Radiant by Kirsty A Wilmott: Local Author Book Review

While The Hebrew Bible depicts women in composite roles, from submissive domestic positions in a patriarchal society to powerful figures of leadership excelling moral courage, and in Abigailโ€™s case, political peace-making, there are few exceptions from the rule that, being it was written and compiled by a male scribal elite, the Hebrew Bible is narrated from a male perspective. There remains only one exception, an Egyptian slave called Hagar in theย Book of Genesis, where expression of any femininity derives from a character not linked to nobility. And herein lies the genius of local author Kirsty A Wilmottโ€ฆ..

Iโ€™m glad to find Kirstyโ€™s latest novel, Radiant popped through my letterbox, as we promised to review more local authorsโ€™ works. It is, essentially, a love story between Israelite Abigail and the future King David, but told through the varying point of views of her handmaidens.

Let it be known, Iโ€™m far from knowledgeable about biblical passages. Any understanding of it in this review was encouraged by this book, and I would recommend a little research before, or at least during, embarking on its complex and seemingly historically accurate narrative.

This story begins before the original texts, with Abigail as a child, and charters her life akin to classic novels like David Copperfield or The Count of Monte Cristo, rather than usual briskness of contemporary pulp fiction. Thankfully though itโ€™s not as lengthy, as I was thoroughly locked into this realm of yore, and would never have got this review out there!

To draw you in, everything from the artefacts to the social and political tenets of the era are meticulously researched, alongside the actual biblical story, and, I suspect, characters and situations from other scriptures are ingeniously intertwined too. It creates a vivid curiosity of the world in biblical times, just with a completely alternative perspective.  

It is the method which allows the reading to become somehow more modern, not just the concept of telling the tale from a female and enslaved point of view. Through the thoughts and separate lives of the handmaidens, each of them taking turns reciting a chapter, it creates alternative narratives, where their everyday occurrences and concerns might not necessarily be relevant to the actions of the men, where the story would usually be told. And, in turn, the happenings of the men, especially those of superior ranks, as they drink, fight, and treat the women as possessions, are depicted confusing or inconsequential to the lives of those telling this version of the story.

The handmaidenโ€™s lives, though, are intricately intertwined with their mistress, and they often seem to care more for Abigail, and her relationships with Nabal and later, David, as they do their own lives and interconnections. But living under their roofs and in their employment, itโ€™s understandable. In such, Iโ€™d compare the flow of this book with that of a soap opera, but please, that is meant as a compliment! For it can be no simple task for a writer to infuse all the lives of various soap opera characters into one combining narrative.

Yet, it is no soap opera in the modern sense, for the patriarchal context is so defined and entrenched, itโ€™s another world. The social roles and everyday depictions so strictly ruled, with an emphasis on betrothment, the divide between the genders is distanced beyond our normal, even modern historical allowances, and none would dare question it.

Meanwhile, the lives of the men are typically common with the modern world, and biblical battles for wives or other possessions, landgrabs and kingdoms arenโ€™t so dissimilar from blokes today, whether starting wars or punch-ups outside a Wetherspoons!

Kirsty makes no fantastical attempt to break these boundaries, leaving us with a harsh reality rather than a fairytale ending where the feminine get the upper hand or the slightest hope of their own governance. But they are not depicted as secondary in importance, as they were in most bible texts, and certainly not as intellectually inferior either. They have their own lives, and issues, aside shouldering bouts of the menโ€™s too, Kirsty weaves them as paramount above the bravadoism of their male counter-characters.

Given the synopsis I wondered to Kirsty if I should hand this project to one of our female writers, but she assured me it was suitable and aimed also for men. Not, I’d suggest, those testosterone-driven guys whose lifeโ€™s objectives is to race in fast cars, drink twenty pints and talk football, for they are the matching modern stereotype of the kings and soldiers in the book! Rather for the considerate fellow who favours walking in the shoes of others to better understand their take on a notion, yeah, Iโ€™d agree!

