Genre: Mystery/Historical Fiction
Publisher: Viking
Publication Date: January 2011
Reviewed by Anne Barnhill
Heartstone, the fifth mystery featuring Tudor lawyer, Matthew Shardlake, is an epic tale set in the later years of the reign of Henry VIII, when England is at war yet again with France and the social problems–debased coinage, food shortages, all able-bodied men conscripted to the army–plague the populace. Against this sweeping historical background, Matthew Shardlake finds himself in the middle of the action, at Portsmouth, where the French navy is about to invade.
Shardlake and his assistant, the likeable Jack Barak, have gone to Portsmouth as part of an investigation for Henry’s queen, Catherine Parr, about a possibly corrupt situation regarding a ward, young Hugh Curteys, who is in the care of a Master Hobbeys. The Queen’s old servant has a son, Michael, who served as tutor to Hugh, and her son has told her there have been “monstrous wrongs” done to the boy. A few days later, Michael is found dead, a suicide. Or at least, that’s what the coroner says.
Add to this situation one Ellen Fettiplace, a woman housed in the Bedlam, infamous hospital for the insane. Shardlake is a friend of Ellen’s and visits her regularly–these consistent visitations have made Ellen fall in love with the lawyer. Hers is a sad case and, while he’s in the country investigating Hugh Curteys’ situation, he decides to look into the dreadful events that put Ellen in the Bedlam nineteen years ago. Since he’s in the neighborhood….
This is my first Shardlake mystery and I was able to follow along easily. The book stands well on its own. I am particularly impressed with the delicious details and the complexity of the characters–nothing is simple, yet the plot fits together beautifully. Obviously, Sansom is very much at home in the world of Tudor England and has the gifts to bring that sweating, boisterous, bubbling, brimming world alive for the rest of us. Here is a sample:
I stepped out into the sunlit courtyard. The astronomical clock over the
arch in front of me showed four o’clock. The red-brick buildings cast
barely a shadow on the courtyard; the paving stones shimmered in the heat.
Sweat pricked at my brow. A messenger in the King’s livery rode fast
through the courtyard, under the opposite arch, perhaps with some message
for the military commanders.
Then I saw two men standing in a doorway, looking at me. I recognized
both, and my heart sank. Warner had said Sir Thomas Seymour was at
Hampton Court and here he was, in a bright yellow doublet, black hose
on his long shapely legs, the handsome face above his dark red beard as
hard and mocking as I remembered. He stood with his hands on his hips
in a pose of courtly arrogance; the stance in which Holbein had painted
the King. Beside him, short and neat in his lawyer’s robe, stood Sir Richard
Rich, his fellow member of the Privy Council, the King’s willing tool in the
dirtiest pieces of State business done these last ten years.
Shardlake is filled with dread seeing these men for two reasons: first, he has had dealings with them before and they are enemies; and second, he is a hunchback. This physical flaw had particular significance in Tudor times–such deformities were considered signs of bad luck and lax moral character–the sign of the devil. Shardlake takes much abuse because of his condition and others often use it against him, trying to make him feel less secure and less of a man. In the ambitious world of the Court, any means to advance oneself is justified, even if it means taunting an enemy.
Though this is my first Shardlake mystery, it will not be my last–I intend to procure the others as soon as possible–I suggest you do the same. A marvelous read!
Review copy provided by publisher.