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This is the second, and final, installment of an earlier post called “A Halfway Through Book Review”.)
Of the literally thousands of books I have read over the years, I can recall none more enthralling than Ken Follett’s uber-bestseller “Pillars of the Earth” back in 1989.
Before “Pillars,” the English writer entertained us with high-concept books with good vs. evil battles and much suspense. Such best-sellers as “The Mondiglani Scandal” (1976), “Eye of the Needle” (1978 ) and “The Key to Rebecca” (1980). Since “Pillars” he maintained the pace with the likes of “A Place Called Freedom” (1995), “The Third Twin” (1997) and “Jackdaws” (2001).
I loved ‘em all, but still wanted to go back to ancient England, the period in which a simple stonemason with grand dreams became a renowned cathedral architect and builder. Follett actually took stone and mortar and brought them to life in “Pillars,” making readers care about it and the generations of rough-living English people of the time.
Obviously, I wasn’t alone in my appreciation of his masterpiece. “Pillars” topped the bestseller list in every language into which it was translated — it was No. 1 in Germany for six straight years — and still, nearly two decades after its debut, sells 100,000 copies a year around the globe. And just to put an exclamation point to its enduring success, Oprah Winfrey jus this week picked it as her latest book club selection, ensuring even more sales.
Follett has shown over the decades he is nothing if not a prolific writer. Why, then did it take 18 years for this sequel? Simple, says Follett on his Web site:
” ‘The Pillars of the Earth’ is so popular that I’ve been nervous about trying to repeat its success. But at last I screwed up my courage.”
The result is his “sequel” historical novel, “World Without End” (Dutton, 1,014 pages, $35), which picks up in the 14th century, 200 years after “Pillars” ended, but again in the town of Kingsbridge. And, most important, again with the nobility, clergy, merchant class and serfs all being played against each other to create an excruciating tension as each struggled for supremacy, or at least for some improvement in their station in life.
This time Follett has included another malevolent entity in the mix: The Black Death. The bubonic plague, which began in China and spread westward through trade routes, killed an estimated 25 million people in a mere five years, from 1347 to 1352.
Again, Follett uses a master builder and visionary as his central character. It was Jack Builder, the innovative architect and cathedral builder, in “Pillars.” Now, in “World Without End,” it is Merthin, son of an impoverished knight who is apprenticed to a carpenter.
While that seemed a comedown in status, it actually unlocked Methin’s inherent genius for the vision, design and creation of bridges and buildings and machines that helped push him into prominence in Kingsbridge — and into the sights of jealous members of the nobility and church who saw him as an upstart and a threat.
Merthin is one of four children to whom we are introduced in the opening pages on the day after Halloween 1327. They witness a deadly fight in the forest, and the outcome forever entwines their lives even though they come from vastly different social levels. Following the lives of the four — Merthin and his brother, Ralph; Caris, daughter of a prominent merchant, and Gwenda, daughter of a thief — from childhood to middle age allows us to learn the unfolding of great changes in English society.
Follett has the knack of taking the tapestry of history and pulling at its threads to reveal through the lives of fictional characters how each stratum of society was affected:
The emergence of true medicine and the glimmer of understanding how the plague was spread. The mechanics of creating lasting physical structures heretofore unthinkable in their complexity and durability. The seismic shifts in power and social structure created by the manpower shortages of the Black Death.
“World Without End” is a worthy successor to “Pillars of the Earth.” Dare we hope, since Follett has left us in the 14th century, that he will not strand us there for another 18 years?