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King of Shadows
     

King of Shadows

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by Susan Cooper
 

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Only in the world of the theater can Nat Field find an escape from the tragedies that have shadowed his young life. So he is thrilled when he is chosen to join an American drama troupe traveling to London to perform A Midsummer Night's Dream in a new replica of the famous Globe theater.

Shortly after arriving in England, Nat goes to bed ill and awakens

Overview

Only in the world of the theater can Nat Field find an escape from the tragedies that have shadowed his young life. So he is thrilled when he is chosen to join an American drama troupe traveling to London to perform A Midsummer Night's Dream in a new replica of the famous Globe theater.

Shortly after arriving in England, Nat goes to bed ill and awakens transported back in time four hundred years — to another London, and another production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Amid the bustle and excitement of an Elizabethan theatrical production, Nat finds the warm, nurturing father figure missing from his life — in none other than William Shakespeare himself. Does Nat have to remain trapped in the past forever, or give up the friendship he's so longed for in his own time?

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Cooper (The Dark Is Rising) brilliantly weaves past and present together, using London's Globe Theatre as backdrop, to demonstrate the timelessness of Shakespeare's works and the theater at large. The first segment of the novel, set in the present, details Nathan Field's rehearsals for the part of Puck in an upcoming production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, to be mounted in the newly renovated Globe. He has been chosen, along with a group of other boys from America, to travel to England for the performance. When Nat is suddenly stricken with a serious illness, he awakens to find himself once again cast as Puck at the Globe Theatre, but the year is 1599. Cooper meticulously conveys Nat's impressions of the sights, sounds, smells and textures of Elizabethan England. She is equally adept at evoking the boy's respect and awe for his "new" director, the bard himself. Shakespeare, cast as a wise, intuitive father figure, takes orphaned Nat under his wing. In return, Nat saves the playwright's life by unknowingly changing the natural course of history. Through the boy's relationship with "Will," as Nat calls him, Cooper deftly reveals Nat's unresolved feelings about his own deceased father. The judicious use of quotes from Shakespeare's plays and sonnets will awaken in novices an interest in his works and command respect from seasoned fans. Fascinating details of 16th-century troupe life as well as how costumes, make-up and stage effects were carried out add depth and layers to the depiction of life 400 years ago. An unexpected, appropriately enigmatic ending brings this masterful novel to a close--and brings home the resounding message that the show must go on. Ages 10-14. (Oct.) Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Gr 5-8-Orphan Nat Field is chosen as part of an American theater group to perform at the new Globe Theatre in London. Nat's big role will be Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream. However, his debut is pushed 400 years into the past when he is put to bed with a high fever and wakes up in Elizabethan England. Forced to adapt or be discovered, Nat figures out his situation quickly with judicious questions that result in naturally occurring explanations of the times, the plays, and the theater. The time-travel element is well constructed. Through occasional flashes to the present, readers learn that a boy presumed to be Nat is being treated for bubonic plague. Nat Field has switched places with the infected Nathan Field, who is just about to arrive at the old Globe on loan from another company-thus, thanks to modern medicine, Shakespeare and his plays are saved for the ages. Something in the boy attracts the attention of Will himself and Nat soon becomes his prot g . The father/son relationship between the two fills a need for Nat, whose suppressed sorrow at his father's suicide after his mother's death is finally expressed. The circumstances of his father's death and Nat's reluctance to deal with it are hinted at rather clumsily in the beginning of the book and dispatched succinctly when finally addressed, and come off as clearly secondary to the involving theater experiences. Still, Cooper's readers and fans of Gary Blackwood's Shakespeare Stealer (Dutton, 1998) will revel in the hurly-burly of rehearsals and the performance before the queen, the near discoveries, the company rivalries, and some neatly drawn parallels.-Sally Margolis, Barton Public Library, VT Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
starred review The Horn Book
*"Readers will be swept up in Nat's detailed, sensory-filled observations of life in Shakespeare's time...[The] overall shape of the novel, with its finely drawn connections between Nat's story and A Midsummer Night's Dream, is superb."
starred review Booklist
*"Part historical fiction, part fantasy, wholly entertaining."
From the Publisher
*"Readers will be swept up in Nat's detailed, sensory-filled observations of life in Shakespeare's time...[The] overall shape of the novel, with its finely drawn connections between Nat's story and A Midsummer Night's Dream, is superb."

