Graham Joyce begins his novel, The Ghost in the Electric Blue Suit, in 1976 during the hottest summer in England’s living memory (according to the narrator). Joyce’s writing caters to that sultry, almost lethargic sensation of heat and stickiness. His words flow onto the page like a languid wave yet embraces and encapsulates the reader into the moment. The moment is a bleak seaside resort at Skegness on England’s east coast; this is where David Barwise has sought summer employment.
David is an unreliable narrator. There is a sense that he is holding something back from the reader. Perhaps he does not realize this, since there is an admitted mystery in his life that he is trying to uncover. David visited Skegness once long before with his biological father when he was