For I loved this fascinating and unique read. And in such, the choice of biblical story, where Abigail intervenes between her warring first husband and David, shoulders the blame, and twists Davidโ€™s vengeance into peace by talking him down, through the consideration he would not want the burden of needless bloodshed, and David praised her wisdom, spared Nabal, fell in love and married Abigail, was apt for the writing style. Itโ€™s as if Kirsty used the plot to define the writing style, and that is nothing short of precision sagacity.

It is within the harsh reality the patriarchal society is ingrained, that David takes other wives, and this becomes a talking point for readers of Radiant, to consider how different the story might be if set in modern times, and if, and how much progress weโ€™ve made on the way to gender equality. Yet it contrasts with the similarities of menโ€™s behaviour when their grievances are not depicted as glorifying, as they are in most biblical stories.

Radiant by Kirsty A Wilmott is published through Bear Press, is available from Devizes Books, other bookshops, or from her Website HERE.


Local Author’s Book Reveals Why Devizine Isn’t Funny Anymore

Devizine can reveal how a new book by a local author might possibly be the reason why Devizine isn’t as funny as it used to beโ€ฆ.

Devizine, it used to be funny, but sadly it seems it’s not so much anymore. Who took the banana skin from under its flip-flop? Who failed to give it a raspberry on the bouncy belly? Editor and creator of Devizine, Darren Worrow might have discovered why.

He said, โ€œIt’s a disgrace. This so-called author Darren Worrow has channelled all his pathetic attempts at humour into his new book Murder at the Scribbling Horse, and hardly bothered sharing anything the slightest bit amusing here on Devizine, as he once did; typical liberties from a loony leftie! And now he expects me to blow my own trumpet and sing his praises; what a pretentious twat! Shamelessly plugging his own book on his own website is surely proof.โ€

โ€œSet in the fictional Wiltshire market town of Slapam-on-the-Fye, which is nothing like any real Wiltshire market town you might know of, it claims to be a murder-mystery, but the only true thing it murders is English literature.โ€

โ€œNeither is there any subtlety in it either, like there is with Devizine,โ€ Worrow waffled on sorrowfully wallowing. โ€œWorrow takes no prisoners, has gone all out and created an absolute work of filth; an offensive joke book with a sham narrative, just so he can say disgusting things about various celebrities, politicians and anyone else he doesnโ€™t like, despite the good honest work they’re doing to keep Britain free from logic and empathy.โ€

โ€œWith the mouth of a sailor, it downright disregards any level of intelligence locals might possess, and paints them all as so utterly idiotic the narration of the story has to be conveyed through the point of view of the pub dog; I donโ€™t think thatโ€™s funny at all. The dog is a depressing nihilist, who uses the opportunity to put the human world to rights, rather than getting on with telling the story, thatโ€™s why it stacks up over 500 pages. 500 plus pages of meandering woke filth, I might add.โ€

โ€œUsing a facade of a murder mystery, in which the frontman to a tribute act is murdered in the pub whilst they organise a fundraising music festival, as the plot thickens like moulded yogurt around his genitalia, it goes as far as disgracefully making a mockery out of petty local politics too. It’s the biggest crime against pop since David Bowie and Mick Jaggerโ€™s cover of Dancing in the Street. I’d rather lick that yogurt off than buy this book, but that’s probably what this sick perverted tyrant wants us to do.โ€

โ€œYou’re not going to enjoy reading it, as tea can scold you if dropped in your lap through laughing too much. Therefore I call upon Steer Karma and the government to ban this book for health and safety reasons.โ€

โ€œThis thing wouldnโ€™t have been published under Farage, you know? And thousands of flagpoles will now have to be erected to counteract the unpatriotic damage done, at the taxpayer’s expense too.โ€

The author of the book, Darren Worrow, rebukes comments made by the Devizine editor, Darren Worrow. โ€œThat guy is as thick as a Boxing Day turd and pissing into the wind,โ€ he said. โ€œOther than the fact I have released a new book, the rest is slanderous lies and Devizine will be hearing from my lawyers. Murder at the Scribbling Horse is a fascinating psychological study and critique of the modern world, questioning our nonacceptance of aging and the social and political issues it raises; with added knob jokes.โ€

