The Spire by William Golding is a study of bringing the near-impossible into being.
Dean Jocelin has a vision: that God has chosen him to erect a spire on his cathedral. His mason advises against it, for the old cathedral was built without foundations. Nevertheless, the spire rises octagon upon octagon, pinnacle by pinnacle, until the stone pillars shriek and the ground beneath it swims. Its shadow falls ever darker on the world below, and on Dean Jocelin in particular.
‘Astounding . . . So recklessly beautiful, so sad and so strange . . . Holds such a place in my soul that it’s more or less a sacred text’ Sarah Perry
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William Golding was the only writer I have ever pursued. An Angry Young novel I wrote in three weeks when up at Cambridge, The Breaking of Bumbo, outsold Lord of the Flies that year for Faber &...
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