*"[A] masterful novel."

*"Part historical fiction, part fantasy, wholly entertaining."

*"Readers...will revel in the hurly-burly of rehearsals and the performance before the queen, the near discoveries, the company rivalries, and some neatly drawn parallels."

"A dramatic and sensory feast."

The New York Times Book Review
“In her portrayal of Shakespeare Cooper has created a superhero…[she] entertains her contemporary readers while giving them a first-rate theatrical education.”
starred review School Library Journal
*"Readers...will revel in the hurly-burly of rehearsals and the performance before the queen, the near discoveries, the company rivalries, and some neatly drawn parallels."

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780606212816
Publisher:
San Val, Incorporated
Publication date:
01/01/2001
Age Range:
10 - 14 Years

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Chapter 4

"Nat?" said the voice. It was a young voice, sort of husky, and it had an accent I didn't recognize: halfway English, halfway American. "Nat?"

"Unh." I woke up with my face in the pillow, and even before I opened my eyes I knew something was wrong. My face and my body told me that I was lying on a different pillow, and a different bed; hard, both of them, and crackly. The bed was really uncomfortable. I moved my hip; surely it wasn't even a bed, but a mattress on the floor.

Maybe I was dreaming. Blurry with sleep, I turned my head, blinking in the daylight, and saw looking down at me the face of a boy I'd never seen before. He had long curly dark hair down to his shoulders, and black eyes, and he looked worried.

"How do you?" he said. "Is your fever less?" He reached out a cautious hand and felt my forehead.

I stared at him. "Who are you?" I said.

"Harry, of course. Harry, your new fellow. Have your wits gone, Nat?" He peered at me. "You look — strange, a little. Thin in the face. But better. Dear Lord, I was afraid you had the plague."

I lay very still, with all my senses telling me that I had gone mad. The plague? Nobody's had the plague for centuries. Everything was different. This was a straw mattress I was lying on; I could feel bits of stalk prickling through the cover now. My pajamas had gone; I seemed to be wearing a long shirt instead. The room around me was smaller, with one window, divided into small panes. Sunlight slanted in through it to show rough plaster walls, a threadbare carpet on the floor, and a smaller one draped over a sort of bureau. I grew aware gradually of a rattle and hum of voices and creaking wheels and the chirp of birds from outside the window, and a stale smell in the room like...like something I had smelled before, but I couldn't think what, or when.

I was baffled, and frightened, though at least I didn't feel ill anymore.

I pushed back the rough blanket over me and scrambled to my feet. The shirt reached to my knees. My head reeled, and the boy Harry saw that I was shaky and reached for my arm. I realized that I needed to go to the bathroom. I said: "I have to — "

He smiled, understanding, looking relieved. "Tha must be better if tha needs a piss," he said, and he drew me to a corner of the room and took a flat wooden cover off a wooden bucket, whose smell made it instantly clear what it was for. I stared at it blankly, but Harry had turned away to fold up my blanket, and since there was no time to argue, I went ahead and used the bucket. It had been pretty well used already, for assorted purposes. When I'd finished, Harry came over, glanced outdoors, picked up the bucket, and in one shatteringly casual movement, emptied it out of the window.

Such a small thing, such a huge meaning. I guess that was the moment when I first began to think, with a hollow fear in my chest, that I might have gone back in time. It was like being in a bad dream, but the dream was real. The night into which I had fallen asleep had sucked me down into the past, and brought me waking into another London, a London hundreds of years ago.

I leaned weakly against the wall. "Where am I?" I said.

Harry put down his reeking bucket and grabbed my shoulders, hard. He stared nervously into my face. "Art thou he they call Robin Goodfellow?" he said.

