Leonardo's Shadow: Or, My Astonishing Life as Leonardo Da Vinci's Servantby Christopher Grey
Milan, 1497. The height of the Renaissance. And for Giacomo, servant of the famous painter Leonardo da Vinci, it's the most difficult time of all. His Master has been working on the Last Supper, his greatest painting ever, for nearly two years. But has he finished it? He's barely started! The all-powerful Duke of Milan is demanding that it be completed by/i>
Milan, 1497. The height of the Renaissance. And for Giacomo, servant of the famous painter Leonardo da Vinci, it's the most difficult time of all. His Master has been working on the Last Supper, his greatest painting ever, for nearly two years. But has he finished it? He's barely started! The all-powerful Duke of Milan is demanding that it be completed by the time the Pope visits at Easter. And Giacomo knows that if Leonardo doesn't pick up his pace, the Duke may invite a young genius Michelangelo to finish the painting instead. Which means that Leonardo won't be paid, which means that Milan's shopkeepers (to whom he owes massive amounts) will take drastic measures against him.
It's all down to Giacomo, and whether he can come up with a brilliant solution. And if he does, will his Master go for it? After all, Leonardo still doesn't seem to trust him. He refuses to teach Giacomo how to paint; he won't help him find his parents; nor will he discuss the significance of the medallion, ring, and cross that Giacomo was carrying when Leonardo found him. But with the secret arrival of a powerful stranger, Giacomo is about to discover much more than the answers he has been looking for. And he will also receive an invitation to help arrange a meeting that could change his life. . . and the future course of history.
With more twists and turns than a spiral staircase, this thriller is as unique as its two heroes the most celebrated artist who ever lived, and a young man without a past, who will stop at nothing to find the truth about his life.
To quote the review of the hardcover in KLIATT, September 2006: Although Leonardo da Vinci and the Duke of Milan figure prominently in this novel, this is a creative rendering of the life of Giacomo, da Vinci’s servant/apprentice. Beginning with the historical fact that da Vinci took in a young boy accused of thievery and provided for him throughout his life (as mentioned in legal papers, journals and letters), this novel provides a back story and a prominent role for Giacomo in da Vinci’s painting of the Last Supper. Readers will be quickly drawn into the world of art patronage in the Renaissance, as well as into the clash between peasants and aristocracy. Artists were themselves caught between two worlds and da Vinci is portrayed as having both a creative mind and a shrewd sense of survival. Giacomo himself is interested in the art and caught in the intrigue of Milan in the 15th century. Da Vinci has had a falling out with the Duke; the painting of the Last Supper has been endlessly delayed and now with France threatening war, the Duke wants the painting in the refectory to serve as a peace offering to the Pope, uniting the Pope’s army with Milan’s. There are spies for the French, spies for the Duke and spies for the Brotherhood of Alchemists. There is also a need for food when the merchants finally refuse to allow da Vinci any more credit. Male readers will be drawn into the adventures of the young servant; there is plenty of drinking and carousing and gang-type fighting. But readers will also find themselves wanting to know more about the young thief who worked so closely with the art master. Reviewer: Janis Flint-Ferguson
March 2008 (Vol. 42, No.2)
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What do I remember?
"There he goes !"
"Don't let him escape !"
I was running right and left, wildly and without thought, threading my way through the stalls of the market in the main square.
Ten paces behind, a great crowd was chasing me, waving sticks and fists, cursing and shouting. Some of them were old, but that didn't stop them. There were women, too. All had sour faces.
They thought I was a thief.
If I was caught I would be strung up by the neck from the nearest doorway and left there to swing, for the dogs to bark at.
So I ran and I ran, skipping in between the market stalls, knocking down barrels of salt fish and baskets of red plums, always keeping a tight hold on my ragbag.
Each time someone new saw me running, they took up the alarm
"Somebody take him!"
"The boy must be stopped!"
But I would never let them even though I felt sick almost to death. I had the fever, I knew that. There was a mist in front of my eyes and I was burning up inside.
But to stop now was to stop forever.
Never! They would never take me while I lived.
I led them around and around, diving under tables and over carts, pulling down barrows and boxes behind me, but still they followed, more and more of them.
The sun was blazing overhead. It was midsummer. The flies were thick in the air, hanging heavily over the meat and fish.
There was a terrible smell. I wanted to vomit.
And then I stumbled and a great cheer arose from behind me.
"Take him now! Now!"
But I got up almost as quickly, my head spinning, bright lights flashing in front of my eyes. Which way ?
Fifty paces ahead of me was the Cathedral.
The great doors were wide open.
I started for them.
Up the marble steps one, three, five leaping over a beggar, fast asleep
"He's entering the Cathedral!"
