWKSMOOR is a fascinating and deep interrogation of rationality and superstition, of humanity and science, how one lives one s life by a belief system and what happens when that system finds itself under assault.If all that sounds intriguing, read this book There are echoes of the recent TV show TRUE DETECTIVE here and Alan Moore built upon some of the ideas from HAWKSMOOR in his brilliant work about the Jack The Ripper murders, From Hell, which is why I first added this to my reading list decades ago Gull, in FROM HELL, could be seen as taking advantage of Dyer s groundwork I m glad I did And now, into the spoiler zone and some in depth analysis for those who have read the book view spoiler Ackroyd s use of an Olde English writing style does a marvelous job of not only capturing a voice and the time period, but also of resonating with the material and its concerns the capitalizations and occasional antiquated word or term reminding us how powerful language is and yet how easily it falls aside under the sway of history Words must be pluckt from Obscurity and nourished with Care, improved with Art and corrected with Application Labour and Time are the Instruments in the perfection of all Work says Dyer No mere po mo affectation, this What impressed me was how sympathetic Dyer is as a character A poor wretch, a smart boy born into terrible circumstances who rises by a combination of luck, cunning, intelligence and perseverance, yet driven by a belief system that puts him at odds with his own time And even this belief system, atavistic and superstitious as it is, holds some appealing truths not just the sour reflections on corrupt humanity Dyer can not bring himself to believe in mankind, and thinks they are ruled only by profound terror, a view supported by the cesspit around him and mirrored in Bedlam and given the scenes of Modern London we are also shown, not so squalid but still as inhuman for the mentally ill and those made lonely by civilization , we understand Hawksmoor s emotional anomie as well but also canny reflections on rationality s propensity to demystify and reduce, to atomize and disenfranchise well shown in the dialogue at the playhouse We find ourselves questioning Wren s assurance that there is a difference between phrensies and inspirations from our personal experience if nothing else In this sense, Dyer is fascinating as an occupant of a particular moment in history, as the new system begins to uproot the old yet the implications of the new are just as terrifying, in different ways, than the barbaric old.But, in the end, Dyer is also a monster, murdering men and children powerful sequences sketching the varied vice ridden inhabitants and criminals of London brought to mind the police line up opening of Algren s The Man With the Golden Arm of all things, as well as contrasting the viciousness, barbarity and general abuse with Dyer s methodical, ritualized murder , biliously mocking the beginnings of our scientific age the scene of Wren s speech to the Royal Society with Dyer s sarcastic, sinister asides is also excellent and yet forced to hide his monumental works in plain sight and guard their secrets jealously and murderously even, as it turns out, mistakenly His grand philosophy is informed and poisoned by his own personal history, motivated by fear, paranoia and awful example And this depth of character is also helped by the resonance and echoes to be found in the victims the young boy who builds model cathedrals, the harrowing history of a poor man s descent into mental illness his social incapacity seen also in Dyer and homelessness.I felt the origin of Dyer s belief system, his being taken in from the awful street life by the Enthusiastiks who strike me as learned Decadents Hellfire Club types, although this is cannily left to the imagination and tutored in a schismatic, esoteric thought that builds on his own naturally cynical view of humanity given his experiences, who could blame him was quite well done Rarely has the psychology of the sinister character that motivates plots like these been so well developed On the other hand and in retrospect rightly so Hawksmoor starts out as a cold, mechanical cypher, slowly unraveling in the narrative before us as he questions the subjectivity of reality And why rightly so It seems that applying terms like protagonist and antagonist to a book like HAWKSMOOR is near useless The doubling and twinning of Dyer an apt name, in retrospect and Hawksmoor that builds throughout the book is subtle, deep and amazingly deft He s cunning, though Then he pointed to his own head He s very cunning The repetition plotting of blueprints and building of models shaping space to human intent, a figure is seen falling across the sky , the echoes a compass lost is found again, listeners to popular music keeping time in storefronts, two landladies, two Walters , the turns of phrases and subtle indications of malleable time Hawksmoor just cannot find the famed Meridian, even when directed to it, the timing is the major problem in examining the crime scenes, time and geography are frequently blurred, smudged and distorted under the monuments influences or is that just the nature of time and the human mind all seem to point towards success in Dyer s obscure plans I have built an everlasting Order, which I may run through laughing no one can catch me now but to what end The framing of that quote seems to imply that the desire despite all the profound talk is to