The author became irate, claiming, โ€œfor eight long years I’ve been tirelessly promoting everyone else for peanuts. I’ve not even had the opportunity of taking a bath since, and I look like a Yeti past its sell by date. It’s about time I thought about myself for a change, and everyone can bloody well return the favour by buying my book!โ€

Eighties post-punk sensations Johnny Bunion and the Verrucasโ€™ most successful album, The Legend of Castle Grey Scholl, 1981.

Whatever happened to Johnny Bunion? His legend burnt out long before his candle ever did.

But the more pressing question must be, was it connected to the murder at the Scribbling Horse public house in the narrow-minded Wiltshire market town of Slapam-on-the-Fye, some forty plus years later? And if so, how?

To answer this you’ll need to research, and my book, Murder at the Scribbling Horse will be the only way to do that.

If there’s ever any proceeds from the book, they will go to a much needed new Lynx Africa deodorant set, and a Brazilian back, sack and crack wax for the obnoxious author; the twat needs it, he looks like Posie from the Flumpsโ€™ rustic vajazzle.

Seriously though, being funny is the only thing I’m serious about. If you laughed at any part of this internal press release you’re a bit weird, and the ideal target audience for my book! You’re going to laugh a kazillion times (thatโ€™s a zillion zillions) more with a copy Murder at the Scribbling Horse in your grubby mitts. And even if youโ€™ve no sense of humour, you know a good Christmas present idea when you see one!

You can buy the paperback online here. And the e-book here. It’s out for global distribution but buying direct from Lulu cuts out the middle man and gives the best royalties to the authors.ย 

Not for sale to children or the over sensitive, though; as if I needed to say!

Murder at the Scribbling Horse is available at Devizes Books for a reduced price of ยฃ20, and next Saturday 22nd November, I’ll be in the shop praying to the Norse god of biscuits someone might stop by and purchase a signed copy at the super reduced price of ยฃ20!

If you cannot make it, you can message me and I’ll personally deliver you a copy if you live locally. I still need to work out posting & packaging costs, so message me if it needs posting and Iโ€™ll let you know about that asap. Happy reading…well, I say that but do I really mean it, I mean, really?!


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Dinosaurs at Jurassic Hillworth Park!

Images: Jess Worrow Ah, for the connotations of US drive-in movie theaters, now in decline over the pond, but embedded as characteristic romantic americana; the rock n roll era, waking up little Suzie, and Danny Zuko making his move on Sandy while a monster movie plays on a giant screen in the background. It wasโ€ฆ

3 Daft Monkeys Jumping on The Barge at Honeystreet

I can be sent an album, review it because I love it, and put the artists atop of my cognitive must-see list. Although the list will grow as time progresses, Iโ€™m the elephant with a knotted trunk, awaiting some legendary local venue to announce, yeah, weโ€™ve got these guys comingโ€ฆโ€ฆ  In this case the legendaryโ€ฆ

โ€œPlayhouse Creaturesโ€ at The Wharf Theatre, Devizes, October 8th-10th – A preview

by Ian Diddams images by Simon Hoy This tragi-comic play, set in 1660s London, focuses on the first English actresses allowed on stage after the Restoration. It explores the lives, struggles and camaraderie of five women navigating a male-dominated world, dealing with sexual exploitation, ageing, and the fight for artistic freedom. Bawdily funny yet profound,โ€ฆ

Killers, Catalysts and Devizes Author Dave McKennaโ€™s New Novelette

On impulse I speculated, just short of a quarter way through this book and at the conjunction the format of the narrative is sussed, that if the author, Devizesโ€™ Dave McKenna, has a favourite Quentin Tarantino film it might be my favourite too, the lesser acclaimed Jackie Brown. Not for its plagiarism of blaxploitation nor usage of derogatory slangs, rather for the multiple point-of-view conclusion, because The Killer & The Catalyst follows this formula throughout, and this is what makes it engagingโ€ฆ.