I said automatically, "I am that merry wanderer of the night."

"Thank the good Lord," Harry said, looking relieved. "At least thou hast thy lines." He moved me sideways and then downward, to make me sit. So there I was, sitting on a little stool topped with a hard cushion, sitting in a century long, long before I was born.

"Th'art Nathan Field," he said, looking me deliberately in the eye, speaking slowly as if to someone deaf or half-witted. "Come to our new Globe Theatre for a week from St. Paul's Boys, since we lost our Puck for Master Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream. Th'art a wonderful actor, they do say, though it seems to me too much learning at that school has addled thy wits. Unless the fever has done it. Tha joined us yesterday, remember? We rehearsed lines, just thou and I together."

How could I say: Yes, I remember? That wasn't what I remembered at all.

"Aah," I said. Our new Globe Theatre, he had said. In 1999, where I lived, it was the Globe's four hundredth anniversary. So, if the Globe was new, this was 1599.

I sat there gaping at him, trying to cope with the unbelievable, with being bang in the middle of something that was totally impossible. All I could think was: Why is this happening to me?

"Come," Harry said. "It's past five. Master Burbage will be up and ready — dress, quickly — " And he began thrusting clothes at me from a heap at the bottom of the mattress; it was lucky he was there, to show me the right order. There was a kind of padded jockstrap of thick rough cotton; then long dark tights, like those I'd worn onstage sometimes but much worse fitting; then a bulgy padded pair of shorts, a thin floppy undershirt, and a fitted jacket to match the shorts. A doublet, he called it. Around my waist went a leather belt, with a knife like a dagger in a leather sheath attached to it.

"And I cleaned thy shoes," Harry said, and held them out; they were leather, rather like loafers, with a buckle on top. "Tha couldst never have done it, the way tha wast last night."

"Thank you," I said.

I have to write down the way he spoke, the way they all spoke, not as they really sounded but as I understood them. I'll use things like "thou" and "tha" for "you," sometimes, just to remind you that they didn't sound like us, but I can't make you hear the real speech. It was like a thick, thick dialect, with strange vowels, strange words, strange elaborate phrases. But it was more like the speech of my home than the English of today's London or New York, so perhaps that's how I understood them and they understood me.

Or then again it could just be part of the whole impossible change that took me there. I was living, but not in real life at all.

A round-faced woman came in, kind looking, with a long dress, a white pleated ruff around her neck and a sort of floppy cap on her head. Harry said at once, happily, "See, Mistress Burbage — he's well again."

She took my chin in one hand and felt my forehead with the other. I had the best-felt forehead in London by now, it seemed to me. "The Lord be praised," she said, and then she looked at me critically, reached to the bureau, and took a damp cloth and scrubbed my face with it. I laughed, feebly, and she gave me an amiable pat. She reminded me of my Aunt Jen, a little; she was a link with the real world, in this mad dream that I was living.

Down a wooden staircase we went, clattering, Harry leading; it wasn't much more than a slanted ladder, with a rail to hold on to. In the room below, a man was sitting at a heavy wooden table with plates and mugs in front of him, and a sheaf of papers; he was chewing, and muttering to himself through the mouthfuls.

"Good day, Master Burbage," Harry said, so I said it too, and Burbage blinked at me. He was a chunky, goodlooking man, younger than Arby, older than Gil. He had a neat beard, and a rather big nose. His doublet was a wonderful glowing blue, with a broad collar.

"Better, art t'a? Good!" he said, and went back to his munching and muttering.

Mistress Burbage filled two mugs for us, from a jug with a curly handle; all these were made from a grey metal that I found out later was pewter. There was a big round loaf on the table, and a hunk of white cheese, both on square wooden plates. Harry cut us slabs from both of them, with his knife. Suddenly hungry, I took a big bite, chewed, and washed it down with a swig from my mug. The drink was cool, sour tasting but not unpleasant; I realized, with a shock, that it was a kind of beer. Ale, they called it, and it was the main thing I drank in all my time there; a weak homemade ale was the main thing everybody drank, from morning till night. You could say the whole population of Elizabethan England was slightly buzzed all day long.

