“Of those writers who stoically refuse to trudge along horror fiction’s well-worn path, Joyce, with British Fantasy Awards to his credit for Requiem and The Tooth Fairy, has perhaps had the most success. And now we can add to that list The Stormwatcher (Penguin, £5.99), which is almost as much a credit to Penguin for publishing it – bearing in mind the author’s following within the genre’s circles – as it is to Joyce for actually writing it. For this remarkable, fine and almost unclas­sifiable book is a complete breath of fresh air, even considering his past achievements.

The story is simply (!) the interac­tion of a group of somewhat dysfunc­tional friends during a two-week holiday in a lonely cottage in the Dor­dogne region of France. The group comprises James and his French wife, Sabine, and their two young daugh­ters – Beth and the confused Jessie -plus James’s one-time colleague Matt and his wife, Chrissie … and, just to make things interesting, the sultry Rachel, another work-chum of James and one with whom he has shared considerably more than the occa­sional business meeting.

As the story progresses we discover that one of the party – an unnamed instructor whose identity is kept hid­den until the end of the book – is engaged in secret lessons with the impressionable Jessie, for reasons not immediately clear. Meanwhile, courtesy of a nicely-realized series of tense-changed flashbacks, we learn more of the instructor’s background and an almost symbiotic relationship in which both she and her lover speak only lies to each other.

All the time, Jessie grows more intense and confused while, around her, other members of the party grow, by turn, increasingly belligerent or subservient, manipulative or mal­leable, paranoid or confident. And underpinning the sequence of events is an intense feeling of primal sensu­ality evoked both by the environment and an approaching storm (its progress cleverly interjected into the proceedings by a series of half-page chapters explaining meteorological behaviour) and by the behaviour of the adults as their feelings for each other – and their protectiveness and confusion at the antics of and com­ments from young Jessie – swirl and eddy.

Essentially mainstream (if one feels one has to give it a catch-all, despite an overwhelming but – with the exception of one quite extraordi­narily chilling section quite late in the book – hard to pin-point sense of menace and the unreal, The Stormwatcher is a powerhouse of a novel, calling to mind the work and styles of D. H. Lawrence and Graham Swift (whose Waterland remains a landmark novel of alienation and dis­placement) and the downbeat mys­teries and the human flotsam and jetsam characters from the likes of P. D. James and Barbara Vine. Work of this stature and calibre that can only bode well for the future – both Joyce’s and that of the entire field -and I commend it to you unre­servedly.”

Penguin Books, 1998
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