“Thirty years ago a young girl was found murdered in a sleepy Cornish village, and her death was the trigger for a spree of other killings.
The rest of the children have now grown up, and are still living in the same Pagan village.
But they have become as disturbed, frenzied, and often as dangerous as their deceased parents.
They still follow age-old sacrificial rituals to bring peace and prosperity to their lives.
But are the adults, who witnessed horrors in their childhood, now corrupting the next generation?
Into their midst comes the lithesome and mysterious, Lulu, who is determined to save the village.
But death, mayhem and terror follow in her wake.
And on Millennium Eve, ‘The Wicca Woman’ comes to its terrifying ritualistic and sacrificial climax.
But is this only the horrific beginning of what is yet to come…?”
When I recently stumbled over English author David Pinner’s most recent novel “The Wicca Woman” I knew instantly that I had to read it. The reason for my enthusiasm is that it this was the sequel to his debut novel “Ritual”. Published in 1968, “Ritual” was the inspiration for the cult classic horror film – and a huge favourite of mine – “The Wicker Man” – which clearly influences Pinner in his choice of title for this new (published in 2014) book.
Now, I must confess that I have never read “Ritual”, but figured it must be pretty good to have been responsible, even indirectly, for such a fantastic movie.
Well, having now finished “The Wicca Woman”, I have to say that if the first book was anything like this then I am frankly amazed that “The Wicker Man” came to be such a revered film. I really struggled with this book.
Aside from a few continuity errors – a character named Jimmy gets referred to as Paul then as Jimmy again, a chair becomes a sofa mid-scene – I found the actual writing to be the biggest barrier to enjoying the book.
None of the characters are particularly well-developed, so you don’t get a real feel for their personalities, and they all speak in a practically identical way. There are so many sentences that begin with “Yes…” or “See…”, as well as many passages of speech being punctuated by “…well,…”. To make matters worse no one actually says anything, every character’s speech is “riposted” or pretty much anything other than “said”.
Added to that is the overly flowery text, seemingly following the mantra why use one word when a dozen will do, and the constant reminders of who people are – a journalist / writer is referred to as “the writer” more than once every time the character is involved.
Far too much background information is presented in the form of the various characters’ thoughts, as if they all go round constantly thinking back over all manner of things, and the number of times that a group of characters, be they a group of children or of adults, seem to be able to react to things by “chorusing” complicated sentences together beggars belief.
Ultimately this would have made an OK short story, but not nearly enough action takes place in between all the purple prose to keep the interest going and I found the climax of the tale to be something of a let down too. I always try to be as positive as I can when writing about things – books, music, films – but in this instance that’s proven to be a challenge. Disappointing…