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Book a head full of ghosts
Book a head full of ghosts




book a head full of ghosts

Shay falls for a young man called Nonesuch “a name made of stone and glass”, Osman writes – a phrase with a nice ring but which, on second reading, made me wonder: why stone and glass? The danger with fine prose is that there can be more sound than substance, and occasionally Osman gets carried away with the power of his own voice. Her faith makes her a fugitive, one of the outcasts of London, like those who form the revolutionary theatre troupe that lies at the centre of this novel. In one effective scene early in the novel, her tribe is described observing a murmuration of starlings, “the shape of candle smoke or that twist of stars that lights clear nights”. For starters, Shay is an “Aviscultan”, one of a group of outcasts in post-Reformation England who worship birds and risk their lives to free them from captivity. Be warned: if you believe, along with the late Hilary Mantel, that historical fiction should be rigorous in its accuracy as far as that accuracy is possible, this may not be the novel for you. And yet it can’t quite be described as a historical novel, but more as a blend of fantasy and historical flavour.

book a head full of ghosts

The Ghost Theatre is set in Elizabethan London, and even features a significant cameo from the Virgin Queen herself. His second novel is another wild ride, a vigorous adventure that reinforces the sense of an author with energy and wit to spare. But Osman, bassist and founding member of the British band Suede, knows something about perseverance. It was published just before the first Covid lockdown, when our collective attention was understandably elsewhere. That was the story of two brothers, a 21st-century tale of murder and mystery that embraced the fantastical as it moved through London, Los Angeles, Las Vegas. In his debut, 2020’s The Ruins, Mat Osman proved himself to be a vivid and imaginative writer. The gods – step – are birds – step – and the birds – step – are gods – leap.” They spread like a fountain and she repeated the catechism under her breath: The gods are birds and the birds are gods. “She came down with a crash, sending a flock of pigeons skywards in a soft explosion of feathers. Our young heroine, Shay, hurtles above Eastcheap and St Peter’s Hill, St Paul’s Church a landmark in the near distance.

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T he Ghost Theatre begins with a London rooftop chase worthy of Mission: Impossible.






Book a head full of ghosts