Everything about John
is off-kilter.
He's sixteen now, out
of school and out of work. It's the early 1970s: shipyards in Clydebank are no
longer hiring and a long stretch on the dole is imminent. But on a day when the
town is covered by a deluge of snow, his life is changed by an act of kindness:
he helps a wee girl, Lily, get to school on time.
She waits for him to
meet her outside the school gates every day, but he seems to be the only one
who can see her. This provokes a backlash that ripples out from concerned mothers
at school to the parish priest of St Stephen's and invites institutional
responses that involve the police and psychiatric care.
The unspoken hope is
that John can be 'cured' of what has seduced him. But Lily has bled into other
parts of John's family life in an exploration of the physical and the
psychological, of spiritual crises and the occult.
Dark, haunting, and
told by alternating narrators, Lily Poole
disrupts your assumptions about mental health and who can be trusted when the
truth becomes threadbare. This is a ghost story... but nothing is as it seems.