So it was that within minutes of Father Vivyans soul leaving his body andsoaring God alone knows where...the silence of that religious house wasbroken...Had Fat... » 

So it was that within minutes of Father Vivyans soul leaving his body andsoaring God alone knows where...the silence of that religious house wasbroken...Had Father Vivyan been killed by his own pride and fanaticism by hisbelief that he could save a dangerous and mentally unstable boy? Had he beenkilled by his own fanatical posture his alliance with those whom the rest ofthe world saw as terrorists? Or had he been destroyed by the popular Press andin particular by the proprietor of The Legion Lennox Mark? Perhaps by a bit ofall those things...A.N.Wilson has written a savage satire on the morality ofcontemporary Britain its Press its politics its Church its rich itsunderclass. His London is a bleak if occasionally hilarious place murderousrandy moneyobsessed and haunted by strange gods. «