Carrell’s heroine is one Kate Stanley, a former academic turned theatre director. A few days before her Globe production of Hamlet is due to open, rehearsals are interrupted by a surprise visit from her erstwhile mentor, Roz Howard. Soon, Professor Howard is dead, the Globe is torched and Kate is on the run from the police, accompanied by an enigmatic former SAS officer and in possession of a mysterious gift from Roz. From there, we are taken on a breathless hunt from London to Cambridge, Massachussetts, where there is another arson attack, this time on Harvard’s Widener Library. The trail then skips backwards and forwards across the Atlantic, climaxing in the Arizona hills.
If you have read any of Dan Brown’s Robert Langdon novels, you will be familiar with Carrell’s style. There are lots of clues to be solved, plenty of chases and her main novelistic technique appears to be to use plenty of pace and attack to distract the reader’s attention from the holes in the plot, the totally implausible coincidences that litter the book and the cardboard characterisation. Every character in the story appears to speak in the same kind of voice and, just like Dan Brown’s characters, they can’t seem to be able to resist giving potted lectures to help the story along in a way that no real person would ever do.
I have one other minor quibble. Carrell, despite having studied in England, makes some fundamental mistakes in her treatment of scenes set in England or with English characters, including an incorrect English street name and a comment on the likelihood of being a victim of crime in London that would have been anachronistic in 1950s London, let alone the London of the 2000s. I appreciate these are minor criticisms but they did have a negative impact on my enjoyment of the book. It wouldn’t have taken much research to get this right.
It’s not all bad, though. The story moves quickly and there are some interesting Shakespearean titbits. It’s a harmless, sub-Dan Brown page turner which whiled away a few hours and would be moderately amusing for any Shakespeare fan with a taste for detective stories. Literature this ain’t, let alone the Great Shakespeare Novel but I’ve bought the sequel anyway.