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Heaven Spent
by Janice B. Scott   


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· Heaven Spent (Kindle Edition)
· Vengeance Lies In Wait
· Children's Stories Volume 2


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Drama

Publisher:  Eloquent Books ISBN-10:  1608609472 Type:  Fiction
Pages: 

486

Copyright:  2010 ISBN-13:  9781608609475


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Heaven Spent

The traditional and quiet lives of a retiring rector and his wife are shaken up when a new, young, lively curate comes along.

 The Revd. Polly Hewitt, recently ordained in the Church of England, is starting her first post as curate to Canon Henry Winstone, who is nearing retirement and very set in his traditional ways.

Polly, straight out of collge and full of energy and new ideas, clashes with Henry and his grim wife, Mavis, from the outset, and is soon in trouble with the bishop.

Following his difficulties with Polly, Henry has a break-down and begins to question his faith. 

The arrival of a mysterious woman seeking her unknown father, further complicates. Then Polly is falsely accused of a crime and arrested.

These intertwined lives collide and unravel in this fast-paced, engrossing drama that sheds light on what it means to be of faith, but to be simply human nonetheless.




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Chapter One

“Welcome, Polly. Come in.” The tall, thin woman, with faded brown hair beginning to turn gun-metal grey, sounded anything but welcoming. There was no smile, just a measured glance over Polly from top to toe. The door was opened a further crack as the woman turned away into the house.
“Well, come on, if you’re coming.”
Perhaps it was the Norfolk way, thought Polly. “Um, thank you, er—Mrs. Winstone—um, Mavis.”
Polly giggled nervously, trying to shrink her cleavage back into its rather low-cut shirt. Well, it was the hottest day of the year so far. She felt very conscious of her tattered jeans, covered in dust now from all those boxes. Astonishing how moving house can generate so much filth from the cleanest of homes. Not that Polly’s previous student residence had been exactly clean, she reflected ruefully. Polly ran her fingers ineffectually through her blond curls, wild at the best of times, positively ferocious now.
“Henry,” called her hostess. “Here’s Polly.”
“My dear!” As Henry Winstone emerged from his study and took Polly’s hand, she tried to remember how fortunate she was to have landed a job at all, as the principal of her theological college had never tired of reminding her. In these days of rising prices and falling numbers in church, not every curate could find a post and there was no guarantee whatsoever that your first
position would suit you. You had to make yourself fit it, the Reverend Doctor Theodore Grimes had said.
“Would you like to wash before luncheon?” asked Mavis.
“Oh! Yes. Thank you.”
Clearly she looked even more of a complete mess than she had realised. Although how anyone could expect her to dress decently when she didn’t even know where her clothes were, beat Polly. But she wished she’d thought to bring a comb and maybe turfed out some makeup.
She washed her hands quickly in the downstairs cloakroom and splashed water on her face, scrubbing at the dirt which had somehow managed to install itself just above her left eyebrow. The cloakroom was so spartan and devoid of any comforting touches that Polly felt forlorn. She sighed and reminded herself how kind it was of Mavis and Henry to invite her to the rectory for lunch on her moving day. An evening meal would have been preferable, but Henry had explained in his letter that they always ate at lunchtime, so who was Polly to object? At least it was food, the only meal she was likely to get that day.
The savour of roast lamb guided Polly to the dining room. In a quaintly courteous way Henry pulled out a chair for her, before seating himself at the head of the table. Mavis was already seated at the other end.
At over six feet tall, Canon Henry Winstone was an imposing presence, with his thick and floppy silver hair and his heavy, dark-rimmed glasses making him look like a kindly professor. The wide dog collar, which completely encircled his neck and was fastened with studs at the back, was as embarrassingly old-fashioned as both his outdated sports jacket and Mavis’ narrow-belted, polyester dress in dull shades of lilac and grey. Polly feared the Winstones’ dress sense might indicate an expression of their outlook on life and church.
At her ordination service in Norwich Cathedral, Polly had worn a shocking pink clergy shirt to protest against the ban on women becoming bishops in the Church of England. This modern style had just a small piece of plastic slipped into the front of the collar. Henry hadn’t commented on her choice at the cathedral, but Polly wondered what he would think about her colourful shirts. Still, for starting work in Thorpemunden she had a reasonably sombre, dark green shirt which showed off the new dog collar to advantage and which she planned to team with a pair of well-cut tan trousers and high-heeled tan sandals. The shirt, with side vents, was designed to be worn outside trousers, and Polly was pleased with the overall effect. The loose style suited her outsize boobs and she felt she would look sufficiently serious to be a curate without having entirely abandoned the fashion industry.
