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"The Conjurer's Bird is a story inspired by one of the great puzzles of natural history: that of the Mysterious Bird of Ulieta. Seen only once, in 1774, by Captain Cook's second expedition to the South Seas, a single specimen was captured, preserved, and brought back to England. The bird was given to naturalist Joseph Banks, who displayed it proudly in his collection until its sudden, unexplained disappearance." "Two hundred years later, naturalists continue to wonder if the world will ever get another glimpse of the elusive bird. Were it not for ...
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"The Conjurer's Bird is a story inspired by one of the great puzzles of natural history: that of the Mysterious Bird of Ulieta. Seen only once, in 1774, by Captain Cook's second expedition to the South Seas, a single specimen was captured, preserved, and brought back to England. The bird was given to naturalist Joseph Banks, who displayed it proudly in his collection until its sudden, unexplained disappearance." "Two hundred years later, naturalists continue to wonder if the world will ever get another glimpse of the elusive bird. Were it not for a colored drawing done by the ship's artist, there would be nothing to say that the bird had ever existed." "The Conjurer's Bird is a literary mystery and love story that tackles the intrigue surrounding the celebrated Banks, his secret affair with an enigmatic woman known only as "Miss B," and the legendary bird that becomes a touchstone for their love." Seamlessly spanning two time periods, The Conjurer's Bird is at once the story of this romance and of a present-day conservationist named Fitz, who is drawn into a thrilling and near-impossible race to find the elusive bird's only known remains.
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Linking past and present as it reveals the fate of an ornithological marvel, BBC Television producer Martin Davies's The Conjurer's Bird is a rarity in its own right -- compelling literary suspense that will appeal to mystery fans, history buffs, and nature lovers.

The Mysterious Bird of Ulieta, seen only once, during Captain Cook's 1774 expedition to a remote Pacific island, is an enigma: "one of Nature's conjuring tricks -- a creature that had disappeared as if with a wave of the hand." Now, more than two centuries later, London conservationist John "Fitz" Fitzgerald -- an authority on extinct birds -- is approached by his former lover and offered a lucrative reward if he can somehow track down the one and only specimen brought back from Cook's expedition. Chances are the preserved remains of the thrush-like bird haven't survived the intervening years; but the highly inquisitive Fitz, with the help of an intrepid graduate student named Katya, sets out to unravel the mystery that begins with the bird's last known owner, the eminent 18th-century naturalist Sir Joseph Banks. As Fitz and Katya delve into Banks's shadowy past in search of clues that will point them toward the Bird of Ulieta, they're continually drawn to his passionate -- and ill-fated -- relationship with his mistress, a mysterious woman named Miss B.

