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The Devil at Saxon Wall, Gladys Mitchell, Penguin Books, 1939, , . DOWNLOAD http://kgarch.org/1aYN1EV Just Love A Framework for Christian Sexual Ethics, Margaret A. Farley, 2006, Religion, 322 pages. This long-awaited book by one of American Christianity's foremost ethicists proposes a framework for sexual ethics whereby justice is the criterion for all loving, including .... The whispering knights , Gladys Mitchell, Aug 4, 1980, Fiction, 183 pages. Speedy death , Gladys Mitchell, Apr 1, 1988, Fiction, 190 pages. Wild Wales Its People, Language and Scenery, George Henry Borrow, Jul 1, 2004, History, 579 pages. I will not be hushed, said the woman, speaking English. "The man is a good man, and he will do us no harm. We are tinkers, sir; but we do many things besides tinkering, many .... Faintley speaking , Gladys Mitchell, Jan 1, 1979, , 376 pages. Rania an epic narrative, Dane Rudhyar, 1973, Fiction, 202 pages. 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While recovering after the birth of her first child, Constance dies under mysterious circumstances, and her husband succumbs during an operation soon thereafter. The Middleton baby is sent away and Neot House becomes vacant. Nearly a decade later, fiction writer Hannibal Jones retires to Saxon Wall in hopes that the change of surroundings will reinvigorate his writing and his life. Through other villagers, including his housekeeper, a dull-faced woman named Passion, he learns of the Middletons' fates, and that a relative of theirs is arriving to claim Neot House. Jones keeps busy studying the villagers and their various eccentricities. In Saxon Wall, for instance, lives Mrs. Fluke, a frightening old lady (and estranged mother of Mrs. Passion) with rumored black magic powers; the village vicar, Hallam, who's at war with the pagan townfolk over religion and the water supply; Miss Phoebe and Miss Sophie, sisters living with their goat, Gerald, who was "permitted the run of the house, and was taken out for exercise and on shopping expeditions;" and Mr. and Mrs. Tebbutt, who appear to Jones to be holding a piece of the Middleton puzzle, but are customarily tight-lipped. Many of the villagers are fearful and reverent of Hannibal Jones due to his imposing physique; he resembles the long thin man, a spirit said to haunt the hills of Godrun Down. The village is in the midst of a devastating drought, and people are starting to feel murderous as the vicar refuses to pray for rain on their behalf. The church water well receives a plague of dead frogs, a doorway is adorned with bloodied feathers, and eventually mysterious cloven hoofmarks appear on the ground and religious statues are displaced and carted around inside a wheelbarrow by a profane mob. Hannibal Jones learns that the babies born nine years ago to Mrs. Passion, Constance Middleton, and a simple-minded woman named Mrs. Pike may be a sharing a big secret, and when Jones (and the reader) finally untangles this story, a greater mystery presents itself: a man's body is discovered at Neot House. The Devil at Saxon Wall is one of Gladys Mitchell's most ambitious tales, offering up a busy and complicated plotline and vivid, memorably strange characters. The creation of this primal, so earthen as to be almost primordial community meets with great success, comparable to the mad village found in The Saltmarsh Murders and the sleepy, twilit town in The Rising of the Moon. Less successful, in my opinion, is the course on which the twisty, detail-labored plot runs. Much of the book's first half concerns itself with the parentage of three babies born nine years previously, a puzzle that relates only incidentally to the Middleton murders. Added to this, any information offered by the townfolk is often indirect and abstruse. Mrs. Bradley herself states that the natives "were incapable of making straight-forward statements...even their lies were elliptical." This trait lends flavor to characterization and tone, but it tends to hamper, if not defeat, the efforts of the fair-play mystery reader. Still, this is an entertaining, fast-paced story that has grand touches of (literally) natural scope: the parched earth, the cloudless, dry sky, and the pack of villagers caught in between. The apocalyptic downpour brought forth in the book's final lines is inevitable and satisfying, almost cleansing; it's not coincidental that Miss Mitchell chose to end a book rife with pagan thoughts and deeds with the following invocation: This is also one of a small number of books to contain a