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Days Without Number

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Days Without Number is crammed with enough surprises, twists, and suspense to keep the most blasé mystery reader guessing; a page-turner from beginning to end. The plot revolves around the Paleologus family, and the family house, Trennor, in Cornwall. The only member of the family living in the house is 84-year-old Michael, the father, and the story is told from the point of view of Nick, the youngest son, who returns to Cornwall at the request of his two sisters and two brothers. A stranger has made a fabulous offer for Trennor, well over the market value. Their father doesn't want to sell, but his adult children need the money.

The offer has been conveyed by Elspeth Hartley, who explains its generosity; she says that because she and the man she represents believe an important historical relic is hidden in Trennor's walls. Nick joins with his brothers and sisters to try to persuade their father to sell, but before any decision can be made, a sudden death, followed by a macabre discovery in Trennor, a sinister anonymous communication, and disaster piled on disaster, lead Nick to the conclusion that someone is toying with his family, perhaps even conspiring to destroy them.

Throughout the book, Goddard uses location and atmosphere to enhance the mystery and the feeling of doom. Each of the characters comes alive for the reader, especially Nick, whose tragic past is gradually revealed as the mystery plays out. He journeys to Scotland and to Venice in search of answers, especially the identities of his tormentors. He learns nearly everything before the book is finished, and undergoes profound changes in the course of his discovery. No one could forecast the end.

Days Without Number is crammed with enough surprises, twists, and suspense to keep the most blasé mystery reader guessing; a page-turner from beginning to end. The plot revolves around the Paleologus family, and the family house, Trennor, in Cornwall. The only member of the family living in the house is 84-year-old Michael, the father, and the story is told from the point of view of Nick, the youngest son, who returns to Cornwall at the request of his two sisters and two brothers. A stranger has made a fabulous offer for Trennor, well over the market value. Their father doesn't want to sell, but his adult children need the money.

The offer has been conveyed by Elspeth Hartley, who explains its generosity; she says that because she and the man she represents believe an important historical relic is hidden in Trennor's walls. Nick joins with his brothers and sisters to try to persuade their father to sell, but before any decision can be made, a sudden death, followed by a macabre discovery in Trennor, a sinister anonymous communication, and disaster piled on disaster, lead Nick to the conclusion that someone is toying with his family, perhaps even conspiring to destroy them.

Throughout the book, Goddard uses location and atmosphere to enhance the mystery and the feeling of doom. Each of the characters comes alive for the reader, especially Nick, whose tragic past is gradually revealed as the mystery plays out. He journeys to Scotland and to Venice in search of answers, especially the identities of his tormentors. He learns nearly everything before the book is finished, and undergoes profound changes in the course of his discovery. No one could forecast the end.

I picked this up because it's set in places near my home in Cornwall, so I thought it would be fun -- & it is, great fun. It gets dinged one star because the sense of place is weak. Goddard drops real place names but fails to describe them in a way that would bring them to life for someone who hasn't been there.

One reviewer said this isn't Goddard's best. If that's the case, then I'm in for a treat, because it's my first & I enjoyed it enough to want to read more Goddard. The plot is compelling &, delightfully, intelligent. Some of the spiritual & ethical questions raised by the book are fairly thought-provoking. Yet it's also a page-turning thriller. Quite an achievement.

I was also impressed with the characters, who are well developed, especially the protagonist. Well worth the read.

Nicholas Paleologus and his deceased brothers and sisters are the descendents of the last emperor of Byzantium. Their eighty-four year old father Michael is still alive and lives in a large house called Tennor in Cornwall. When Elspeth Hartley, Mr Tantris's PA shows Nick the missing window of the Day of Judgement at the church of St Neot and hints at the fact that it may be immured somewhere in the structure of Tennor thus immensely increasing the value of the property, Nick and his brothers and sisters have only one thing in mind - to convince their father Michael to sell the house to Mr Tantris. But it will take much more than simply convincing their father...

I enjoyed this well written novel. The story is built up well and keeps the reader in suspense. However, the semi-historical context of the story is uninteresting at best for many people (Knights Templar, and related) and leads towards an anti-climax in the end. I have read better work from the hands of Robert Goddard.

