This is the best non-SFF traditionally published book I read this year.
I’ve never steeped foot in the famed city of Venice, Italy, which is constructed from a group of more than one hundred islands linked by canals, features more than four hundred bridges, and is one of the world’s most venerated cities. However, I feel as if I’ve been there now, thanks to my reading of the fabulous historical murder-mystery/political thriller, “The Venetian Heretic”, by illustrious author Christian Cameron.
In the novel, Cameron catapults the reader into the exotic 17th century Merchant Republic of Venice, where British fencing teacher and former military man Richard Hughes struggles to sustain himself financially, though his lifestyle expectations are by no means ostentatious. This is a man who has been a galley slave, and seen the depredations of war, so he knows how far one can fall. He’s mostly just happy to be alive, scrape out a livelihood, and enjoy all the beauty and grandeur of the city he now calls home.
The Venice in which Hughes lives conceals a place teeming with political intrigue, scandal, organized crime, and even murder, beneath the façade of colorful marketplaces, stunning architecture, and the courtly manners of an elite cosmopolitan society, obsessed with the opera craze that dominates city life, as much as the city’s renowned waterways.
Hughes tries to live simply, and enjoy the positives that his humble circumstances bring. He has a stalwart and scholarly roommate named Filippo, and an interesting female student, a very talented opera singer, who fascinates him. Overall, things aren’t perfect, there could always be more money, but in general things are going well for him.
But life wasn’t meant, it seems, to be simple for our main character. Hughes can’t avoid being ensnared in the city’s subterfuge.
A libertine professor becomes a victim of foul play. Moreover, none other than the Holy Inquisition is searching for an innkeeper’s wife, who’s disappeared. Is the opera merely glorious theatre, and the seat of Venice’s rich culture, or something more insidious? Hughes seems determined to find the answers to these questions, at great peril to his person.
Fortunately for Hughes, the mysterious Phillip de Chambray, someone hiding their identity, is on his side, as they partner to play detective, trying to unravel the labyrinthine machinations that will take them even beyond the exterior of the Venetian Republic into the heart of privilege and power.
Together they will brave the seedy back-alleys, dangerous enemies including a red-masked malefactor, and navigate a maze of conspiracy to seek the truth, and hopefully not find themselves skewered at the business end of a dagger or sword in the process.
Masterful characterization is one of the benefits of reading any novel by Cameron, irrespective of the sub-genres he’s writing in; his historical fiction is no exception.
Richard Hughes just might be one of favourite historical fiction characters, and Cameron grounds him in the realism that I crave in my protagonists.
He’s a complex man, yet an ordinary man, and at his core, a good man. He’s also an experienced one, who’s already lived an exciting life, and is aware that excitement is not all glamorous. He’s a very able duelist, but not a prodigy. He’s very relatable.
In terms of the detective role he assumes, he’s no Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, or Philip Marlowe. But he’s clever enough to know what he doesn’t know and figure out what he indeed NEEDS to know.
'''I’m English. We know our wools.'''
Yet Hughes is also a brave man, and we admire him for it. He’s not going to back down, or stick his head in the sand, ignoring the evil around him. He’s going to fight it.
'''I’ve had years to perfect my imbecilic desire to run at things that scare me.'''
I also love that Cameron does not succumb to the common temptation of a writer making their heroes nigh invincible, and the top fighter of their generation, in this kind of book. I find the story is better for it. And because of it, the reader can never bask in the certainty, despite any first-person narrative, that Hughes’ wits (or his swordplay when wits fail) will be sufficient to enable him to make it out alive, and that’s a real authorial skill to accomplish the feeling of dread for the protagonist’s fate when the story is told from the protagonist’s perspective.
You couldn’t ask for a better number two character, who feels more like a co-number one, in Philip de Chambray. Fearless, tough, gritty, intelligent, with a sparkling sense of ironic humour, concealing their true self for reasons, if you like your characters easy to root for, you’ve found them with de Chambray.