Spellbinding, intense, and oh so bittersweet, The Conjurer's Bird is much more the sum of its parts -- historical mystery, naturalist thriller, heartrending love story: It's a beautifully written and truly unforgettable story. Paul Goat Allen
Publishers Weekly
BBC TV producer Davies, the author of mysteries starring Sherlock Holmes's housekeeper, turns his attention to the search for "the rarest bird ever recorded" in this gripping book of literary suspense. In 1774, on Captain Cook's second expedition to the South Pacific, a single specimen of a thrushlike bird was captured. The bird entered the collection of eminent naturalist Sir Joseph Banks-but then it disappeared. Moving adroitly between the 18th and the 21st centuries, Davies indulges in clever speculation about the bird's whereabouts and adds an appealing strain of romance surrounding the identity of Banks's mistress, "Miss B." Alternating chapters chronicle the adventures of Fitz, a present-day London conservationist who's agreed to try to find "the Mysterious Bird of Ulieta" at the urging of a woman he once loved-but it's his spunky female graduate student whose ingenuity and indefatigable research do much to keep the plot spinning past red herrings, dead ends and the machinations of unscrupulous people racing to find the bird first. A third subplot concerns Fitz's grandfather's search for the Congo peacock, and it is to Davies' credit that he renders the novel's botanical and zoological details with an immediacy that helps along the narrative. A few farfetched plot twists aside, this is a captivating novel. (Nov. 22) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
At the heart of this 18th-century historical mystery by Davies (Mrs. Hudson and the Malabar Rose) is a passionate love story between Joseph Banks, a famous naturalist, and Mary Burnett, a gifted botanical artist. Mary was abandoned by her mother and raised without religion by her disgraced father. Owing to how English society then regarded such a situation, Mary and Joseph are prevented from marrying. Yet the intense love between the wealthy, celebrated scientist and the woman with unusual green eyes never lessens. Two hundred years later, taxidermist and university professor John Fitzgerald sets out on a mission to find the "Mysterious Bird of Ulieta," a mounted, one-of-a-kind species that Joseph once gave Mary. A fast-paced mystery quickly develops between Fitzgerald and other characters who want the bird for different reasons. Suspenseful, intriguing, and romantic, this is great entertainment and an excellent choice for book discussion groups; highly recommended for all libraries.-Lisa Rohrbaugh, East Palestine Memorial P.L., OH Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The hunt for an ornithological marvel is entwined with a period love story. BBC producer Davies (Mrs. Hudson and the Spirits' Curse, 2004, etc.) roots his twin-pronged story in historical fact. Captain Cook's second voyage of discovery produced the only known specimen of the Mysterious Bird of Ulieta, which ended up stuffed in the collection of Sir Joseph Banks, the naturalist who accompanied Cook on his first voyage. Here, "the rarest bird ever recorded" becomes the subject of a double-crossing, three-way race involving unconventional British academic Fitz and his lovely young sidekick/lodger Katya. Invited to help find the bird by Gabby, Fitz's old love (and wife) and her new, rich partner Karl Anderson, they think they are tracing a source of DNA to be added to the private Gene Ark project. But the bird's display case is also reputed to contain rare botanical paintings, thereby bringing slippery American sleuth Emeric Potts to the party. Interleaved with the story of Joseph Banks and his mistress Mary Burnett, the modern tale moves sluggishly. Much greater animation infuses the historical chapters recounting the impossible love between Banks and the disgraced countrywoman he saves from penury and shame. Burnett moves to London as Banks's kept woman and their briefly transcendent involvement inspires his suggestion that she accompany him on the second Cook expedition, disguised as a man. Burnett, whose drawing and painting skills are exceptional, meets the ship in Madeira, but Banks is not on board, having withdrawn, insulted, after a change in cabin arrangements. Although reunited, the couple can never marry and after the birth of their daughter Sophia, Burnett slips out of thepicture, taking the gift of the bird. Back in the present, Fitz dupes Anderson and Potts. The paintings were lost in a fire; the bird will stay in the loving possession of Sophia's descendants. A good-natured combination of hammy modern and more sensitive historical mysteries, amounting to something rather less fabulous than The Maltese Falcon.
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“An ambitious mystery . . . [Martin] slips in descriptions so deft, readers can smell and touch his scenes. . . . As the novel’s past and present begin to fuse amid unexpected twists—the book becomes increasingly compelling.” —Cleveland Plain Dealer

“Cunningly spins two stories. . . .[An] absorbing mystery. . . .The modern story’s tension and its narrator’s reticence contrast perfectly with Davies’s assured depiction of eighteenth-century art, science, and exploration all intersecting on the shifting terrain of emotion.” —Boston Globe

“[An] enticing blend of fact and historical fiction . . . The Conjurer’s Bird is in the end a perfect alternative to the plethora of routine, forgettable mystery novels.” —Pages

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780641941177
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/27/2005
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 6.50 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Martin Davies, a television producer, is the author of two mysteries featuring Sherlock Holmes’s housekeeper. He lives in London.

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The Conjurer's Bird


By Martin Davies

Random House

Martin Davies
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1400097339


Chapter One

1: Thursday Night at the Taxidermist's

That Thursday evening I was working late, removing the skull of a dead owl. It was December outside, but at my workbench the heat from the lamp was making my fingers sweat. I was at the hardest part of the whole operation, the bit where you have to ease the skull very gently down the neck without damaging the skin, and as I began to work it loose, I found my eyes were blinking with the concentration. But I could sense it was working, that I was doing it well, and when I heard the telephone grumbling at the back of the shop I decided to let it ring. It was too late for a summons to the pub and even though I'd taken down the sign and removed myself from the Yellow Pages, the five-pint pranksters ("I've got this chicken that needs stuffing . . .") would still occasionally get through. This was their time to call but tonight I wasn't in the mood. Until I remembered Katya and changed my mind.

Katya was the latest student to rent the flat at the top of the house. It was always students because I kept the rent low to make up for any dead animals they might meet in the hallway. They were prepared to overlook a bit of that because the location was central and because my students in the Natural Sciences department were prepared to vouch for my character. Students will overlook a great deal if you have a reputation as a rebel, and in a painfully earnest, save-the-world department, I qualified by riding a motorbike and by refusing to toe the university line on current conservation theory. It was that easy.