This and breakneck volatility, conspiracy inducing, disloyal and sadistic action from nearly every character and the intense velocity itโ€™s all delivered with. Coincidently, Dave cites Tarantino as an influence at the back matter, alongside Harlan Coben and Stephen King. Some of the bookโ€™s settings are drawn from actual features and places in Devizes. Most commonly the now closed and speculated as haunted Roundway psychiatric hospital, and an alley besides it in which Dave elucidates his inspiration for the storyโ€™s events set there were developed from a real incident at the location. Itโ€™s with these eerie settings, familiar if youโ€™re local, I find understanding for citing King as an influence, especially to begin with; it feels like a horror, yet while the book has an unnerving ambience, a crime thriller might better pigeonhole it.

It’s causally written in a loose style with nothing academic about it, making it simple to digest, as if the narrator is on equal level to the characters, as if rambling the yarn to his mate in the pub. Breathes a sense of reality into it; the characters talk like you and I, therefore you identity, why not the narrator too? I like this relaxed and contemporary approach, particularly suits the plot and macho target audience; lads need to read more, and if thatโ€™s the case, this might be the book for them. Hyper popcorn-munching movie violence fashion this is.

Apostrophes are used instead of speech marks. This, and the abbreviation of okay to โ€˜OKโ€™ out of speech makes the grammar police inside me cringe, to be honest. Such usages and the out of speech line, โ€œThat was a piece of piss,โ€ implies this is hardly Dickens quality! But Iโ€™m willing to overlook and ignore these niggly criticisms for this book, because Dave McKenna can weave a story, dammit. He can evoke an appropriate mood within his readers, twist it, and he can suspend you on the edge of your seat. That makes him an author, not an ability to whisk long and misunderstood words (like wot I do to make me sound more intelligent than I is!)

Identifying the protagonist from the antagonist is questionable, when this periodic method of returning to the same opening scene with each point-of-view occurs, and thatโ€™s genius and a narrative difficult to construct. It conveys everything is not as it might seem from the angle of each individual and engages you into understanding the bigger picture. That is what makes The Killer & The Catalyst an absorbing and worthwhile read.

With the current state of the literature industry being itโ€™s who you are rather than how good you can write, I wouldnโ€™t imagine finding this on a supermarket shelf alongside ghost-written celebrity autobiographies. This is an example proving the asset of self-publishing, that which a mainstream publisher wouldnโ€™t touch, doesnโ€™t mean a person hasnโ€™t got an exceptional story to tell and the ability in which to write it, it simply means itโ€™s not commercially viable.

People merely need to be brave and take a lucky dip on a rising author, rather than accept what Waterstones throw at them. The Killer & The Catalyst is the good example of this, should you wish to be held in suspense and driven to question which characters were right and which were wrong, not forgoing indulging in some nasty scenes of violence to boot!

You can get The Killer & The Catalyst as paperback or Kindle on Amazon, or pop into Devizes Books for this page-turner, and youโ€™ll look forward to reading future yarns of Dave McKenna, of that Iโ€™m certain.


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DOCA Awarded National Lottery Grant

Congratulations to Devizes Outdoor Celebratory Arts, who announced yesterday that they’ve been awarded a substantial National Lottery Project Grant from Arts Council Englandโ€ฆ. Thisโ€ฆ

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Local Book Review: Dadโ€™s New Dress

Spent most of Pride month, and the following month too (what? Iโ€™m a slow reader and a busy chap!) reading an apt book, given to me be by a local amateur author, Molly Andersonโ€ฆ…

Okay, itโ€™s blatantly obvious from the off Molly is a pseudonym and while written third person narrative the motivation to write this comes from personal experience. Dadโ€™s New Dress is the eye-catching title, immediately evoking the archaic comical connotations of a Carry-On film. Yet while thereโ€™s subtle elements of humour, humour and drinking concerns away are just two of the initial coping strategies of the main character, Suzie, when she receives an email from her father informing her, heโ€™s coming out of the closet at seventy-years old and wants to identify as female. Shock and concern are the others. Now you see the reasoning for anonymity.