"He mustn't !"
And then I was inside.
Running from the bright white summer light into the dense dark gloom straightway robbed my eyes of their sight. I rubbed them again and again.
The marble under my bare feet was cool. It made me shiver.
High above me in the Cathedral vaulting I could hear birds flapping their wings. The sound filled my head. I clapped my hands over my ears. All my senses were on fire because of the accursed fever.
The windows were made of glass stained blue and green and red. The light streamed through them. I looked at my hands, covered with colored bands. The marble floor was filled with a rainbow light. The colors were swirling before my eyes. I was going to fall I couldn't stay up
"There he is!"
No time to rest. No time to think. They were still on my tail.
I took a deep breath and started to run again
Up the central nave towards the high altar at the far end of the Cathedral.
God will save me!
A priest ran out of the shadows
"Halt, boy! You cannot "
No! I pulled myself past him, leaving him to fill his arms with air.
I looked left and right
The mob was inside the Cathedral, fifty or more of them, fanning out across the vast floor, their cries echoing against the high walls.
"He's over there!"
"We've got him now!"
Then I saw it.
A candle in one of the side chapels gave off a dull yellow light.
A half-open door.
I ran between the benches, falling over one old man praying no, he was drunk, by God, and let out an awful groan
Across the aisles and to the door. I pushed it open.
A staircase leading upwards.
Nowhere else to go
I started to mount it at a run, counting the steps in my mind as I went.
Twenty . . .
Round and round, the stairway wound.
Forty . . .
A small, barred window. I looked out. Below me, roofs and more roofs.
Sixty . . .
The dizziness came over me again. I leaned against the cool white marble wall for a few breaths, until the strange feeling had passed.
The walls surrounding the stairway were so close now that they almost grazed my shoulders as I made my way ever upwards.
Eighty . . .
The only light was a dull gray haze that came from small square holes in the wall.
It was cold.
But I was sweating fit to melt. The fever gripped me in every part. My legs felt lead-heavy. How much longer did I have?
Voices! Almost like whispers, so far below.
At least I had a good start. And they would only be able to climb the stairway in single file. It was too narrow to let them all up at once.
One hundred . . .
My breath was coming so fast I had to slow myself, I was coughing madly.
Up and up the stairway went. Would it never end?
One hundred and twenty . . .
I stopped again to listen. Not a sound. Had they abandoned the chase? Silence, except for my heart, thump, thump, thump.
The air grew even colder.
One hundred and forty . . .
And then, when I thought my legs would give way from the effort, I was face-to-face with a small door.
I pushed at it. And again. Rusted hinges. At last it opened
And for a moment I had to shield my eyes from the dazzle of the afternoon sun.
On each side of the walkway were many carved spires pointing upwards to Heaven.
The wind was blowing a gale up here.
The clouds were so low they were almost grazing the tops of the spires.
Birds were perched on the statues lining the sides. There were nests tucked into the stonework.
I was on the very roof of the Cathedral.
I ran to the edge and looked out between the spires to see what was below.
Roofs, streets, and people small as crumbs.
I looked up. Beyond the city fields, forests, and, in the far distance, snow-capped mountains.
It was so beautiful.
But I had no time to admire it.
"I see him!"
They had followed me up, and faster than I thought they could now they were spilling through the little door, one after another.
I ran headlong to the front of the Cathedral.
"He can't escape!"
Nowhere to go now. Nothing in front of me but air. I stuffed my ragbag inside my shirt.
Then I climbed up the marble carvings and stood at the top, holding on to the cross at the highest point.
"Come any closer and I'll jump," I shouted.
They halted, the great crowd of them.
One man, bearded, stepped forward.
"You're a thief. And you've led us a fine dance. Now give back what you stole and we'll hand you over to the Guard."
"String him up!" someone shouted.
"I'm not a thief I took nothing!" I shouted back.
"Come down, boy, or suffer for it," the man said.
"I'll die before I let you take me," I yelled, and cast a quick glance downward. It made my head spin. Could I jump? Did I have the courage? I hoped I would not feel anything when my head hit the ground. Perhaps it would all be
And they ran at me.
I climbed to the very tip, and then, standing as tall as I could I let go, holding my arms out wide.
"You'll fall, you little fool!"
I smiled. Truly, I did not care.
"I'm not a thief!" I shouted at them.
"Then show us what's in the bag!" one of them bellowed.
I pulled it out from inside my shirt and prepared to undo the knot.
The great bells started to ring. Dong! Dong! Dong!
