An Instance of the Fingerpost: Explore the murky world of 17th-century Oxford in this iconic historical thriller
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I see your soul,” She said, her voice suddenly dropping to a whisper which chilled my blood. “I know what it is and what is its shape. I can feel it hiss in the night and taste its coldness in the day. I hear it burning, and I touch its hate.” There's also the contest between Grove and another Oxford man, Thomas Ken, for a parish -- the only available such opening, at the time -- which Thomas is desperate to be named to (and which, of course, gives him good motive to see that Grove is in no position to get it ...).
We have 12 read-alikes for An Instance of the Fingerpost, but non-members are limited to two results. To see the complete list of this book's read-alikes, you need to be a member.Oliver Cromwell is dead; the Levellers, Diggers and other such factions -- with their wild dreams of an egalitarian society -- have been destroyed or dispersed; peace, finally, has returned to a ravaged land . . . or has it? The fourth narrator is Anthony Wood, an antiquary and historian, best known for his diaries that were published long after his death. He gets Sarah a job with his parents and also recommended her for the job at Grove’s. He carries a torch for Sarah. Despite the risks, he has a night of passion with her that goes beyond lust and reaches the first hills and dales of love. The question of her guilt isn't really first and foremost -- the 'trial' offers a case against her, but doesn't bother much with real investigation, and she ultimately even pleads guilty -- but it's fairly obvious she is not the responsible party; the question -- or questions -- that the story then explores (among much else) is who has reason to let this pass for truth -- and, of course, why.
Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival. As the final narrator, Wood, puts it about the three other accounts, they: "present only a simulacrum of verity" -- but they do so in interesting ways. There is a murder and there is a dispossessed heir. Frankly, I couldn’t give a stuff if some shouldabeen rich young sprog got hornswoggled in the 17th century, I mean, the goodly realm of Great Britain had just been through 20 years of civil war and there was an awful lot of horns swoggled, of that you can be sure. I’d say more horns were swoggled than not swoggled. Vast estates yanked from under the noses of their rightful heirs and all of that. Who cares.Post-Worboys fingerpost designs [ edit ] A post-Worboys fingerpost with smaller signs for the National Cycle Network (in blue) and the Cumbria Coastal Way footpath (in brown). An example of the Suffolk County Council "square end" design near Woolpit.