“Help yourself to vegetables.” Mavis proffered a large tureen with new potatoes at one end and runner beans and carrots at the other.
Even though it was too hot to eat, Polly filled her plate in case it was days before she ate again. About to tuck in, she picked up her knife and fork, but replaced them in a hurry and bowed her head as Henry intoned,
“For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly grateful.”
“Amen,” chorused Polly and Mavis.
They ate in silence for a few moments until Mavis asked, “What brings you to Thorpemunden, Polly?”
Polly laughed. “I was, like, so late applying, it was the only place left!”
“Oh, really? So we are your last choice?”
“Oh no! Oh, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean—it’s just that—I—um—haven’t lived in a village before. I’m really looking forward to it. I grew up in Streatham, South London, then it was university and college, both of them in cities. I don’t really know Norfolk at all. But I think this’ll be so cool. I love trees and things.”
Mavis smiled without humour, her blue eyes remaining cool behind their brown-rimmed spectacles. “Tell us about your family, dear.”
“My family?” Polly thought for a moment. How much was it safe to reveal? “Well, Mum lives in Streatham with Toby, my younger brother. He’s still at school. Took his exams this year. Doesn’t yet know what he wants to do with his life, but that’s boys, isn’t it?” She thought to herself, I didn’t lie. I didn’t say what exams. None of her business that it was SATS. If she finds out Toby’s only ten, she’s bound to probe. Aloud she added with a sorrowful face which she hoped would forestall further questioning, “Sadly, Dad went years ago. Mum never really got over that.” Then she brightened. “That’s one reason why I wanted to come here. Mum’s delighted that I’m so well settled in such a lovely spot.”
Henry said, “Perhaps she’ll visit from time to time? We’d love to meet her, wouldn’t we, dear?”
Over my dead body, thought Polly. Aloud she said, “The countryside is so peaceful, isn’t it? Like a retreat for the elderly.”
Polly had just had her first retreat. All the ordinands had been taken by coach to the Diocesan Retreat House at Ditchingham, South Norfolk, where they had stayed together for a three-day silent retreat. Polly had dreaded spending three days in silence, seriously doubting her ability to do so, but the days had been punctuated by ten-minute homilies from time to time given by the retreat director. And Polly had found that the surrounding countryside and the grounds of the Retreat House were perfect for solitary walks. Meals were silent, which could have proved difficult, but they had been accompanied by quiet music. So although trying to mime “Pass the salt” had resulted in helpless giggles from time to time, Polly’s experience had been extremely positive. As the ordinands had nervously donned their new clergy shirts and dog collars for the coach ride back to the cathedral for the ordination service, Polly had been filled with a deep peace and a genuine sense of gratitude that she was on the right path.
So she had meant her remark as a compliment, but intercepting the glance that passed between her hosts, she had a sinking feeling that it had not been received in quite that way.
Henry frowned. “Rather more than that, I should say. I shouldn’t make too many assumptions just yet, if I was you. You might be surprised. You might find the country rather different from your expectations, although I admit there isn’t much to do round here, not for young people. There’s a film club in Diss and the theatre in Norwich, of course, but nothing in Thorpemunden itself. Still, that won’t bother you, I’m sure. After all, most of your evenings will be taken up with meetings and you’ll be busy enough during the day.
“Do you like walking? There are some lovely walks around here. I myself am interested in trains, so Mavis and I often migrate to Diss to the railway. Do you have any interest in trains?”
“Er, well, not a lot. Not at the moment, that is, because—because I’ve not had the opportunity...” As soon as the words had left her mouth, Polly wished them unspoken.
“Well!” said Henry, glancing at Mavis. “We must see about that, mustn’t we, dear? Now then, Polly. Obviously you need a day or two to settle in—and anything you want, just ask. Mavis and I are only too willing to help, aren’t we, dear? But when you’re settled, I say Morning Prayers at seven-thirty a.m. daily in Thorpemunden Church. Breakfast after that and we begin work at nine o’clock. Will that suit, do you think?”
Polly gulped. He was joking, wasn’t he? But a glance at Henry’s face soon disabused her of that forlorn hope.
Polly thought quickly. “Um, well, that might be a little difficult for me, living in the next village. I was, er, hoping to cycle as much as possible—to, like, reduce my carbon footprint—so I wouldn’t have time to get back for breakfast. Would it be possible to have breakfast first and meet a little later?”
Henry and Mavis exchanged glances. “What do you think, dear? Could we manage that, do you think?”
“I suppose we’ll have to, if Polly is unable to fit in with your plans.” Mavis tossed her head.
“We’ll say eight-thirty for prayers on Monday, then,” Henry conceded, “and come straight back here to organise the day. How does that sound?”
“That’s cool,” said Polly, “thank you. I won’t be late, I promise.”

