The Manningtree Witches Audible Audiobook – Unabridged
England, 1643. Parliament is battling the King; the war between the Roundheads and the Cavaliers rages. Puritanical fervour has gripped the nation, and the hot terror of damnation burns black in every shadow.
In Manningtree, depleted of men since the wars began, the women are left to their own devices. At the margins of this diminished community are those who are barely tolerated by the affluent villagers - the old, the poor, the unmarried, the sharp-tongued. Rebecca West, daughter of the formidable Beldam West, fatherless and husbandless, chafes against the drudgery of her days, livened only by her infatuation with the clerk John Edes. But then newcomer Matthew Hopkins, a mysterious, pious figure dressed from head to toe in black, takes over The Thorn Inn and begins to ask questions about the women of the margins. When a child falls ill with a fever and starts to rave about covens and pacts, the questions take on a bladed edge.
The Manningtree Witches plunges its readers into the fever and menace of the English witch trials, where suspicion, mistrust and betrayal ran amok as the power of men went unchecked and the integrity of women went undefended. It is a visceral, thrilling book that announces a bold new talent.
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|Listening Length||12 hours and 44 minutes|
|Author||A. K. Blakemore|
|Audible.in Release Date||04 March 2021|
|Best Sellers Rank|| #19,907 in Audible Books & Originals (See Top 100 in Audible Books & Originals) |
#4,699 in Literature & Fiction (Audible Books & Originals)
#222,577 in Literature & Fiction (Books)
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Unfortunately, that’s where the positives end. There is zero plot. None. Not even a misty spectre of a story. It is a procession of episodes, listlessly linked. Characterisation is weak. My God, this is Matthew Hopkins, Witchfinder General! - yet he comes across as an insipid vicar with a mild taste for light detective work
The point-of-view shifts in a bewildering way. Perspectives are mystifying. Young Suffolk women possess vocabularies far beyond likelihood. “Pullulating”. Really?
It ends with a trite little Woke-sermon on how the English “exported” the witch craze all around the world, presuming that other cultures are pitifully incapable of burning witches all by themselves.
A K Blakemore is talented. She will surely write better novels than this. She needs to
These are just a couple of a lot of these errors. There is no way you can see Kent from Lawford. Nobody would go to Colchester via Dedham they would go directly by Ardleigh. I may be an old pedant, but there was no need to make these mistakes, because they are not being done with artistic licence for an effect to benefit the story.
The choice of font didn't help as it was very hard to read, but the main reason was that I was beyond bored, and had got to the point where I was "trying" to read it. That's when you have to give up.
A.K.Blakemore has previously published poetry and this is her first novel, she is certainly a talent, demonstrating fabulous and inventive use of language and her words have the power to make you stop and think, she writes with great tenderness, I read the chapter entitled Vagrancy several times as it was so impressive.
The trial scenes were transcribed to modern language by the author but are factually close to the original transcripts.
Eagerly looking forward to anything else this author cares to write.
The primary task of the novelist whose subject is the past is to dissolve the barriers between that domain and the present tense of their reader. A.K Blakemore is just that talent: Where academic authority charts the placement of brick upon brick, Blakemore adds the charms and familiars that enliven the interstices of the fabric with the spark of life. Her subjects are not the grandees around which lesser mortals fawn and genuflect, her subjects are the oppressed, the downtrodden and the persecuted. The true monster of the black hole at the dark heart of the novel, Matthew Hopkins, is a cruel practitioner of the dark arts of psychological warfare, a savage void at the core of an encirclement of terror. In scintillating passages of dialogue the author parlays techniques of psychological combat and manipulation that aim to strip those under examination of their stable foundation and core of moral authority and identity. Such are the same techniques as applied in the contemporary courts of theocrats, fascists, autocrats and demagogues. The women accused and brought under suspicion are subject to treatment and some practices no less unfamiliar to us in our own time.
The illuminating prose of A.K. Blakemore provides us with a passport and mode of entry into the past. Her lucid and powerful endeavour disperses some of the shadows therein, but not all: The shadows that remain are those of our own age.