This is a loosely connected series of tales which make up an intriguing, sometimes frustrating and occasionally both compelling and hilarious collection of ‘snatches’ from a bizarre alternative world history, which proclaims that there is no such thing as fiction, and that we are always one step away from destruction. Trotsky’s ghost, a cannibalistic contessa and a dog and his master who change places are just a few of the strange beings that stalk through the text as shadowy harbingers of our own inevitable doom.
Martin Rowson’s writing is like Mervyn Peake’s, richly spattered with phrases that reveal an artistic perspective — for instance St Simeon Stylites stares ‘fixedly into the spinning and crossing circles in the heart of the rising sun, bisected by a thin skirt of cloud’. The distortions which are a feature of his cartoons are prevalent here as he deals with history and narrative: what would have happened if, say, Christ ‘got off on a technicality’, or if Iscariot ‘went into olive-oil futures’; if Evelyn Waugh’s ‘first marriage was long and happy’, or if ‘the Roman Empire remained pagan’? There are plenty of striking tales here; and it is certainly worth wading through until the end.
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