Professional Reviews
Outstanding novel
This is a magnificent story, beautifully crafted, intricately structured, working to a tremendous climax. Set in the apparently sleepy ecclesiastical world of rural England, the arrival of a new curate, Polly Hewitt, disturbs undercurrents of social life that gradually come to surface in open conflict. The pillars of social stability are the Rector, Henry Winstone of Thorpemunden, and James Mansfield his churchwarden. Henry, who has performed the dull annual round of Church practices and festivities without variation for two or three decades, is revealed as having unexpected strengths and hidden sins. James, revered as the village squire and a man of authority and judgement, is found to be ashamed of, and brutal towards, his wife and mentally handicapped son. Though very different, both their wives have conformed to, and supported, their husbands wishes throughout those years; yet both rebel before the end. Dropping into this traditional mix of roles and eternally gossiping villagers is Ella, the now homeless daughter of a London prostitute who she recently nursed until death from AIDs. Considering her situation and life experience she is, perhaps, the most level-headed of them all.
All these characters, and more, have distinctive realistic personalities that interplay, often quite subtly, as the story proceeds. That is the hallmark of a great novel and great drama. It is by no means essential, but it helps to appreciate counseling skills, the administrative structure and customs of the Church of England, and the contrasting theological beliefs of the clergy. These subtleties give piquancy and up-to-date realism to the discerning reader. The author, Janice B Scott, herself a rector in rural Norfolk where the story is set, brings years of insight into how parishioners and clergy react.
A great deal is the spoken word and how the characters are feeling, I believe this not only contributes to a very readable style. It could make the story easy to convert to film or television drama. I hope someone will do that.


Heaven Spent
A highly enjoyable novel that will keep the reader captivated. The story builds steadily, linking the characters more and more as it works towards it's surprising climax. Lovers of novels which focus on the characters interpersonal relationships and psychology will relish this book, which shares style similarities with Iris Murdoch or Susan Hill. The reader soon gets caught up in the lives of the protagonists with genuine feeling for each. One need not be a church-goer to read the book. The backdrop of rural English church life is however ideal for the story, as the novel casts a questioning eye over the in's and out's of what should be quiet village life, and yet which ripples with undercurrents of mistrust, manipulation, prejudice, abuse, gossip, and ultimately the true meaning of love and faith. I for one will await the sequel with anticipation and eagerness!

Memorable insight into rural church life
This is one of those books that is hard to put down and whose characters stay with you throughout the day. I finished reading it over a week ago, but I am still turning the story over in my mind.

It made me laugh, cry and think! The characters were well drawn & believable, the setting in rural Norfolk very recognisable and the plot intriguing. I enjoyed the way the characters grew and changed as a result of their interaction.

There are some interesting insights into the pressures of village ministry and all the characters are very human. It is a 'good read'. I hope it will come out in large print & paperback & be found on the shelves of all our libraries! A book I am happy to pass on to my 30 year old daughter and 90 year old friend. I know they will both enjoy it.



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