I thought The Emperor's Gold one of the best Napoelonic-based whodunnits of the year - I know Manda rates this highly and with good reason, for it is Smiley's People with a Brummel cravat. Of Honest Fame is every bit as good, with the added grit of seasoned realism borne from an absolute awareness of place, especially the high and low of 19th century London. The use of language is also brilliant - you know the idioms used are just as were spoken (my favourite is unrepeatable here) - and even the occasional lapses into conversational French are excusable; even if you don't speak it, the scene itself reveals the gist of it.
It is Dr Zhivago meets Jane Austen and the wonderfully-drawn characters perfectly compliment the Byzantine plot. I won't go into that, but it is every bit as gripping as any Le Carre - I got this on my birthday (thanks for that - best present of all) and I have not been able to put it down since.
The best of her characters is simply called Boy, because he is one. Readers encountering Boy may raise an eyebrow at some ragged urchin being able to read, write, play and notate music, understand umpteen languages and still blend in with London's riff-raff and pick locks. But those who know their era better will recall that any eleven-year-old midshipman arriving in HM Navy was expected, in three years, to have learned Chronology, Navigation, Astronomy, Latitude, Longitude, Marine Surveying and Geography among others - not to mention how to use a boarding cutlass, a flintlock and the finer points of dancing. So he is not unusual - even if he does know a Maestro I presume to be Beethoven - also a spy for the English. I liked that touch and have to presume the Maestro's identity because you weren't hammered over the head with Famous Historical Personage syndrome - the only clue was Boy's solicitous inquiry regarding the Maestro's hearing.
I simply love this book and now I want to read the other one, called May 1812. I am told the author is a woman and, though it does not matter, I am curious as to why this fact is never acknowledged, either in the website blurb or on the book jacket. Is there advantage in being thought of as a man writing a book like this? I wouldn't have thought so.
This deserves to be a huge success. I am sorry none of the mainstream publishers seem to think so and, as the characters would say, 'cock' for missing it. One of the Top Five books I have read this year.
Robert Low