The top-floor flat was self-contained. Katya and I had a front door and a staircase in common and very little else-in the couple of months since she'd moved in, we'd exchanged some polite smiles and rather fewer words. Every ten days or so her mother would ring from Sweden and I'd dutifully take down a message on a yellow pad and leave it at the bottom of the stairs, along with the suggestion that Katya might give her mother the number of the upstairs phone. The next day the notes would be gone but her mother would continue to ring downstairs. She was a polite woman, struggling slightly with her English, struggling not to let any anxiety show. I felt sorry for her. Which is why, even though the owl was just beginning to fall into line, I peeled off my gloves and answered the phone.

It wasn't Katya's mother.

It was a voice I hadn't heard for fourteen years. A scarcely remembered, totally familiar, soft, low voice.

"Fitz," it asked, "is that you?"

"Gabriella." A rhetorical statement, if such a thing is possible.

"Yes, it's me. It's been a long time, Fitz."

It wasn't clear whether that was a reproach or an apology.

"Yes, a long time." The words came out sounding defensive. "Though I got your letters."

"You didn't reply."

"You know I'm not a great one for writing."

She couldn't deny that. I was famous for it.

"Look, Fitz, I'm over in London for a few days and there's someone I want you to meet. He's a collector and he's got quite a good story to tell. I think you'll be interested. What are you doing tomorrow?"

I looked at the remains of the owl on the workbench. It would just have to take its chances in the freezer.

"I think tomorrow is reasonably free," I concluded.

"Good. Can we say seven in the bar at the Mecklenburg? It's off Oxford Street, just by Selfridges."

How like Gabby to realize that the Mecklenburg Hotel was not among my usual drinking venues.

"All right. Seven tomorrow . . ."

"It will be good to see you. I've told Karl that if anyone can help him you can."

"Karl . . . ?"

"Karl Anderson."

"Ah yes. The collector. I've read about him. What sort of help would that be?"

She paused. She had never liked talking over the phone.

"Not now. Wait for tomorrow. But I promise you'll be interested, Fitz. It's about the Mysterious Bird of Ulieta."



She was right, of course. I was interested. In all sorts of ways. Abandoning the owl to the darkness, I climbed the stairs to the room where I did most of my living. It was an untidy, comfortable room, warmly lit and smelling of old paper. The bed was permanently unmade and the desk was littered with notes for a book I wasn't really writing. Some of the notes were noticeably dusty. One whole wall was taken up with shelves of carefully ordered books, but I didn't need to look anything up to know that Gabby wasn't being melodramatic. Despite its name, the bird was real enough, or it had been once. I'd even made some notes about it for an article, back in the days when I was going to be famous.

And now, all these years later, she wanted to ask me about it. She and her friend Karl Anderson. I'd seen a picture of them together once, taken by a mutual friend about three years earlier at one of the big summer lectures in Salzburg. She was leaning very lightly on his arm, still dark and slim and calm, still with that familiar, half-questioning smile.

I settled down on the bed and looked thoughtfully at the small trunk in the corner of the room. What they wanted to know was probably in there along with everything else-the dodo, the heath hen, the passenger pigeon, the lost and the forgotten, all mixed together-years of jotted notes and observations still waiting to be given a shape.

But instead of thinking about them, I thought about Gabby and the man she wanted me to meet. I'd read a lot about him over the years, but everything I knew really came down to three things. That Karl Anderson was a man with a reputation for finding things. That he was used to getting what he wanted. And that nowadays he was far too successful to do his searching in person unless the stakes were very high indeed.

I wasn't sure I liked the sound of him.

I checked my watch and realized I could still just catch the pub.



Journeys begin in many different ways. It was Cook, a man experienced in preparations for a long sea expedition, who persuaded Joseph Banks to return to Revesby before they sailed-so that in the summer of 1768, two months before they were due to depart, he made the journey back to Lincolnshire, back to the woods and fields that for the next three years were what he thought of when he thought of home.



The summers before the Endeavour set sail seemed lonelier to her than the winters. Each summer day she spent alone was haunted by a sense of joy wasted. And against the uncertainty of her future she began to paint, as if she might trap and keep each day by its details. The transit of Venus, which he traveled so far to observe, was less to her than the passing of the seasons in the Revesby woods.


