Saturday, 18 June 2011


The Bastard Hand.  That’s one hell of a title. The great news is that
the book entirely lives up to the billing.

It’s not that long ago that here in the UK there were lots of fires
burning up moorland and woods, challenging the fire-services to
their limits.  The countryside had been turned into smouldering
fields, so nobody knew where the next flames were going to sprout

That’s how I see this book.  It’s a smoulderer which catches flame
regularly as the author expertly blows upon the embers.

Take the opening.  It’s beautifully described.  We meet Charlie,
escapee of an institution, free of his therapies and his medication,
wandering as his spirit takes him.  Being in a town he doesn’t know,
he finds himself in a dodgy area and is soon battered to bits by a
small-time gang headed by a beautiful woman.  He’s stabbed and
left for dead.  And he was being nice, too.  There’s certainly no
justice in his world.

He’s not one to go to hospital – it doesn’t seem to occur to him that
it might be a good idea. Instead, he does it his own way and lets his
body recover in its own good time.

Soon enough, he ambles over to the laundrette.  Puts in his clothes
and discovers a bible with a hole through the ‘O’ of holy.  He reads
Genesis until he’s interrupted by a preacher man, the Reverend
Childe, who could talk the Ten Commandments from Moses.  Even
though Charlie knows the man’s no good, partly because he was in
a laundrette without any laundry, he sticks with him. 

They visit a brothel, for the Reverend likes his drink and his
women and, from that point on, Charlie’s life is intertwined with
Childe’s like a swimmer might get tangled in pond weed.

From then on the book smoulders away, bursting into flame without

The series of events that follows unfolds beautifully.  Not once
during the read did I feel any of the situations were forced, it was
simply the way it needed to be. 

Missing preachers, small Southern town life, a crazy (though not
stupid) mayor, a number of women who all have their own allure,
gang battles, illicit stills and a series of plots and counter-plots like
you wouldn’t believe, fan those flames all the way through as does
Charlie’s madness.  

Yes, Charlie is crazy, or at least he would seem so if the folk around
him weren’t so unusual.  Lowrance is clever with his characters.  I
felt blindfolded from the beginning so that I couldn’t tell the good
from the bad or the wicked from the saint.  It’s one hell of a thing to
pull off, yet he did it with the subtlety of a close magician.

So Charlie’s crazy and he’s also our story-teller.  It gives the whole
piece a curious foundation that’s part cement, part quicksand.

I loved this book.  Really loved it.

It’s place in a contemporary setting, yet for me there are echoes of
older works and older times.  The images I conjured for myself
were all in black and white and there’s something of the classic-noir
movie in this work.

Though full of dark events and madness, it’s written with a light
touch I hadn’t expected.  Smooth as a ride on new tyres in a
freshly serviced car along a flat tarmac road when the living is easy.

His characterisations are so three-dimensional they’ll poke a reader
in the eye if they’re not careful.  The people who inhabit the
book I liked, mistrusted, hated and loved in turn, every last one of

The weaving through of the preacher and the bible offers a powerful

medicine of its own.  Not an expert on the bible, I have to play it

through the filters of Nick Cave and Night Of The Hunter, but I felt

the weight of the Old Testament burdening the skies in the novel

and my own.

Lowrance, like God himself, plays with Charlie like he played

with Job.  He takes advantage of Charlie’s misplaced senses of

loyalty and obligation, lets things go well then turns them all to

shit when he’s least expecting it.

I’ve mentioned a few of the echoes I felt as I read.  Here are a few

other ghosts I felt were hanging around – Harper Lee, John

Steinbeck, Guthrie’s Slammer and the movie Inherit The Wind;

maybe it’s way off beam to cite those, but you’ll have to read it for

yourself make up your own mind.

A brilliant book by a writer of real talent. 



  1. Okay, Nigel. That's about the zillionth time The Bastard Hand has come up aces recces.. On it like a zombie on a virgin.

  2. "The Reverend Childe...could talk the Ten Commandments from Moses." Great line from a great review of a great book.

    I particularly like your point about not being able to tell the good from the bad or the wicked from the saint. That's one thing that really struck me about the book as well, and what sets it apart in my opinion. Although the characters do extreme things, things most of us would never consider doing, I believe they are relatable for exactly that reason.

    We're all good guys at some times and wicked at others, and Heath Lowrance does a great job recognizing that fact and weaving it into THE BASTARD HAND.