Simon Baker

Village life can be gripping

Susan Hill's Black Sheep is snappy, personal and moving

issue 02 November 2013

Black Sheep opens biblically, with a mining village named Mount of Zeal, which is ‘built in a bowl like an amphitheatre, with the pit winding gear where a stage would be’. It is divided into Lower, Middle and Upper Terrace, the last-mentioned known by the locals as Paradise. If, like many bookshop browsers, you judge a novel by its first page rather than by its cover, you might think, at this early point, that Susan Hill’s fairly recent theological studies sit heavily on the structure. You might expect (not necessarily with wild excitement) a familiar tale of stock characters and their moral failings.

But it’s not like that. The opening page or two mislead benignly, giving a generalised feel to what is, in fact, a personal and moving novella. Black Sheep concerns the kind of village life we prefer not to think of: a microcosm, in which one’s opportunities are slender to the point where the future is provided ready-made, whether it fits or not.

The Howker family are a fixture in Mount of Zeal, and on the surface seem liberated rather than confined by the prescriptiveness of a place with a mine and nothing else.

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