The Veuve Clicquot is flowing tonight. There are no Lenten sacrifices besides the odd politician and sex worker. It’s Fat Thursday, the day Richard Godwin’s blue-eyed Apostle begins his rise. Just in time for the bloody affair of crucifixion right prior to Easter and resurrection and all.
True enough, ‘Apostle Rising’ is no novel for the fainthearted. It’s already been said in a few reviews. But I’m a style hog, no matter what the genre. I’ll suck every last drop out of poetic prose. And this novel gives both on top of a tight plot. Heaven.
Richard is the perfect setup. High IQ embellished with an education inconceivable to most Americans, on top of an extraordinary talent for writing. It’s his time.
He might’ve shaved off a bit from the beginning of the novel—and that’s been mentioned as well—but the symphony of the whole of his words is swoon-worthy.
Some of the killings are radically graphic to some, poetry to others. Never has being carved up sounded as a bittersweet acid trip.
She felt her body no longer belonged to her and in the intervals he allowed between the cutting she fell backwards into memories she had carefully concealed behind what seemed suddenly now nothing more than a work facade. Each time he penetrated her, each time she felt the sharp breaking of her skin, its rending by the polished metal whose glint was the constant image in her torture, she felt a conflict of cold and warmth as the weapon entered her, summoning the rush of bodily fluids from her…
…The faces of lovers fled across her mind like supplicant spirits, their bodies’ warmth leaving her now, her feeling of them deserting her like a wasted limb. Her husband lay across her, a solid weight she wanted to throw off and she looked down seeing her body held less fluid than the carpet, thinking how do we hold so much of it as the tide of her life slowed, her heart aware of its own redundancy.
This is pure Godwin.
One critic, Bruce Grossman of bookgasm, called ‘Apostle Rising’ ‘a great introduction to Godwin’s style and talent for prose.’
CrimeTime called it ‘An arresting and cleverly plotted police procedural married to gothic horror and the aesthetics of the slasher genre Apostle Rising is an unusual and memorable crime story.’
But the best summary I’ve read to date—and this one comes from the ARC review phase—is author Vincent Zandri’s. In short, ‘Engrossing, exquisite…horror so disturbing but beautifully written…a noir tour de force.’ ‘Apostle Rising is exactly that.
As I take my aspirin before bed, a final note: I believe ‘Apostle Rising’ will indeed be the next runaway bestseller and I, among untold others, patiently await the sequel.