The rest of the assembled cast is diverse and compelling. It wouldn’t Venice if it wasn’t replete with gondoliers. Don’t’ worry, Cameron doesn’t neglect them. But there’s plenty to see besides the iconic taxi drivers of the canals, with merchants, machinists, prostitutes, clergy, and more. Yet in the novel, even the most seemingly simple and unassuming common folk can be as secretive and deceptive as any courtier. Cameron keeps us wondering about the motivations concealed behind the carnival masks, and the reader never knows who harbours nefarious intentions until they reveal themselves.
To my absolute giddy delight as a history nerd, we’re also treated to a few appearances of several major historical figures. For one, Charles de Batz de Castelmore D’Artagnan, the real-life figure better known as the basis for THE D’Artagnan, hero of Alexander Dumas’ “The Three Musketeers”. Another, Francisco Cavalli, singer, organist, and composer of more than thirty operas. There are more, but those tidbits should please anyone who loves such cameos in their hist fic.
The prose is excellent, and captures the lofty, cultivated language of the historical period in which the book takes place, while remaining highly readable and accessible for modern tastes.
The setting is, of course, spectacular, but it takes an author whose been there, loves the city, and has superlative descriptive talents, to bring Venice of that era to life. Being a learned writer doesn’t hurt. Cameron is certainly a man of letters, (say nothing of being a man of action) with formal education and training as a historian. (To boot he’s also served in military intelligence officer, with THE NCIS, and the Department of Homeland Security). And he adores Venice, having travelled there numerous times. He knows Venice, AND he knows a lot about the period of Venice he’s writing in.
So, of course, Cameron is just the writer for the job. As I said at the onset of this review, Cameron’s evocative writing makes me feel I that was in the ancient city, walking inside the palazzos, marvelling at the impressive sights of the floating metropolis, while realizing the decay and corruption that lurks underneath, both figuratively and literally.
Which leads me to some of the incredible thematic work. "La Serenissima" means "The Most Serene", in Italian, and that is Venice’s nickname. But in the novel, while on the surface, it’s tranquil in the canals, the government is stable and democratic, and Venice is the envy of the world, with tourists flocking to take in the uniqueness (and of course the parties and the opera), in fact, things have the potential for explosion.
Outside forces want to take over the city, as numerous kingdoms like the Ottomans threaten to swallow Venice whole. Inside, the brewing opera situation, where those sinister inquisitors are bent to stop at nothing to root out and brutally punish so-called apostasy, to maintain the supremacy of Catholic orthodoxy, is a powder keg waiting to blow up. If the sea doesn’t destroy Venice, it might be otherwise destroyed from within, or from without. Cameron conveys this looming sense of dread in the background of the thriller plot, with our heroes caught in the middle, trying to do their small part to keep disaster at bay, and it is wonderfully done.
I’ve said in almost every review of every book I’ve reviewed by Cameron, there’s a list of select few authors, for me, that write actions scenes par excellence, and Cameron is perhaps near the very top of that list. My pantheon of tremendous ancient/fantasy combat scene writers currently includes these seven: Cameron, Wurts, Gwynne, Cornwell, GRR Martin, Erikson, Lawrence.
The duels in this novel will get your heart racing, and for those readers who look for stirring swordfights as a must for your hist fic or fantasy, no important detail of sword fighting that you could possibly be looking for, is left to the imagination. Welcome to reading Christian Cameron.
Are you surprised? I’m not. For those not aware, Cameron is a renowned reenactor and adventurer, who travels the world to help recreate some of history’s most famous battles from the past, from those of ancient Greece to the American Revolution, and everything in between. With his active role in the armoured fighting community worldwide, and more than four decades as a weapons and fencing expert, this is the person you want writing your historical fantasy for authenticity and gravitas. That is what you get in “The Venetian Heretic.”
Cameron is one of most brilliant and multifaceted authors I’ve ever had the privilege of reading. Be the backdrop outer space, the Renaissance, or a made-up medieval-type fantasy secondary world, Cameron will ensure you’re totally immersed and enthralled. Such is the case with “The Venetian Heretic”. It is must-read historical fiction, spun by a master of the craft.
5 sparkling stars out of 5 rating.