What a privilege it was to publish my debut novel, The Beast of Bethulia Park, on September 30. Of all the days of the Christian calendar, it was the feast of St Jerome: the patron of librarians. Perhaps it was just an accident of fate, but I enjoyed the notion that it might also have been something of a heavenly imprimatur.
The book was formally launched in London in November, some weeks after it was made available from all major digital platforms and bookshops. It remains to be seen if it will be a success. I certainly hope it is – not only for my own benefit, but because it contains so much of what I have wanted to say over the last decade or more on the godlessness and apostasy of our age.
