Review:
My swordhand is singing by Martin Sedgwick
Orion Children's Books, London, 2006
(11+) A fantasy thriller that had me hooked from the start, My
swordhand is singing is a most original look at vampires and the dread
they engender. Tomas and his son, Peter are itinerant, moving from one
village to another in search of work as wood cutters, always avoiding
company and friendship. But Chust is different; the small village
adheres to old customs, designed to keep away the vampires, it shows a
meanness to strangers, it is isolated and inward looking. Just the
place for vampires to feed.
Peter is growing up and attracts the attention of a young woman, Agnes,
while Tomas spends much of his time getting drunk. But there is a fear
abroad which captures the imagination of the village. A wife is
convinced that her dead husband returns to her each night, Agnes is
chosen as the bride of a man who has died, and when gypsies call on
Peter's father to bring out his sword, tension spills over.
A breathtaking and imaginative telling of a vampire story, this novel
is infused with a plethora of stories gleaned from tales, myths and
legends from Europe's forest regions, where people lived their lives in
dark and gloomy places, where implausible things happened and were
transformed into terrifying stories by scared peoples trying to make
sense of it all. I couldn't put it down, and this book will easily find
readers amongst all ages in high schools.
Fran Knight
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