Book Review: Dance with Death by Will Thomas
A
royal wedding is about to take place in the heart of Victorian London. One of
its guests will be an assassin. Their reputations on the line, can detectives
Cyrus Barker and Thomas Llewelyn track down the killer before it’s too late?
This is the question that lies at the heart of this mystery-thriller hybrid, Dance with Death by
Will Thomas.
While
I have not read any of the first twelve books in the series, Will Thomas’s
thirteenth installment of his Barker and Llewelyn duo is welcoming. Though
there are mentions and connections of prior cases, they are not essential to
engagement. The author makes it seem as if Barker and Llewellyn, stern Scot and
genial Welshman, are as old friends to the reader.
The
two detectives run a private inquiry agency and are tasked by a man named Jim
Hercules, an anomalous guard of tsarevich Nicholas, heir to ruler of Russia.
Jim is amongst Nicholas’s retinue during the tsarevich’s visit to London for
his friend Prince George the Duke of York’s royal wedding. It is rumored Queen
Victoria plans for Nicholas to marry her favorite granddaughter. All the while,
bodyguard Jim fears an assassin is out for the Russian prince.
Barker
and Llewellyn navigate London’s royal halls, hidden tunnels, perilous slums,
and capacious parks to unmask the hired executioner. They sift through all
manner of suspect groups—socialists, Marxists, anarchists, even Russian
aristocracy and the tsarevich’s secret police traveling in tow, the Okhrana.
Full of twists, turns, and historical figures from Karl Marx’s daughter
Eleanor, leader of London’s Socialist League, to William Morris and Prince
Georges (there are two), the book is a thrilling and intriguing ride. Dance with Death possesses
the milieu, mystery, and suspense akin to the Charles Lenox series by Charles
Finch, The Darwin Affair by
Tim Mason, and Bonnie MacBird’s Sherlock pastiches.
The
reader would anticipate author Will Thomas to be a librarian of Oxford or
Cambridge, Edinburgh or Cardiff for that matter, rather than from Oklahoma. His
knowledge and execution of Victorian times, players, mores, and language are
commendable. Moreover, the dramatis personae is well-wrought. Barker is a
quick-thinking veteran, and younger Llewelyn matches the angst in getting to
the center of it all.
Thomas
populates his novel with robust female characters. Llewelyn’s wife Rebecca,
rival detective Ms. Fletcher, and the tsarevich’s mistress Mathilde do not
merely inhabit the page, but splash it with vibrancy, resplendency, and
panache. Further, royal intrigue abounds astride mystery and thrills. The
detectives confer with the Queen’s Guards, the Home Office, ambassadors, royal
servants, diplomats, and the royals themselves. The reader is whisked to
gardens, to Kensington Palace, to balls and weddings. The countermelody to this
beguiling traipse looms in the form of an assassin with a rifle in shadow.
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