Historic Humour NOVEL
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1644 is a story set during that little fight, some 350 odd years ago, called The English Civil War, when men were men, women were women, and Rectors were thieving gits…
Meet Rector Wilfred Posster, a man more in love with himself than Narcissus, more deceitful than Judas, and more horny than a particularly horny creature, that has extra horns and and a sign around it’s neck, saying, “I’m Horny.”
The story takes place over 20 days, starting at the Summer Solstice, with the Rector himself guiding the reader through those days in his own inimitable style, in a Town called Upper Vaxham, nestled in the County of Moistershire (don’t ask about what happened to Lower Vaxham, by the way…) during the time the two sides in the Civil War, the Royalists and the Parliamentarians, decided to set up camp and fight upon nearby Vaxham Hill - which turns out to be good for Posster, as he’s partial to a little money (which he cons from those Soldiers, by the way), even as he himself is trying to clear a debt with a group of Money Lenders who are technically more bloodthirsty than the Spanish Inquisition on a particularly difficult day of torturing heretics…
And there is a Flit, of course, but no one is interested in a Flit. Not even his parents…
1644 does not take itself seriously. It is a view into the mind of a particularly wicked man who thinks one thing, while saying another - and seems to constantly find himself in a shedload of trouble. Yet he is lovable with it.
Posster is not so much an anti-hero, more a cheating, conning coward, with a deep distrust of a certain branch of the Church.
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