Burbage said to himself, through his bread and cheese, "If I were fair, Thisbe, I were only thine....

So he was learning Bottom's part. I knew that bit. Bottom the Weaver comes back onstage saying his lines for the little play they're rehearsing, and his buddies rush away screaming because Puck has given him an ass's head.

I said, very fast and agitated, "O monstrous! O strange! We are haunted! Pray masters, fly masters! Help!"

Burbage chewed more slowly, looking at me. I could see a muscle twitching in his cheek, under his left eye. It looked sinister, though later I realized that it was just a sign of mild stress. "Hast played Quince too?" he said.

"Puck is onstage for those lines," I said.

"Thy memory is good. Will Kempe says thy tumbling is even better, is that true?"

"I do well enough," I said modestly, thinking: Wait till I show you. I knew that Arby had put me in the company partly because of my cartwheels and somersaults, back flips and handstands. For the way he wanted to do the play, they were as important as my acting or singing.

But I wasn't working for Arby now.

I had no time to worry about that; Burbage rushed us through our breakfast, eager to get to the theater. "Across the bridge today," he said. "No boat. We need to use our legs. "

He swung a wonderful short cloak about his shoulders, the same blue as his doublet, and Harry jammed a flat floppy hat on my head and the same on his own. Master Burbage had a hat with a brim, and a curling, slightly battered feather. He wore it at a jaunty angle. Out we went, raising the wooden latch of the heavy front door.

And their London swept over me, caught me up, in a nightmare mix of sight and sound and smell. Even before six in the morning, the street was filled with people bustling about, carrying huge bundles, selling fruit or pastries or pamphlets from trays slung from their necks, dodging to avoid men or horses. Carts clattered over the cobbles, creaking, rocking, splashing up muck sometimes from the stinking ditches into which Harry and everyone else had emptied their waste. Water ran through those ditches, but slowly. There were flies buzzing everywhere. The whole street smelled bad; so did the people sometimes, if a particularly unwashed one jostled you too close. Where there were gaps in the crowd, squawking crows and ravens hopped and pecked and fought over garbage in the ditches.

We passed shop fronts where bloody meat hung on enormous hooks, or vegetables and fruit were set out in gleaming rows, or a wonderful smell of fresh bread wafted out from hidden ovens. We passed a door with a bush tied over it, and the stale smell of ale strong from inside, and raucous shouting. We stayed close to Master Burbage, Harry and I, as he strode lordly down the street with his hand on the hilt of his short sword. People greeted him, here and there; sometimes he lifted his plumed hat, but he never paused. I scurried along in a blur of amazement, wonder and the beginnings of fear, past delights and horrors. A dog with no ears or tail snapped at me beside a bank of glorious roses set out for sale, and a beggar clutched at me, screaming, a filthy child with no legs, propped on a little wheeled trolley.

Then we were around another corner into an even more crowded street, narrow, lined with tall wooden buildings; between them I caught glimpses of the flat brown River Thames. We were crossing the river; the street was the bridge. It was London Bridge, I found out later; the only way of crossing the river except by taking a boat. There were houses built all along it, a row on either side, their roofs touching over the road running between. It didn't take us long to cross over; the Thames was not wide here.

And above the roofs where the bridge ended was the worst horror of all: a series of tall poles, with a strange round lump stuck on the top of each, lumps that gleamed white here and there, lumps attracting flurries of crows and other black birds that shrieked and tore at them, pecking and ripping and gobbling. It was only when I saw the farthest pole topped by a grinning white skull that I realized all the round lumps were human heads, the heads of men and women chopped off by an axe, and I stopped abruptly and heaved up my breakfast into the reeking ditch.

It occurred to me later that I'd now thrown up in two different centuries in the space of twenty-four hours.

Harry patted my back, consoling me over this last sign of my departed fever. Master Burbage was only concerned in case I'd splashed my tights.