2: FRIDAY AT THE MECKLENBURG

It was raining heavily by the time I reached the Mecklenburg Hotel. By abandoning the bus at Oxford Circus I arrived wet and out of breath, but at least I was on time. The hotel turned out to be an ugly building, concrete on the outside and expensively mock-Edwardian beyond the revolving doors. I stood for a moment in the lobby, dripping on the carpet, slightly disappointed. Then, suddenly self-conscious, I followed a sign to the gents, where I dried my hair and pushed it into some sort of order. When I'd finished I looked better but I still looked underdressed. Among academics I considered myself reasonably stylish. Here I just looked like someone who might steal the towels.

I paused in front of the mirror to collect my thoughts. It was hard to imagine what Anderson might want. The bird from Ulieta was an enigma, one of Nature's conjuring tricks-a creature that had disappeared as if with a wave of the hand. But this disappearance had been final and there would be no coming back. The audience was left looking for feathers that had long ceased to exist. Not even Anderson could do much about that.

Upstairs, in the Rosebery Bar, despite the cigarette smoke there was a smell of perfume and leather. Not the sort of desiccated leather that featured in my jacket and parts of my shoes. This leather was new and expensive and smelled soft, if that's possible. Its effect was to make me aware of the smell of rain I'd brought in with me. Among these dry, groomed people it was the odor of not quite belonging.

Gabriella was easy to spot. She was sitting in a corner under a soft lamp, framed in best cinema style by a twisting curve of smoke. She was, as before, dark and slender, so neat as to seem flawless. She was wearing a slim black dress in a 1950s style, but in her case there could be no question of being out of place. She had slipped into this time of Chanel and soft leather with the same maddening grace with which she might slip into a taxi. Beside her, behind the smoke, was a tall, blond man in his early fifties, squarely Scandinavian, constructed in straight lines. A good-looking man. He was turned to Gabby and talking quite eagerly as I edged hesitantly toward them, past a group of pre-theater Americans.

Then Gabby looked up and noticed me.

"Hello, Fitz," she said quietly as I arrived at their table, and suddenly I was annoyed with her for not having changed and annoyed with myself for noticing. And annoyed that somewhere on my right an impeccably suited arm was being advanced to shake my hand.

"Fitz, this is Karl Anderson," she said, as if that would make it all right.

I nodded at him, not caring much, and turned back to Gabriella. She was so startlingly familiar it was hard to breathe.

"Perhaps we should all sit down?" suggested Anderson calmly. "I'm sure Mr. Fitzgerald would like a drink."

He was right. A drink was exactly what I wanted.



And so I sat down at the small round table and joined in a painfully well-mannered conversation that tiptoed carefully around any awkwardness. A waiter brought me a beer and more drinks were ordered. I was aware of Gabby sitting next to me, close enough for my hand to fall on hers if I let it drop from the table. The new drinks arrived almost immediately-Anderson was drinking as quickly as I was and ordered deft refills whenever our glasses were nearly empty. I watched him while Gabriella told us about the lectures she was about to give in Edinburgh and Munich. A tall, well-proportioned man, seven or eight years older than I but not looking it-a maverick, a charmer, a big personality in a dusty discipline.

Beside him, Gabriella seemed tiny, like a bird. It was as if she'd slipped through the years without friction, her freshness and vitality untouched. She must have been ten years younger than the big man next to her, and yet they matched. They made a good-looking couple.

"So what are you doing with yourself these days, Mr. Fitzgerald? Your withdrawal from fieldwork is a great loss to us all." He was a Norwegian by birth, but his English was only very slightly accented and very perfectly pronounced.

"Oh, I keep myself busy. Teaching mostly. 'Natural History: The Historical Context'-the Greeks and Romans, early naturalists, the Darwinian controversy. That sort of thing. It's a compulsory module, so the students have to show up, even if I'm no good."

"And are you good?"

"Well, I'm controversial, which is the next best thing. My first lecture is 'The Taxidermist as Hero.' I always enjoy that one."

At that moment Anderson was diverted by the waiter, and Gabby caught my eye.

"I'm glad you could come, Fitz," she said, and she sounded as if she meant it. Personally, I was withholding judgment. It wasn't until the third drink was beginning to have an effect that Anderson turned to the subject we'd all been waiting for.

"You must be wondering why I'm here, Mr. Fitzgerald, intruding on this meeting of old friends."

I raised an eyebrow to acknowledge the question but didn't reply, so he carried on.

