Patrick Gale was born on the Isle of Wight in 1962. He spent his infancy at Wandsworth Prison, which his father governed, then grew up in Winchester. He now lives on a farm near Land's End.
'Gale is intoxicated with words and feeds upon them with a kind of manic relish ... The sheer funniness of Facing the Tank made me laugh out loud. Its optimism delighted me.' Sunday Times 'Gale speedily unleashes his merrily black mischief. The uncovering of the sadness behind the doilies and twinsets is in the best tradition of black humour.' Observer 'A commendably intelligent, entertaining and moving novel.' Times Literary Supplement 'Original and amusing. An elegant, witty writer with an engagingly bizarre imagination. Patrick Gale writes with great zest. I kept on reading because I was perpetually astonished to find what Mr Gale had thought up next.' Sunday Telegraph 'The first thing that catches the attention about Patrick Gale is a sardonic eye, an engagingly leery way of looking at life, or the half-life he has chosen as his base in Facing the Tank. It's as though Cold Comfort Farm had called in the interior decorators.' Guardian
'Gale is intoxicated with words and feeds upon them with a kind of manic relish ... The sheer funniness of Facing the Tank made me laugh out loud. Its optimism delighted me.' Sunday Times 'Gale speedily unleashes his merrily black mischief. The uncovering of the sadness behind the doilies and twinsets is in the best tradition of black humour.' Observer 'A commendably intelligent, entertaining and moving novel.' Times Literary Supplement 'Original and amusing. An elegant, witty writer with an engagingly bizarre imagination. Patrick Gale writes with great zest. I kept on reading because I was perpetually astonished to find what Mr Gale had thought up next.' Sunday Telegraph 'The first thing that catches the attention about Patrick Gale is a sardonic eye, an engagingly leery way of looking at life, or the half-life he has chosen as his base in Facing the Tank. It's as though Cold Comfort Farm had called in the interior decorators.' Guardian
Visiting the English village of Barrowcester to research material for his book on the supernatural, middle-aged American scholar Evan Kirby finds the place and its people wistfully odd. Dawn seeks the devil. The Bishop hunts true doubt. His mother is a medium. Meanwhile, Evan is falling for Madeleine, newly pregnant with the Cardinal's child. The result is a witty novel of manners that gently satirizes the travails of the village and its people. Its tone is even, its humor subtle, and its transitions from scene to scene smooth, so that our sense of place and story is exact. Highly recommended.-- Joseph M. Levandoski, Free Lib. of Philadelphia
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