Text copyright © 1999 by Susan Cooper

Meet the Author

Susan Cooper is the recipient of the Margaret A. Edwards Award for Lifetime Achievement. Her classic five-book fantasy sequence The Dark Is Rising won the Newbery Medal and a Newbery Honor and has sold millions of copies worldwide. She is also the author of Victory, a Booklist Top Ten Historical Fiction for Youth book and a Washington Post Top Ten for Children novel; King of Shadows, a Boston Globe-Horn Book Award Honor book; The Boggart; Seaward; Ghost Hawk; and many other acclaimed novels for young readers and listeners. She lives in Massachusetts, and you can visit her online at TheLostLand.com.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I've read my fair share of historical fiction books of elizabethan england, and this one takes the cake. It trasports you right back in time along side Nat, and you feel like you're a player in the Globe with the Bard himself. As a theater actress myself, I could relate to Nat's passion for the stage, and this book helps make you appreciate Shakespeare and his time. It's a fantastic book, and I DEFINATELY recommend it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book is finally getting intresting but it is nealy the end of the book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun and interesting look at Shakespeare's England.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think the book was really good. Sure it got confusing at times but it was really good. And those who dont like it OH WELL!! It was your choice to read it in the first place. Anyways, Susan you did a great job on this one.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Compellingly written half in the 1990s and half in the 1590s, Nat Fields goes back in time from acting with an excellent troupe of boys given the opportunity to go to England and act in the newly re-built Globe theatre, to Shakespeare¿s original Globe 400 years earlier. Nat is now a part of the Lord Chamberlain¿s men, and involved in all the beauty and excitement of the life of Elizabethan theatre, playing Puck to Shakespeare¿s Oberon. Will Shakespeare is portrayed as a father figure to the orphaned boy, and is portrayed beautifully and winsomely, the reader finds himself loving Will as much as Nat does in all his words and meaning, and understanding of what it is to love and loose. There is a great deal of Shakespeare¿s text woven into the book, done without drawing attention to itself, but sowing in the reader a love for the words of the bard, the ¿ever fixed mark¿ he has set on all of the world through his plays and poetry. I loved this book when I read it in high school, and was concerned that now that I have studied a great deal about Shakespeare I might find it less engaging than before, but my fears were unmerited. It is well and throughly researched, and my respect for the book has only grown with my understanding of Elizabethan England.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
The previous review states that the book contains foul language. This statement is incorrect.It is a fun story about a boy who loves acting and finds himself taking the place of Puck in a Shakespeare play to save Shakespeare and his company from catching the plague while the boy with the plague takes his place in modern times and is healed.
Guest More than 1 year ago
When my grandmother told me to read it I didn't think I would like it but after I began to read it I couldn't put it down! Their is such emotion and it feels so real it's unbelievable. The only thing that I don't like about it is the ending. It just isn't as good as it should be. I mean after reading the rest of that book you would be expecting something jsut as good or better then the rest of the story. Other than that though it's wonderful. I would highly recomend this book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
King of Shadows is one of the best books, if not the best book, i have ever read. Nat field, a kid around the age of 13 or 14 is chosen to be in the acting troupe 'The Company of the Boys.' Which is made of just boys. His dad died after his mom died, and so he joined the seperate world, a acting world. He felt safeness there. While in the Globe in London, he starts to feel ill. That night he has a dream, he is transported back in time about 400 years, around 1599. There he meets a bunch of friends and enemies. He also finds the father figure he has been looking for. William Shakespeare. The writing technique of this book is incredible. The way Cooper puts you in the spot where Nat is, is just simply amazing. Some of you who do not like History Books might not like it, but take it from me, i am not a histroy book reader... i liked it alot. it is not really just history, it is also mystery, and fictional. Give it a try!. i give this book a 5 star rating.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Nat field is an orphan currently being raised by his aunt in America when he is chosen by Arby to go to England to perform the Shakespear plays as they were originally producedin their new Globe Theater. He is excited to play his part as Puck in A Midsummer's Night Dream. But, when he starts to feel ill, he is taken to the hospital to be diagnosed with the bubonic plague. When he wakes up, he is in the Elizabethan Age and will be playing the part as Puck for Shakespear in the original Globe Theater.