Warning: Contains Spoilers!
‘Do you still not know me?’ the voice asked.
Aufwader’s Thoughts: This chapter is, well, cheeky. I appreciate it for its clever commentary of belief and the overlaps between Christianity and Norse Paganism, and just the sheer impertinent glee of having Wotan, the Gallows God, pose next to a cenotaph, but I can imagine offence being taken in less forgiving circles when this came out in the early 90s.
One detail I thought was interesting about the interaction between Reverend Galloway (nice one, Robin, just got that) and the Allfather, is that it has a distinct and disturbing cult-like flare. Peter is as incapacitated and downcast as he’s ever likely to get, and Wotan accosts him at his lowest point and proceeds to tell him exactly what he needs to hear in the moment. I sometimes worry about the research Mr Jarvis must’ve had to do to come up with scenes like this. I just hope it didn’t involve automobile theft or wandering in the rain until 2AM!
Matt’s Thoughts: And here it is – Peter Galloway gets drawn into the Allfather’s deceitfulness and begins his journey to Glastonbury.
This reminds me a great deal of a concept from the Dancing Jax series, but in the interests of no spoilers, I’ll come back to that later in the year.
But I am curious as to how this plays out. One thing that Mr Jarvis has planted here both for Peter and his readers is the obvious idea that it’s possible the whole Jesus story was just a re-written version of a Norse myth about a man who was nailed to a tree in order to become divine.
I won’t get into the arguments on that one, but I’m curious how this story might affect Peter further down the track. I can’t see things going well for him, but if he does come to his senses and realise he has been deceived, will he have any faith left? Or will all gods be reduced to the manipulative power-grabbers that we have seen so far in this trilogy?
We’ll have to keep reading to find out!
Finally, a little note on locations – this chapter mentions Peter walking along the Roman Road, which I remember distinctly from my first day in London. So I had a look on a map and discovered that Victoria Park Square, where the car-jacking occurs is actually a park I’ve been to: it’s located right outside the Museum of Childhood, which I’ve mentioned on other occasions. Which is just up from the Bethnal Green Underground station.
See, when I was walking along Roman Road, I was just looking for drinkable coffee. Sounds like Mr Jarvis went for a walk there one day and saw many things that I didn’t!