So very nice to meet you, guv. I am Thomas Lamb, Detective Chief Inspector of the Hampshire Constabulary and WWI veteran.
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“He could not be sure what the spiders and the bird represented, and yet he senses that the drawing was important and that Peter was intelligent and even purposeful despite the ways in which the gods had seen fit to cripple him.”
To the commonfolk, Peter’s intelligence was not appreciable, but I knew he had great potential in solving this case.
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“She was no longer a little girl, that was true--though she was still his.”
Vera is the light of my life, and the unrelenting war had made me even more worrisome for her well being. Although she is now seventeen years of age, I fear losing her most.
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“The boy had practically sketched him a bloody map.”
It was at that exact moment that I finally deciphered Peter’s drawings that led me to the bastard behind all the murders. I don’t know how I could have been so dense, the meaning could not have been more obvious.
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Journal Entry #2
I never thought I would be this afraid again. I feel as though I am still a commanding officer in Somme. Its unnerving how an event that occurred twenty two years ago is still fresh in my mind today. From the moment the jets were in my view, I was entranced by the way they glided through the air. The Stukas were in routine formation and skillfully maneuvered their way between the Spitfires. The second a Spitfire began to leave a trail of smoke, I knew it was over for the boy. It descended clumsily until it crashed and forcefully shook the ground. I felt my head throb and my pulse weaken as sudden flashbacks from the war flooded my mind. I am glad I did not faint for very long, otherwise the Germans would have surely taken my left if the saw me. I forced myself to drive home afterwards, but the scene refused to leave my thoughts. I guess the war took more of a toll on me mentally than I had previously thought. I have suffered through withering panic attacks before, but this time was different. The start of World War II brought back unreconciled conflicts that I had thought were left in the past. Now, they manifest themselves in the simplest of tasks. Leaving the house is a burden; I can’t bare to face Marjorie, dreading that it may be the last time I will ever see her or Vera. The life I built for myself is on the brink of collapsing. I loathe to acknowledge it, but the war is inescapable.
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Secondary Sources
The Author’s Website Featuring His Other Works
Description of the Novel
Review of the Book
Life in Britain During the Second World War
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Discussion Question #3
How do you define success? Do you believe you’ve achieved success? If so how do you know? If not, what has prevented you?
In the grand scheme of things, I believe success is when you feel like you have accomplished exactly what you want in your life. To elaborate, it’s to know there is nothing more that life can offer you because you have fulfilled your purpose. My definition is reliant on subjectivity because you yourself must determine what it means to be “done”. I have not achieved success because I know that this is not the end for me. As I am nearing the older stages in my life, I have been enlightened with more opportunities, and it would truly be a shame if I had believed that all my potential has been used up. Right out of the war, I joined the police force because I knew my life did not purely consist of the war and time would not wait for me to catch up. There are always moments like those that may steer me to live a fuller life, and I have the liberty to decide the terms upon how I do so. In that sense, the only thing that is preventing me from achieving success is myself. I set an impossible standard for the means of being successful for myself that I hope to never achieve. Success is something that I even fear because I cannot fathom feeling no longer useful to anyone or myself. Success may leaving you feeling happy temporarily, but in the long term, it invokes mediocrity. There are endless opportunities in life that are too valuable to squander by deeming myself “successful”.
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Personal Narrative
In the historical fiction novel The Language of the Dead by Stephen Kelly, the main protagonist is Detective Thomas Lamb, though the focus of the novel occasionally shifts to other relevant characters. Early in the novel, we learn that Lamb served in a World War I battle where he meets Harry Rivers, who he later rejoins for a case of murder. Since the last time they worked together, they did not end on friendly terms after Lamb inadvertently causes the death of a young man whom Rivers was close with. This dispute leads to future tension between the two as they aim to narrow down the list of suspects. After being traumatized by the horrific war, Lamb is easily triggered by anything that reminds him of those times, including jets and sirens. Because the novel takes place in World War II, he is even more vulnerable to the effects of post traumatic stress disorder. Lamb has a wife, Marjorie, and a daughter, Vera, that he loves very much. As much as he wants to protect Vera from the harsh war, he struggles to realize that there are forces that he has no jurisdiction over. Those same feelings of incompetence are reciprocated during his expedition to unveil the true murderer and their motives. He knows that somehow the four victims are connected, and the key to solving their cases is by distinguishing the person that is linked to them. His determined demeanor and an unexpected auxiliary pave the way to his success in the end.
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Historical Links
The Second Battle of Somme
The Blitz
The Battle of Britain
How the RAF Won the War
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Discussion Question #2
Do you believe human nature is essentially good or bad? What I mean is, are we born as inherently caring, nurturing, sharing members of a collective group, or are our most basic instincts self-serving, greedy, and focused on meeting our individual needs. What in your experience informs this belief? How does it manifest itself in your life.
From what I have experienced, human nature is neither inherently bad nor good. Rather, we are shaped by what we encounter and how we adapt to the obstacles present as we live our individual lives. As a detective, I can attest to the varying degrees of goodness commonplace in our society. Arthur Lear, for instance, had lived with the burden of having only one arm since the age of ten after losing the other in an unfortunate tractor mishap. Without a mother or many friends, he grew up feeling isolated in a small village. The moment my daughter Vera had shown interest in him, he could not manage his emotions responsibly, resorting to mental manipulation whenever she expressed disinterest in him. Arthur wrongly used his absent limb and lack of social interaction to invoke guilt in Vera to prevent her from leaving him. On the opposite side of the spectrum is Peter Wilkins. The boy is orphan and his childhood nearly mirrored Arthur’s, if not worse, yet his character is drastically different. Though he is partially mute, he valued bouts of communication with anyone that attempted to befriend him, but he did not possess obsession over them as Arthur had done. Peter sought to do the morally correct thing by warning them with his drawings about the dangers of Pembroke. His contributions guided me to the location of Thomas and unearthed Pembroke’s corruption. To refer back to the question, my observations and understanding of human behavior lead me to conclude that the complexity of our nature cannot be reduced to either intrinsically good or bad.
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I wish I had encountered Thomas Bennett and all those other young men from the hell that was labelled as an orphanage earlier. Knowing what had happened to those poor boys is sickening. I know I am mad to think this, but there was a chance that I could have saved them. Maybe, Thomas might still have been alive, but nothing may be done now. In the last photo taken of him, Thomas’ expression portrayed a sense of hopelessness, like everything that he once considered to be good was gone. That bastard Lord Pembroke put on a convincing show, but I knew he had a greater involvement in the whole ordeal behind his charming front. A man that misuses his power to exploit children while still being able to smile is scum from the bottom of the barrel that deserves to be executed. If he had laid his hands on Vera and abused her, I would have killed that bloke with my bare hands. Thankfully, Peter mustered the courage to save me as well as many future orphans from Pembroke. The thought that Peter could have killed all those people is now ridiculous to me, and I regret contemplating his innocence. I spent so much time attempting to investigate him when the real culprit was the friendly neighborhood do-gooder. Pembroke did the least to cover up his tracks, yet no one took the time to actually venture into the supposed work that kept him busy. Bystanders in situations like these are just as guilty as the bloody murderer himself because they allowed injustice to happen.
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