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a great book! It has mystery, suspense,and a historic background. I've never really been interested in Shakespere but this book made me more interested in 'A Midsummer's Nights Dream.' It keeps you going till the end!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is really one of the best mistery books I've read. It will have you thinking until the very end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Well I just finished the book and it is AWSOME!!!! I always liked William Shakespeare and now I like hime even more!!! This book has been such an insperational book and I will always love it!!! READ IT!!! If you dont you will regret it!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was just awesome. I mean, I laughed, I cried, I smiled, I winced; it was just that kind of story! I loved the characters, they seemed so real! And Shakespeare...oh...he was amazing! Cooper really brought him to life! I felt like I knew him! All the characters were great, and the story was just so cool!! This is one book worth reading.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was an EXCELLENT book! If you like page turners this is for you. King of Shadows is a page turner, excitting, thrilling book! I encourage any one who likes that type of book, to read King of Shadows.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think this is a great book because I love Shakespeare, acting, and the plays 'A Midsummers Night's Dream' and 'Julius Ceasar'. The book includes the plague, which was a bad sickness many people died from. That's another reason I like it. It brings out facts about things in Shakespeare's time, as well as entertaining me.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Nat Field has joined a boys acting group, cast as Puck in a Midsummer's Night Dream. He is excited for onstage is the only place he can find sanctuary from his past, which has done nothing but hurt him. While at this group though, he falls very ill. While ill in the real world, he is transported back to Shakespearean times in another. While there you find out about Nat and watch his same performance in a roll called life!!! It will keep you turning pages and guessing all the way to the end!! I enjoyed it very much!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a great book! It is cool how they talk old English!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved King of Shadows. I've read it two or three times, and I'd read it again. It's worth it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Although I didn't expect this book to be any good the more I read it the more i wanted to keep reading. If you choose to read this book, which I recommend you do, you will feel like you are with Nat Field as he plays Puck in front of the queen, and when he's with William Shakespeare playing Oberon. Susan Cooper will capture your mind with her exquisite description of the rowdy Elizabethan crowd, or the bed Nat woke up on when he first was in 1599. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys Old English, William Shakespeare's sonnets and plays, or if you are looking for an extraordinary book to read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Chris P Reading P.4 March 13, 2001 Book Review The book King of Shadows is a great book and, is the work of a great author Susan Cooper, who I think has great styles and ideas. I like the way she switches from the future to the past and the way she describes her dreams. Such as the italics representing the future in that chapter. I also like the way she describes the dreams with precise description and detail. In the book a boy named Nathan Field is chosen to be part of an all boys company of actors. Nathan travels to England to perform and catches the bubonic plague, and in a dream one night he dreams of flying and goes back in time for real. Then he wakes up in Elizabethan England and is part of Shakespeare¿s actors and must perform a ¿Midsummer Nights Dream¿ as in the future. He and Shakespeare form a connection and become close, and the night after the performance he has another dream. When you read the story you¿ll know the rest and all in between, it will be well worth your time. The books chapter setup is good because the future is about every three chapters written in italics to represent the chapters taking place in the future. Also whenever a dream appears it is also in italics and are about one or two pages long. My favorite characters in this book are Nat, Gil, Arby, Rachel and Shakespeare; however, my favorite and meaner character is Roper. I like Nat because he is the main character and the actors because they have personality. Also I like Roper because he has a unique sense of humor. The authenticity of the setting is great because of the description of the scenery. The way she describes it is so vivid in your mind that you remember what things look like when they go back. When she does describe the places you just know that they fit with that time and place. Personally I loved the book and the way the ideas were organized I love the vivid description. The book overall was one of my favorites and I loved the story line and plot from the story and I highly recommend this book. As the author says though if you think the idea of fairy¿s then don¿t bother.