THE VICAR OF SORROWS

The prolific novelist and biographer, and well-known apostate from the Church of England, here records in fiction a similar loss of faith. More so than his previous novels (Daughters of Albion, etc.), this is very much of our times, and incorporates language and themes unusual for this once veddy proper Englishman. Francis Kreer, a middle-aged vicar in a small London suburb, seems the perfect clergyman: his theology is mainstream C of E, his family life is suitably dull, and he even brushes up his classics with a few friendly parishioners. But Francis's world comes tumbling down when his mother dies unexpectedly, having added a disturbing codicil to her will: She leaves a significant part of her sizable estate to a former lover. Suddenly, Francis indulges his worst thoughts and emotions. His twitty, girlish wife disgusts him, causing her to have panic attacks; he begins to neglect his beloved daughter; and, worst of all, career-wise, he no longer believes in God. The moment Francis begins to ``go funny,'' the parish begins to disintegrate. The obnoxious Low Church couple, the Spittles, raise their troublemaking to a new level when Mrs. Spittle publicly (and absurdly) accuses Francis of sexually accosting her. Francis's best friend from seminary is no help either—an effeminate Anglo-Catholic, he's already been sanctioned by the Archbishop for some public restroom exploits. Just as Francis's mania increases, a band of hippie wanderers set up camp nearby, and among the scruffy bunch Francis spots his salvation: a beautiful young violinist who dropped out of conservatory to bum around with her junky boyfriend. While Francis neglects parish duties and pursues the girl, his own daughter becomes a religious fanatic, hoping Jesus will restore her family. But things get only worse. By the end, Francis has gone completely bonkers. Certainly the darkest of Wilson's novels: a superb web of secrets and misunderstandings that ends with an affirmation—all the more powerful for being hard-earned.