And at that moment the sun turned its face towards me and my eyes were filled with light my whole head was bursting with light and sound I shut my eyes, and for a moment I felt calm and at peace, nothing but the feeling of the air surrounding me and then I felt myself falling over the side but I did not try to stop myself or clutch at the stone ledge as I fell it felt good to be free of the earth and to close my eyes, I did not want to open them again, ever and I let myself fall over the side of Milan Cathedral, still clutching my ragbag, and as I fell I was so happy that now I would be able to sleep and sleep forever
Copyright © 2006 by Christopher Grey
Meet the Author
Christopher Grey is from London, England. He has worked as a waiter, a hotel manager, a hospital porter, a jeans salesman, a rock musician, and a tour operator. This is his first book. Originally inspired by a visit to the Last Supper in 1992, it was not until he came into possession of an old, faded copy of Leonardo's Notebooks that the story began to take shape . The rest is almost history.
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Leonardo da Vinci hasn't worked on the fresco of the Last Supper in two years. His supporters are most unhappy with his progress. Payments for da Vinci have stopped, but that does not stop the da Vinci household from running up debts all over town.
The shopkeepers are starting to refuse more credit on his accounts.
The Duke of Milan and da Vinci have a history of playful disagreements. However, the Duke makes no secret that he's asked the rival artist Michaelangelo to town. With threats at his doorstep and the Pope coming to the chapel in the near future, da Vinci gets to work.
LEONARDO'S SHADOW shares the story of the creation of the Last Supper through the eyes of da Vinci's servant, Giacomo. Grey spins a wonderful tale of historical fiction for anyone who's interested in the Italian Renaissance.
This book held my interest throughout the entire time I was reading it. Although it was not one of my favorite books nor the most exciting I was still captivated by the story enough to keep turning the pages. I do recommend this book to those who are looking for a book with history and a nice story line.
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Great read! I recommend this to anyone who likes reading, especially historical fiction. I personally don't enjoy historical fiction, but this was amazing. It caught my attention from the very first page. Christopher Grey's finest.
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This book was very good. Not amazing but still. I would recommend this book to anyone who loves to read. I loved how this book also had some history into it. :)
Leonardo da Vinci hasn¿t worked on the fresco of the Last Supper in two years. His supporters are most unhappy with his progress. Payments for da Vinci have stopped, but that does not stop the da Vinci household from running up debts all over town. The shopkeepers are starting to refuse more credit on his accounts. The Duke of Milan and da Vinci have a history of playful disagreements. However, the Duke makes no secret that he¿s asked the rival artist Michaelangelo to town. With threats at his doorstep and the Pope coming to the chapel in the near future, da Vinci gets to work. LEONARDO'S SHADOW shares the story of the creation of the Last Supper through the eyes of da Vinci¿s servant, Giacomo. Grey spins a wonderful tale of historical fiction for anyone who¿s interested in the Italian Renaissance. **Reviewed by: Jennifer Rummel
Giacomo has no recollection of his past since the day he fell from the top of Milan's Cathedral. Thank goodness Leonardo da Vinci was there to rescue him from the fall as well as the mob chasing him. That is how Giacomo came to be Leonardo's servant...pure chance. Leonardo da Vinci is contracted by the Duke of Milan, to paint the most amazing mural that eyes will ever behold The Last Supper. It has been almost two years since the first brush stroke, and not many more have been made since then. The Duke grows tired of waiting and warnes da Vinci that the painting must be done by Easter for the Pope, and if not then he will hire Michelangelo to finish the Last Supper. The Duke also lays threat to Giacomo, and if the information is not reported to the Duke within a week, who knows what lay in wait for poor Giacomo. Giacomo seeks answers from his Master, regarding his past, his parents, and the three items he had the day Leonardo saved him. But to no avail his Master will not speak. There are secrets hidden that will surface all in due time. When the carriage bearing the same emblem as the medallion Giacomo has passes in front of him, he grows even more curious of his past. Can Giacomo betray his Master to the Duke in hopes of saving himself from a beating as well as find the answers he most desperately seeks? Or will he be true to Leonardo da Vinci and suffer the consequences? Giacomo seeks many answers throughout this book, come and discover what secrets he may find. Mr. Grey captivates me with the extraordinary characters painted in this book. Leonardo's Shadow was an experience in the life of Leonardo da Vinci's servant that I am sure not to forget. All through this book there were twists and turns that will keep you biting your nails and on the edge of your seat. Mr. Grey deems Leonardo's Shadow: Or, My Astonishing Life as Leonardo da Vinci's Servant a fantasy book for Young Adults, but I enjoyed it very much. It could easily be enjoyed by adults as well. I think Christopher Grey deserves 5 hearts, because I know a lot of research and heart went into this book.