"I was lucky enough to hear Gabriella speak in Prague a couple of years ago, and we have been friends ever since. She mentioned you to me as a man with a great deal of knowledge in one of the areas I am interested in. I am also, of course, aware of your grandfather's work."

He paused to put his glass down neatly on its paper coaster. I waited for the commonplace compliment that usually came with any mention of my grandfather, but none followed. Instead Anderson leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"I am a collector, Mr. Fitzgerald. I am here because I am looking for something incredibly rare. Something that may not even exist anymore. Gabriella thinks you may be able to help me. It is well known you are an authority on extinct birds." His eyes lingered on my face for a moment. "What do you know of the bird from the Society Islands, the one they call the Mysterious Bird of Ulieta?"

"Not much," I told him calmly, truthfully. "Rather a fanciful piece of naming, I've always thought."

Again his intent, searching gaze.

"Not perhaps so fanciful." He leaned back and rubbed the back of his neck with his fingertips. "Let us talk about it a little."

He finished rubbing and placed his fingertips softly on the edge of the table in front of him. His eyes met mine again.

"The rarest bird ever recorded, Mr. Fitzgerald. Seen only once, in 1774, by Captain Cook's second expedition. A routine collecting party on a South Sea island known then as Ulieta. A single specimen captured, of a species never seen before. Preserved by Johann Forster and brought back to England. No bird like it ever found again, on Ulieta or anywhere else. Extinct before it was ever really discovered."

He paused and his eyes dropped to the tabletop, where he ran one fingertip across a drop of liquid, shaping it thoughtfully into an 2.

"I'm sure none of that is new to you, Mr. Fitzgerald. On his return, Johann Forster gave away the preserved specimen. The only specimen. The only specimen ever found. Of course he had no way of knowing its rarity then. Nor did the young man he gave it to, the naturalist Joseph Banks."

He looked up at me again, and now there was an excitement in his eye that had not been there before.


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Reading Group Guide

1. What stylistic differences separate the sections of the novel set in the 1700s and those set in the present?

2. Is this a particularly English story, or could the novel be just as naturally set in the United States? Why or why not?

3. Each major character in the novel experiences the intersection of discovery, science, and “the vagaries of chance” (p. 374). Joseph Banks “came to realize later that discovery was not a science” (p. 16). Mary Burnett “did not expect to be noticed. Discovery is not a science; there is too much chance in it” (p. 17). And Fitz believes that “the discovery of most things comes down to luck. People often feel uncomfortable about that. They want discovery to be driven by something more meaningful than coincidence” (p. 333). Is the author using scientific discovery as a metaphor here? What various personal discoveries are made in the course of the story and how much do they depend on random chance?

4. How would you describe Joseph Banks’s character? Is his fury at Mary’s departure reasonable, despite the fact that the entire plot is his idea and she only leaves one day prior to the agreed-upon departure date? Does the following passage suggest that he never believed she would actually do it: “By running off ahead of him she had placed him in an impossible position, and as a result he had been forced to give up his greatest adventure. If he had sailed with Cook, he reasoned, all would be well. But her rashness had made it impossible. It was intolerable, and it was not of his making” (p. 298)? Why does the author include the section about Banks’s equanimity with “the smiling brown people of the southern seas” (p. 102)?

5. What does Potts hope to gain by sending the Martha Ainsby letter to Fitz? What simple trick makes the letter so misleading?

6. What does it reveal about Mary that “as she watched her father edging toward ruin, she was aware of her love for him like a sharpening pain. The more fallible he revealed himself to be, the more she loved him” (p. 148) and “she watched him slowly breaking down, and the pain of her love for him grew sharper. She knew she would accept any suffering for his sake . . .” (p. 152)? Is this brand of love naïve or generous? How does her love for Banks compare to her love for her father?

7. Is Banks in love with Mary? Or is he really in love with his work?

8. Fitz traces his grandfather’s notorious quest for an elusive African peacock as a parallel story to his own. What do the two tales have in common? How does Fitz find hope in his grandfather’s story despite its tragic underpinnings?

9. Fitz notes the irony inherent in our society’s neurotic recording of ephemera: “We live in a society that is strangely superstitious about written records. Even while we’re content to countenance the tearing down of rain forests and the destruction of countless unknown organisms every day, we hold on grimly to our documents and papers. Few of us are immune to this” (pp. 164—65). Do you agree with his assessment? What benefits to nature, if any, does this ruthless recording offer?

10. After being ensconced at Richmond, why does Mary go out of her way to remind Joseph that she “is no longer what they call a maiden” (p. 176)?