helpful--and in this case necessary--appendix chapter detailing notes from Mrs. Bradley's casebook. The observations found here are fascinating additions to the book proper, illumining particular characters ("Hallam," "Mrs. Tebbutt's Fears"), items ("goats," "speech"), and motives ("extraordinarily accomodating behaviour of the Chief Constable"). Notebook entries can also be found in the books The Mystery of a Butcher's Shop, The Saltmarsh Murders and Death at the Opera, where they're used to excellent effect. I wish more Mitchell titles offered this tidy and informative addendum. The Devil at Saxon Wall (1935), the result of hearing a lecture on witchcraft by Helen Simpson (to whom the book is dedicated), is unquestionably Gladys Mitchell’s triumph, both as a tale of mystery and as a tale of imagination. The book, as with many Mitchell novels, is multi-layered, for the book is a Mystery Play in the form of a detective story, an epic and elemental battle between God and the Devil; the plot is complex (some may feel that it is excessively so), the events and characters of the story are vivid and original, and the writing spirited, at once humorous and terrifying. The setting, as the book’s title suggests, is the Hampshire village of Saxon Wall. This is perhaps the best example of Mitchell’s uncanny ability to create a world by piling small detail on small detail, until the reader is forced into the belief that the (often improbable) place she describes could indeed exist in a remote corner of the world (other examples include the Greek sites of Come Away, Death and the stylised Canary Island of The Twenty-Third Man). The village is named after the vicar’s well, which used to belong to a Saxon monastery built on the site of the current vicarage, and which was “popularly supposed to possess healing properties―; in the twentieth century it is known never to have failed since parish records were kept. For that reason, the vicar, who, at the time of the story, is one Merlin Hallam, believes that the village should be called, not Saxon Wall, but Saxon Well. The roots of history are visible wherever one looks in Saxon Wall. The church boasts one of the earliest surviving rose windows in Britain. The populace (who have “thick, dirty hair, unkempt and more like frayed rope than anything else…, narrow, shifty eyes under curiously straight brows, low foreheads, big splayed feet, as though they were unaccustomed to the wearing of hard leather boots, and large, coarse hands on the ends of abnormally long arms― and are both “stupid and ferocious―) are descended from the heathen Jutes and Welsh Saxons, an ancestry reflected in the curious mixture of beliefs and pagan survivals: Biblical quotations have become part of everyday speech, while oaths are sworn by Woden and Thoden. The fascinating speech of the villagers is sometimes (and deliberately) hard to understand, not only in the misinterpretation of Biblical passages, but also the curious evasiveness: Mrs. Bradley believes that “the inhabitants of Saxon Wall were incapable of making straight-forward statements and in her unprejudiced opinion, even their lies were elliptical―, and the vicar feels that “the only time the conversations in this village ever make sense, they are so unthinkably lewd that one is grateful … for some obscurity in their meaning―. The popular pastimes of the villagers include cock-fighting, “an unbroken survival from the fourteenth century or earlier―, and adder-hunting, both of which Hallam attempts to ban, to some degree successfully. The most noticeable feature of this horribly rustic village, however, is the presence of witchcraft and the supernatural, the superb use of which puts all other attempts (including Mitchell’s own later ones in such later stories as The Worsted Viper and Merlin’s Furlong) to shame. “Witchcraft, which, in London, had seemed a matter of intellectual interest, fascinating geographically, historically and philosophically, seemed a force to be feared and loathed in Saxon Wall.― The local witch, Mrs. Fluke, who “had a name for being able to make the slow-worms and adders on the common dance on their tails by moonlight, and spell the names of the angels of darkness by their contortions at witches’ sabbaths― and who is supposed to have made a pact with the devil (popularly supposed to manifest himself from time to time in the village) at her cottage, wields considerable power in the village, showing the superstitious and fearful lot (including their squire) how to commit murders by witchcraft and how to bring the dead back to life.