Equal parts history, mystery, and character study, British novelist Alan Judd's newest work asks the centuries-old question: if a fellow named Ingram Frizer was indeed the man who killed Christopher Marlowe in that infamous barroom brawl (as by all accounts he was), then what provoked it? An unpaid bill, as suggested? Or was there something more sinister behind it--in addition to being a playwright and poet Marlowe was also, of course, a part-time spy--something connected to one or more of Marlowe's clandestine missions? Is it possible he was assassinated? Told in the first person by real-life professional spy and codebreaker Thomas Phelippes--sharing his memories of Marlowe even though, by Judd's own reckoning, it's unlikely they ever met--the story moves swiftly from one dangerous mission to another (largely intelligence-gathering operations involving England's principal enemies, Spain and the Catholic Church), one top-secret meeting in some out-of-the-way location hard on the heels of the last one. The language has an unmistakably quasi-formal, 16th century vibe to it, and the heavily-researched detail is extraordinary. ("A Fine Madness" could be taught in a class on English history, it's so chockful of info.) There are a lot of characters to sort through--kings, queens, couriers, innkeepers, rich men, poor men, spies--and all the various plots and counterplots can be awfully hard to follow. And the cover description--"A Christopher Marlowe Murder Mystery"--is a bit misleading, too; this isn't so much a whodunit as an examination of what made a remarkable, and remarkably complex young man, tick. If you enjoy it as a mystery, fine. But if you accept it instead as a fictional look at the final years of Kit Marlowe's life, even better. "A Fine Madness" may not be a masterpiece, but it's a fine read, nevertheless.