Robert Goddard's latest thriller seems to be written within the mould this perspicacious author has set himself. Perspicacious? Yes, well - Goddard is the kind of author who does tend to use archaic words, sending one scrabbling for a dictionary older than your average Macquarie or Oxford. You won't find `phocine' in any recent one, that's for sure.
But will the hooked reader waste time searching for rare words? Perhaps not: these thrillers of Goddard have the habit of keeping one engaged, despite many twists and turns that have the mind simultaneously wanting more and wondering how on earth it's all going to clarify and tie up in the end. The curlicues and hairpin bends in this particular novel are of fine calibre: we have history, we have accuracy in props and language, we have archaeological detail the like of which will set even the most demanding reader's hair on end.
Nick Paleologus (yes, even names have that unlikely ring to them, but seem to weave well into the warp and weft of it all) is the son of a retired archaeologist, with a family of siblings whose closet of skeletons is not exactly run of the mill suburban fare. Is it important that his family name is linked to the Emperors of Byzantium? Suspense of disbelief is necessary in most novels; here one widens the eyes and pleads for more. He has an irascible father, something many of us can relate to, seeing the comparatively recent time in which the novel is set. Irascible fathers were the order of the day then, and not only in England. The reader understands the cynical bent, the sardonic remarks, the pointed self-absorption that erases all else.
The siblings too, are admirably drawn, especially the female ones and their sad choices in spouses, their mistakes with raising children, and bewilderment when faced with adolescent escapades coming home to roost.
But what draws and amazes most in this book is the history, and the weave of known events into a convoluted story that impresses not only with its ability to thrill and make one turn pages, but especially with its ability to make one conjure and devise possible explanations. What a writer it takes to manage to persuade a reader of a possible historic explanation that sits there, dangling its possibilities under one's nose, swinging and tempting with seduction. What a way to devise a red herring. This method of charming an audience is perhaps foolproof, because it uses the reader's own bank of general knowledge. Who would not be persuaded to stay on to find out if their educated guess is right?
Educated: the operative word here. These novels of Goddard's, and Days Without Number in particular, appeal to readers with a considerable bank of general knowledge, with a considerable love of those facts and figures, those nuggets of trivia, garnered over the years and necessary only - these days - when it comes to the vicarious pleasure of watching quiz shows. So one reads with pleasure, recalling stuff considered redundant, and taking pleasure in the fact someone has taken the time to write it all into a means for entertainment.
There is a persecutor here: a villain bent on torturing the protagonist and his family members. The identity of this vulture is withheld until it is rendered quite skilfully and all too clearly plain. But that is not nearly enough: there is a larger all encompassing and all meaningful mystery that hangs until the very last pages, and that is the big `what if' question the author sets us. Exactly how skilfully this matter is tackled needs to be examined by the individual reader. Only those who enjoy intellectually driven novels will enjoy this kind of ploy. A philosophical question of judgement, of morality, of consequences and resolution is set to readers, who find out more about themselves than they think they would at the outset. Relating to a protagonist - or two - as they set out towards the proverbial blue yonder at the end can make or break a novel. Here, as usual, the reader must decide, teased until conclusion with even the titles of chapters!
In Days Without Number, we do not have the expected protagonist turned sleuth, an archetype expected in much modern fiction. Instead, we are given an entire family whose distance and cordiality developed over time is erased with a kind of sticky intimacy one associates with infancy. Once more, brothers and sisters are forced to `hold hands'. They rediscover personality traits in their siblings they thought they could hold at arm's length, disassociate from their own bank of quirks. Escapades and exploits of parents and avuncular relatives are once more brought to the surface and examined for kinks, with the result that modern motives become clearer and more rabid: more mercenary.
The pursuit of happiness becomes confused with the pursuit of comfort and financial ease. Who today would not relate to that? The solution of a historical mystery is bound up with personal dilemmas the like of which we all nurse. What if? The reader is set a perplexing puzzle ensconced within locations, historic settings and very plausible details so that one asks oneself the very personal and pertinent question: what would I do in such a situation?
One also asks the question: would I be so gullible, given such a strange set of circumstances? The answer is not always clear, because fathers and siblings are not easy to deal with, even in the best of families. Emotional motives, sticks and carrots, abound. The bones of family skeletons are not hollow, nor are they light. Relating to the disclosure of a fictional history brings one close to considering one's own: what stories did our parents tell us? And with what motives?

Rosanne Dingli

This does not count amoung Goddard's best, but it is still interesting. Deception's behind deception's is the motto here.
I found the ending although suspensefull, a bit of a let down.
The historical side of the novel is intriguing though.