(creator: Rob Wyatt)
|Father Francis Gold (who prefers to be called Father Frank) is the narrator throughout. He is a young, English, Catholic priest who is very conscious of his shortcomings as when he tells us, "I'd run out of ideas what to do when Ieft school" but then he was inspired with the perfect solution: to become a priest." He thought it over: "It was perfect: no real competition, job security, board and lodging included, decent working hours and no heavy lifting."
And, "as the priest shortage in England was pretty desperate", he thinks that "that was probably the only reason the church ... accepted me into the seminary". It was there that there had been a "fire that destroyed the kitchen", a "flood in the Lady Chapel, and the untimely death, of the seminary's herd of pigs. They hadn't all been my fault ... at least, none of them had been deliberate.".
But he certainly means well, and even when ordained, admits, "I thought it was about time I got around to really studying the Bible - I'd been meaning to for ages." This self-deprecating humour has its appeal.
Rob Wyatt (c1960 - ) was born in Broxbourne, Hertfordshire, but grew up in Canterbury in Kent, where he attended Kent College and was an altar boy at the cathedral. After several jobs, he turned to computer programming, and in 1989 moved, with his wife Jean, to Florida on a one year contract. This became a series of full time appointments and he now lives at Fort Myers in Florida. He and his wife have two children and six cats.
Can I Be Frank? (2011)
Father Frank is not sure what to expect in his new parish, but certainly isn't prepared for what he finds. Having managed to alienate his parish's main benefactor, the highly sinister Gene Charmois, Frank soon finds himself in hot water with his Diocese.
Then, after a very odd and frightening experience, and the appearance of seemingly miraculous and unexplained images of first the Virgin Mary then of Elvis Presley (!), he finds he has stumbled across suspicious goings-on deep in the Florida orange groves, and gets into serious involvement in the desperate plight of illegal Mexican workers, a situation which he takes very seriously and when he shows real real compassion.
The story is told with humour throughout, as when Francis tells us, "I closed my eyes, lifted my head, and began to pray. Oh God, why has thou ... I stopped, annoyed. It always bugged me that when I began to pray, I seemed to lapse into ninteenth-century vicar mode. I also had no idea why I always looked up, but it seemed to help for some reason." And Francis knows all about "loneliness and uncertainty as to my vocation. I thought about offering up a quick prayer to Saint Gottschalk, patron saint of lost vocations, but there didn't seem much point."
Each chapter is headed by a mostly Old Testament quotation so he author obviously knew his Bible very well. He is in fact a practising Roman Catholic.
It makes an entertaining (and remarkably inexpensive) read, even if at times it is a bit longwinded, and would benefit from some editing.
|The cover does not really suggest the content.|