I like to think Iโ€™m acquiescent and submissive towards homosexuality and transgender, as is the virtue of modern thinking. Despite not being a construct I personally gravitate to, I take the opinion as someoneโ€™s gender preference affects me in no way whatsoever, why should it matter or bother me? Then I sympathise with the unpleasantness and misery anyone in such a position must face by the prejudices of others, and, taking this with the historical pretexts which has progressed us to this common acceptance, I feel, as the month of June suggests, pride. Pride that we now live in a society where the majority accept and are supportive of homosexuality and transgender rights.

Though weโ€™ve reached this triumphant stage in equality thereโ€™s a concern rearward thinking traditionalists promoting homophobia is growing. As an open-minded person, I assume I wouldnโ€™t succumb to such, but while Iโ€™ve had a few friends come out as gay, Iโ€™ve never had something so monumentally significant as a close family member tell me they want to change gender, like my dad. ย Dadโ€™s New Dress raises this alarm, challenges one’s resolution towards the notion, should the reader put themselves in Suzieโ€™s shoes, and perhaps they should, perhaps we all should, for it brings to the boil several areas of common concern.

Though they live in separate countries, the twenty-something daughter Suzie was clearly once Daddyโ€™s girl, and the revelation has shocked her, the progression of the narrative is her coming to terms with it.

It’s loosely written, chatty, the dialogue often obscures the darkest thoughts of Suzie or otherwise, perhaps too much, for me; I wanted to get deeper inside her head, and feel a first person narrative may’ve worked better for this. This is a feminine orientated coffee break read, and, without stereotyping too much, women tend to favour this style; chick-flick! Youโ€™ll get expansive off-topic conversation, subtly humorous and thoughtfully laid out, and know precisely what every character is wearing! Rather than a more masculine approach; Suzie doesnโ€™t murder her father and escape hanging out of a helicopter while a rainbow uniformed SWAT team try to pick her off!

If youโ€™re looking for comic book sensationalism, this isnโ€™t for you. Itโ€™s steady, reality-driven substance which knowledgably raises several interesting questions. Could you maintain your acceptance of the equality of gender preference, knowing next time you see your old man heโ€™s going to wearing a dress?! It must be said, Suzieโ€™s concerns teeter on the homophobic to begin with, or at least confusion as to how she will now interact and address her father. If that is, to be concerned for her own wellbeing and future interactions with her father isnโ€™t rather selfish, the emotions her father must be dealing with are not really covered from the one-sided angle the author has taken.

Weโ€™re treated to many of Suzieโ€™s reminiscences, recollections of interactions with her father as a young girl, and while thereโ€™s vague hints of his gender orientation, it goes obviously unnoticed by the innocence of her childhood. It is these parts which are the best written and emotive. They will come to the forefront when Suzie reunions with her father and rebuilds their relationship. The family bond shapes her blossoming acceptance for her fatherโ€™s desires, despite the growing intensity of the issue, from the initial etiquette in public and the paranoia of otherโ€™s reactions, to the later concerns for his gender realignment operation and partners, and throughout, her complete failure to use the correct pronouns!   

Yeah, so itโ€™s diary-like, with an erm, an open-ended but happier ending, and it is certainly thought-provoking. The creativeness of writing and ability to drive a plot here isnโ€™t as polished as it could be, yet it is inspired, and written with honour, dedication and emotion. Its charm is this individualised touch.

We live in a better world, not only for those with gender matters, but also for the scope of literature. Mainstream publishing limits material to the select few experts, whereas self-publishing opens the opportunity and freedom of expression to everyone. Everyone has a story to tell, this is Mollyโ€™s (or their real name,) and itโ€™s told for anyone to read.

You can buy Dadโ€™s New Dress, (not buy your dad a new dress!!) at Devizes Books, or online here.


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