Lamentation

A return to form, Sansom at full strength, with a complex series of interlocked conundrums, and an unrelated case to further complicate Shardlake's difficulties. This is a fine picture of the unstable and dangerous religious difficulties of the period, when it was impossible to know what one could safely believe from week to week. Life and the afterlife both depended upon unsteady doctrinal pronouncement from a sovereign half-mad with pain and power.

Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely

What is particularly fine about Sansom’s Shardlake, is not just that there are complex, credible stories, blending known history with the imagined individuals Sansom so wonderfully delineates, nor just the excellent evocation and fleshing out of time, place and history itself, in a form without dryness - what is known or surmised from research given life and fascinating detail, nor even just the marvellous word-smithery, the satisfying way words, sentences, paragraphs and all the rest are put together.

Instead, it is I suppose the creation of a character, lawyer Matthew Shardlake, who is wonderfully complex, authentic, self aware, honest about his failings – and is totally credible. I love the insecurity and keeping-the-reader-guessing of the Unreliable narrator – but, actually, with what relief I surrendered to an utterly reliable narrator, letting the reader inside his heart and head – it is the WORLD our narrator lives in, which is unreliable, dangerous, not to be trusted.

And what a world it is. It is 1546, Henry VIIIth, monstrous, psychopathic, with ultimate power, is dying. The kingdom is riven with religious and political extremism, with factions vying for power and control, readying themselves for the time when the king dies (itself a treasonous topic to even give voice to). Henry’s son, Edward, is still a boy – which faction will win the right to rule as Regent? These were most dangerous times – particularly as Henry flip-flops, as his health declines, in his own faith on the spectrum of reform and tradition. It’s a most Orwellian time, with trials for heresy, torture, betrayal and burning for espousing beliefs which may have been acceptable last month, and are so no longer, this.

Shardlake (well, I should probably say, Sansom) drops nuggets of fascination on every page about this period in the dying years of Henry’s reign, like the fact that the very clothing people wore could be something which broke the law – there was a class system in terms of who could wear what, fabrics, colours, decoration – you literally were not allowed to dress above your station – or the details of Tudor medical practice.

But, to return to Shardlake. Someone, another reviewer, possibly a blogger, made mention that Shardlake felt like ‘a friend’. And that it is exactly. A fictional person (I suppose we must admit) but one so real that the reader kind of forgets Sansom wrote the book, as the ‘I’ of Shardlake’s narration is so very, very real. And because we care so much for this remarkably honest, perceptive and subtle man, we care for those HE cares for, we see the world through HIS eyes, we trust who HE trusts, and if he is mistaken in his trust it hurts US, we too feel the betrayal. He is a kind of moral touchstone. Weirdly, very very weirdly Shardlake reminds me of Jane Eyre – in that, here we have a person who can look at themselves clear, a person that others see as having fine judgement, a person of intelligence and integrity.

I must admit it took me an age to read this 600 page book, simply because I found my level of anxiety and unease too high to sit with – the painting of that world 5 centuries ago rendered close and very scary indeed.

‘Lamentation’ the title of the book refers to a very dangerous pamphlet, a kind of religious confessional, written by Henry’s last wife, Catherine Parr, which has gone missing. The Queen’s faith is a little too radical/reformist compared to what Henry is now professing, as he is beginning to lean towards a more traditionalist, Catholic stance, as regards belief about the Mass. Along with the investigations and schisms in Court, between King’s party and Queen’s party, Shardlake also has private investigations, particularly the difficult case of a brother and sister, one a religious reformist, one a traditionalist, with a deep enmity between them, and a hidden secret, implacably fighting each other over a will which has been designed to foster their personal enmity. Fiction and fact, private individual and the larger stage of known, powerful, historical men and women, are woven together most skilfully.

Tremendous, absorbing, and very chilling. Particularly when we too could be said to live in ‘interesting times’, where, to quote a well known line from a poem by W.B. Yeats – ‘the best lack all conviction, whilst the worst are full of passionate intensity’ – fervent, implacable ideas of right and wrong, MY right, YOUR wrong, stalk the land.

I finished this caught up in a huge roller-coaster of emotions, feeling both relief and sorrow, and thinking about certain ambiguities. Who knows.

There is also a very useful laying out of historical fact, and also historical conjecture, by Sansom, at the end of the novel

I received this as a review copy from the publishers, Mulholland Press

Oh, Shardlake. What a wonderful idea, the Tudor detective novel. The first book was a favourite of mine when I was in Sixth Form, and when I saw this I had to request it, just for the nostalgia. I don't know why I never read the sequel at the time, but i've very glad to have been brought back to this series now. A wonderful, fast paced, intricate story. It's clear a huge amount of time and effort has gone into the historical research, and the text reflecting this with it's richness. A lovely read.

Lamentation: (Matthew Shardlake #6)

I haven't read all of the books in this series, but the ones I've read have been excellent, and this one kept me fascinated throughout.

Matthew Shardlake, lawyer and hunchback, has seen many changes during the reign of Henry VIII. Currently heretics and Protestants with radical views are being hunted, tortured, and burned at the stake even as the vicious Henry's health declines. As the book opens, Shardlake is forced to attend the burning of Anne Askew and two other heretics, a gruesome task.

When summoned to the aid of Catherine Parr, Henry's sixth and final wife, Shardlake is enlisted to discover a manuscript the queen has written that could easily result in a charge of treason--and there are many who hope to have that happen. The corrupt and complicated atmosphere of the court is a treacherous mine-field that even those of highest position must navigate. Not only the queen, but her family, friends, and sympathizers could be brought down, and finding someone to trust in this maelstrom of conflicting religious and political views becomes a formidable undertaking.

Shardlake, whose attachment to Catherine Parr is a kind of unrequited love, will put himself and his friends in danger as he devotes his energies to protecting the queen. (Whenever I read about the Tudor period, I'm again aghast at the intricacies and danger associated with the time. Bloody Mary, Henry's daughter, is well known for her persecution of Protestants, but often overlooked is Henry's persecution of both Catholics and Protestants.) Almost everyone at court looked for political advancement, yet any misstep could lead to death, not only of the accused, but of family and friends.

As usual, Sansom does a terrific job with historical facts and atmosphere, with well-rounded characters, and with interesting subplots. Highly recommended.

NetGalley/Mulholland Books

Historical Mystery. February 24, 2015. Print version: 656 pages.