escape the absolute that is Death, a basic human motivation And does Dyer succeed There are no solid answers given to almost any of the novel s questions frustrating for some, I imagine One could argue that in essence what Dyer has achieved is to have metaphorically placed a mirror in time on one side is over emotional Dyer, fighting his arcane war against rationality as he rages, plots, murders and succumbs to paranoia while achieving his goal and his inverted reflection centuries later is Hawksmoor, the stolid, reliable, rational and emotionally disconnected man who eventually unravels under the weight of a mystery that doesn t make sense, and which causes him to question the entire foundation of his worldview, to wonder whether all the patterns he sees are parts of a larger scheme or merely the human mind sifting reassuring order from chaos itself merely a hard wired animal survival technique and not indicative of any larger truth One could phrase this in numerous clunky ways Hawksmoor is Dyer reincarnated or that Dyer possesses Hawksmoor but these are reductive genre terms and don t do justice to the intense and evocative writing My own take is the visual one I presented Dyer and Hawksmoor are the same person, a continuum or life line split halfway along its length, each side reflecting an inverted vision of the other.So, who is the murderer in modern London Again, in clunky genre terms we might tick off the usual suspects an unknown killer , an unknown killer possessed by Dyer , Dyer himself, moving through time , Dyer himself in the past, his actions on his victims echoing in modern time through some arcane temporal power , some evil force conjured by Dyer s action working in the present but none of these answers are satisfying and again the author does such a good job of making these narrative concepts moot that I can t help but feel the answer is contained in my given conception the reason why Hawksmoor can t solve the murder, the reason it makes no sense is because HE is the murderer, acting unconsciously thus reinvigorating an old noir trope without resorting to the predictable amnesia card although, as I said, the actual how of it seems moot at least in the sense that he IS Dyer inverted.And so does Dyer s plan succeed Yes and no On a large scale, yes, he has created his churches and they are sunk deep into the history and fabric of London like monumental stone sentinels around which the temporal currents of history crash, ebb and churn, never changing in themselves but deforming the flow of life and events Elaborating from Alan Moore s conception in FROM HELL, Dyer can be seen to have magically, symbolically locked the heart of London into place as a vast Pitte, a frozen point in time, leaking corruption into the city and the world I mention FROM HELL because I felt Moore s point in that work was not just that Gull had merely succeeded in killing some women and attaining his personal enlightenment from the power released, but that he had also succeeded in binding, in the occult sense, the symbolic concept of women to this fearsome invention of the serial killer, codifying it into the culture of the 20th Century as an awful, real world bogeyman, the manifestation of his own and his culture s misogyny let loose to threaten and terrorize as it echoes through time.But on the human scale no Dyer does not succeed in cheating death by dodging through a hole in time no one can catch me now instead, he plunges through the metaphorical mirror and lives the awful life of Hawksmoor himself from the heights of respect and notoriety down into despair of failure and loneliness and then, finally, terminating by facing his own reflection in his church and thus there is nowhere to go, there is only solitude and loneliness because there is only yourself and your actions after all hide spoiler So the blurb on the back of the book had almost zero to do with the plot, which involves the Plague and the Great Fire of London, and an 18th century Satan worshiping church builder who sacrifices children, and mysterious present day murders at those churches which may or may not be being perpetrated by a ghost it s a deeply weird book It s also one of those books that was clearly written for other writers He s put together the narrative like a piece of old fashioned clockwork, and it s breathtaking stuff Motifs, names, events, character s gestures, they all keep clicking and whirring around and around each other, cog and teeth fitting so seamlessly it makes you feel all liquidy inside This book also had some of the most gorgeous lines of any I ve recently read Anxiety was, for her, a form of prayer Oh so perfect Which is why at the end I threw the book across the room It had been such a perfect read until the last two chapters when nothing happened The characters just did one rotation and the mechanism wound down No real climax, no resolution, I m not even sure what the hell happened, to be honest. This tale of the merged identities of a 17th century London architect and a contemporary police detective is wracked with darkness and terror Few novels have ever had such a smashing impact on me, leaving me close to collapse Magnificent style by Ackroyd as always but not offset by his often too cleverness It won major awards, then seems to have been largely forgotten Come on, lads, lets not let it get away. Though this is a fairly short book at 217 pages, it is not an easy read, in part because the historical chapters are