THE ROCHESTER TAPES PART 1
JOHN EARL
You may doubt the truth of the matter, but truth is as slippery as an eel. In truth, all truths are passing stages in the emergence of myth.
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Reviews
Medway and Thames Times:
‘Unbelievable’.
Dartford and Stone Crossing Observer: ‘Improbable'
Chatham Holy Words Family Paper: ‘Unspeakable’
The Rochester Tapes is not a book about the history or topography of Rochester, fine town though it is. Neither is it reflective in any way of the governance of a modern cathedral. It is not a handy guide to the art of vox pop recording on tape or any other medium and insofar as it ventures on psychological and folkloric territory, its authority is not to be trusted.
It is just a story that is intended to entertain. The style is intensely episodic dashing from one scene to another and introducing many characters, so many and so varied that a dramatis personae or cast list (The Players) is provided to help any reader overtaken by befuddlement. And despite all appearances, there is a plot. Of some sort.