11. What “unwonted clarity” accompanies Fitz’s anger after his bedroom is ransacked (p. 193)? What does he do with this revelation?

12. The mystery of Fitz’s personal tragedy and the mystery of Mary Burnett’s disappearance are each revealed to hinge on a child. How? Why, in each case, does the issue involving the child throw the romantic relationship off kilter? Did this bridge between the historical and the modern stories surprise you?

13. Can Fitz’s final hoax, designed to put Potts and Anderson out of their misery, be construed as ethical in any way?

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  • Posted January 13, 2009

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    Thoroughly Enjoyable!

    A great historical scientific fiction mystery. Easy to read with a very satisfying ending.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2006

    A First-Rate Tale

    Martin Davies has taken a scant few scraps of historical fact and from them woven an intriguing literary mystery that moves smoothly between several subplots and keeps one turning the pages to see what¿s going to happen next. Davies builds the central theme of his novel on Joseph Banks, a naturalist who accompanied Captain James Cook on his first voyage of discovery in 1768-71. For reasons that remain a mystery, Banks, who had been preparing to sail with Cook on his second voyage, suddenly declined to participate and broke off his engagement to a woman named Harriet Blosset. At the end of Cook¿s voyage, Joseph Forster, who replaced him as naturalist, presented Banks with the only known specimen of a thrush-like bird found on the island of Ulieta in the Pacific. Utilizing speculation from a gossip magazine of the period, Davies develops a mistress with whom Banks falls in love as the reason for his having deserted Cook and for breaking off his engagement. A second theme of the novel is the quest of John Fitzgerald, a modern-day naturalist, to find the bird of Ulieta before it falls into the hands of several greedy collectors who have more than science on their minds. Adding spice to this mix is the fact one of the collectors is assisted by Fitzgerald¿s wife while the naturalist is aided by a student-boarder who becomes integral to the chase and his life. Chapters alternate between the modern and historical events, though the transition is easy in Davies¿ smooth and lyrical prose. There is a third theme in the novel involving Fitzgerald¿s grandfather and his fanatical quest to find the Congo peacock, a bird actually discovered by James Chapin, an American naturalist. Davies, a BBC producer, previously penned a couple of historical mysteries involving Sherlock Holmes¿ housekeeper. I haven¿t read those but plan to now.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fine thriller

    In 1774, during Captain Cook's second expedition in the South Pacific, the crew captures the thrush-like Mysterious Bird of Ulieta. Cook presents the unique specimen, only one of its kind ever seen, to his highly renowned friend, naturalist Sir Joseph Banks, who was on the first trek. Stuffed and given a place of honor as the rarest creature in Joseph¿s collection, the bird ultimately vanishes at the same time his lover Mary Burnett, who disguised as a man sailed on the second trek, disappeared. --- Over two centuries later, wealthy collector Karl Anderson and his lover Gabriella persuades her ex, British conservationist John ¿Fitz¿ Fitzgerald, to search for the Mysterious Bird of Ulieta. Though he has not heard her voice in fourteen years and wants nothing to do with a search he catalogues with extinct species, the enthusiasm of his lodger Katya convinces him to agree. While Karl wants to add the bird¿s DNA to the Ark Gene project American Emeric Potts searches for the valuable paintings that were reportedly encased with the lost bird. --- The two subplots rotate with the historical story line containing more energy perhaps because it is straightforward with fewer twists than the modern spin. Still the duality comes together nicely so that the audience receives a deep late eighteenth century slant inside a solid twentieth century thriller. Adding to the suspense is that the key casts in both eras seem genuine with many of the Cook crowd coming from real life. Martin Davies conjurers up the best bird investigation since the Maltese Falcon flew the coop. --- Harriet Klausner

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    It¿s amazing it survived.  I was intrigued by the premise of thi

    It’s amazing it survived. 
    I was intrigued by the premise of this book (that’s why I bought it) but in the end I was let down by just how inconsequential all of it was. I can appreciate a good mystery where the trail has gone cold, a love affair added to the mix and a few flashbacks to tease the truth and generally I would have a grand time. But in the end all of this amounts to not much of anything. Not that I needed the fate of the human race to be at stake, but the story just doesn’t seem to matter. Even the main characters seem to shrug their shoulders and let it go with a “I guess that’s that”. I couldn’t help but think I had wasted my time by reading this - I won’t read it again. The next time I want to experience a bird centric mystery, I’ll reread The Maltese Falcon.

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