written in olde English which takes some getting used to When I reached part two, I decided to stop and begin reading the book over again I found I was understanding the language a bit better but I also realized there were coincidences across time to which I should be paying closer attention I also wanted to acquaint myself with the actual historical events of the time period before continuing.The story begins in the early 18th century when architect, Nicholas Dyer, has been commissioned to build seven new churches in London, a city devastated by the Great Plague of 1665 followed by the Great Fire of London in 1666 Note that Peter Ackroyd has played with the name of the actual architect, Nicholas Hawksmoor, and increased the number of churches he designed by one Dyer is a practitioner of the ancient dark arts and includes symbols of his religion in his designs while concealing a sacrificial murder at each as well My churches will indure, I reflected I have liv d long enough for others, like the Dog in the Wheel, and it is now the Season to begin for myself I cannot change that Thing call d Time, but I can alter its Posture and, as Boys do turn a looking glass against the Sunne, so I will dazzle you all The chapters alternate between the past and modern day London 1985 where a series of murders are occuring at each of Dyer s churches which are under investigation by senior police officer, Nicholas Hawksmoor Names, words and objects from the past echo in the present in a fascinating way, while issues about time and dust are repetitive threads The reader watches in horror as both Nicholas Dyer and Nicholas Hawksmoor unravel before our eyes as they pursue their life missions This is a strange, complex book but worth reading. And so the facts don t mean much until you have interpreted them The task of a writer is to interpret the facts Peter Ackroyd is a master of dark interpretations of history and his Hawksmoor is one of such eisegeses establishing the murky and murderous rapport between the past and the present.Do cathedrals houses of God serve the living or do they glorify the dead The Night was far advanc d, and the Clock struck Eleven as we entered the Street I wanted no Coachman to see us, so I took him by the Arm and led him thro Alleys to the Church He had so got his Load, as they say, that he came along with me quite willingly and was even ready to sing out loud as we cross d the dark and empty Lanes.Do you know this one, do you he asks Wood and clay will wash away, Wash away, wash away, Wood and clay will wash away I have forgot the rest, he adds as he links his Arm in mine Then on reaching Lombard Street he looked up at me Where are we going, Nick We are going Home, says I and pointed out to him the Church of St Mary Woolnoth with the Scaffolding upon it.This is no Home, Nick, at least not for a Live Man History repeats itself as farce but this farce may grow into the blackest comedy Is Dust immortal then, I ask d him, so that we may see it blowing through the Centuries And in a feigned Voice he murmured, For Dust thou art and shalt to Dust return Then he made a Sour face, but only to laugh the Evil is universal and eternal so it can t be drowned even in the currents of time. SUMMARY Inspector Morse meets the Time Travellers Wife with a hint of Grand Designs But without the actual in plot benefits of inexplicable time travel, a love interest or Kevin McCloud THE LONG WINDED VERSION Ah London, the Big Smoke, the Great Wen, the sunken, scum ridden, grease spotted, pitted underbelly of the Old World New York is referred to as the Big Apple, which implies shiny, fresh ripened juiciness If London was a fruit it would probably be that odd looking stinky one that comes from Cambodia, whatsitcalled Ah the Durian thanks Google.Peter Ackroyd knows a lot about London and all of his books revolve around creating diverting Poe esque tales of ghostly mystery and imagination Stories which he then dresses with his frankly encyclopaedic knowledge of London s social history and development There s not a nook, cranny, wient or alley which Ackroyd doesn t know about and that is part of the joy of his writing So, two intertwining tale of black magic, murder and devilment set amongst the hallowed cloisters of the greatest churches in London Evil from the past echoes through the ages frequently in the format of ye oldy worldy English and the hidden signs and symbols of architect Nicholas Dyer act as a conduit to the future and Detective Nick Hawksmoor who is somewhere in the 20th century trying to clean up modern murders in the same churches Dyer is based on the 17th century Nicholas Hawksmoor who was a real chap and as the go to guy behind Christopher Wren s work was commissioned in 1711 to design 6 churches St Alfeges, Greenwich St Georges, Bloomsbury St Mary Woolnoth, St Georges East Wapping St Annes at Limehouse and most famously, Christchurch Spitalfields Ackroyd has obviously performed a historical switcheroo by naming his modern day protagonist and detective, Nicholas Hawksmoor thus continuing that echoes through eternity theme Uh huh, I like what you did there Obviously there is no real evidence that Hawksmoor was a devil worshipper who cunningly hid satanic squigglings in these churches, however that will not stop a bunch of overwrought historical scholars suggesting such things and cheerfully it was this nonsense which inspired Ackroyd to write what is, in my opinion, a damn fine read Applause for Mr Ackroyd.