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4.0 out of 5 stars
Enjoyable swashbuckling, July 29, 2005
This review is from: Conscience of the King Hb (Hardcover)
The second Henry Gresham mystery takes us once more in the the very beginnings of the Stuart dynasty, yet some seven years later on from `A Desperate Remedy'. Sir Gresham is now happily married to Jane, they have two children and the faithful Mannion remains at our erstwhile hero's side. Living in The House which is portrayed in the manner of every englishman's home is his castle, Gresham has become the early 007. Debonair, gifted, physically beautiful, attractive, intelligent and comanding instant love ande respect in his friends and fear in his enemies, all he lacks is the fast cars.
As this is seventeenth century London he can't have them. Still we are subjected to a `high-speed' coach chase and several river boat esacapades in his second adventure.
We are reintroduced to a pox-ridden Kit Marlowe (who's taken a bit of a character mauling at the hands of Martin Stephen), back from the dead for the second time and desparate to avenge himself on Gresham for his perceived actions in getting him exiled in the first place. In addition to this Gresham's age-old foe, Lord Cecil, Earl of Salisbury, dies at the start, not before giving Gresham a mission to track down several vital missing documents penned by the King (James VI/I) to his lover Robert Carr. This gives Gresham the chance to meet his new parliamentary foe - Sir Edward Coke, ably joined by Carr's friend and general thug Sir Thomas Overbury (whom Gresham neatly brings to earth with a literal bloody nose fairly swiftly).
Political intrigue abounds as we weave through a multitude of documents to discover that not only are their explicit love lettes but multiple original versions of Shaskespeare's plays allpointing to the fact that he never wrote them, rather rewrote the more paltry efforts of other authors, Bishop Andrewes, Kit Marlowe and the king himself to name a few. Of course, it `s not quite so simple as that, but we are shown a snivelling, pusillanimous Shakespeare that jars simply on the author's rough treatment of western literature's greatest playwright.
So, with Marlow aiming to get his Fall of Lucifer aired, discredit Will, give Gresham and Jane a dose of the pox and Sirs Edward and Thomas aiming to get Gresham removed we skip from Oxford college rooftops, to a brief sojourn at the King's pleasure in the Tower, to frantic boat chases and kidnaps to its glorious explosive culmination on the Thames. Gresham narrowly avoids death multiple times (though at least he has to undergo serious recuperation each time, rather doesn't spring back unharmed more sprightly than before), and generally cuts a dangerous path through London's upper class hearts and minds on his way to uncovering the truth. A James Bond for the seventeenth century.
All in all highly enjoyable and it appears from the unnecessary postscript at the end that a third is in the pipeline and advisedly so. Henry Gresham joins a long line of superspies and his efforts are well worth the read on that long train journey.
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