The Pale Companion: A Shakespearean Murder Mystery

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Midsummer 1601. Nick Revill and his fellow actors in the Chamberlain's Men are journeying across the Wiltshire Downs for a country-house presentation of his friend and mentor Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. But what should be a pleasant, well-paid jaunt to celebrate a noble wedding gets worse and worse, with a sinister arranged marriage, a possible suicide, and finally a case of outright murder against an ancient backdrop of Stonehenge.

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Midsummer 1601. Nick Revill and his fellow actors in the Chamberlain's Men are journeying across the Wiltshire Downs for a country-house presentation of his friend and mentor Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. But what should be a pleasant, well-paid jaunt to celebrate a noble wedding gets worse and worse, with a sinister arranged marriage, a possible suicide, and finally a case of outright murder against an ancient backdrop of Stonehenge.

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The Barnes & Noble Review from Discover Great New Writers
The protagonist of Nicole Stansbury's debut is spunky young Lucy Taylor, who, with her enigmatic mother, Miriam, her perfect sister, Jen, and her father, Bob, is en route from L.A. to Provo, Utah, to begin a new life in the land of pie-baking, fruit-canning Martha Stewart Mormons.

But the narcissistic Miriam, the axis upon which the Taylor family spins, is a malcontent. She's not interested in being the perfect housewife and mother, or in trying to fit in. She has bigger fish to fry. She wants a job, she wants a dream house, she wants to go to college -- her dreams, in fact, are endless. Lucy's dreams are of a less complicated life: of a father who has time for her instead of tamping out her mother's latest fire, of a mother "who never picked at [her] dad or forgot to wear a bra or caused trouble." But Lucy is also smart enough to see the joy and variety that her wild car wreck-of-a-mother brings to their lives, and to revel in it, as flawed as the object of her affection may be.

Fans of Mona Simpson, and Discover readers who enjoyed the Summer 2001 story collection Georgia Under Water by Heather Sellers -- Nicole Stansbury's pitch-perfect debut is for you! (Spring 2002 Selection)

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Welcome to Elizabethan England, where British author Gooden's pale companion will give you a gratifying taste of the danger and excitement of that lusty place and time. In midsummer of 1601, the Chamberlain's Men, a troupe of actors based in London at the Globe, are set to perform a play written by one of their members, young Will Shakespeare, for the marriage of Lord Elcombe's elder son. Nicholas Revill, in his third appearance as a minor actor and major sleuth with the Men (That Sleep of Death; Death of Kings), soon realizes that this Midsummer Night's Dream is turning into a nightmare. During a postprandial stroll through the woods, Nick first becomes aware that there's a "presence" dogging his footsteps. In one form or another this "pale companion" haunts the story, as in "the moon pale companion to our revels" or the couple (one of whom is light, the other dark) that Nick observes in the garden the night before a body is discovered pinned to the sundial by its tapered brass gnomon. Wanting no more pale companions, Nick proceeds to solve the mysteries. Gooden admirably conveys the sense of period and place through accurate details of Elizabethan "business." Hangings were considered great sport, especially in London, where a "Tyburn turn-off" was as good as a party. And the wedding feast is a culinary treasure trove of goodies: conies, manchets, kissing-comfits and Spanish paps. Historical mystery fans are in for a treat. (July 1) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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A roving group of Elizabethan players prepares to perform A Midsummer Night's Dream for a wedding celebration that features a reluctant bridegroom. Having arrived at the scene of their next performance, a great manor house, series narrator/actor Nick Revill (Death of Kings) and his fellows use their free time to gossip and gather information. Nick becomes acquainted with the half-mad "homeless" man who lives in the neighboring woods only to learn of the man's suspicious death later. While Nick and local magistrate Adam Fielding investigate, a second murder occurs. Authentic settings and a solid and intriguing plot result in a fine historical mystery. Recommended for most collections. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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In the summer of 1601, Nick Revill leaves his beloved London for the country, where his acting company will perform A Midsummer Night's Dream at Instede House as part of the nuptial festivities for Lord Elcombe's son. (Some historians believe Shakespeare's comedy was written for a similar performance.) The trip ought to be a vacation of sorts, but it doesn't start out well. When Nick's professional interest takes him to a Cain and Abel morality play by the Paradise Brothers in Salisbury, an ill-conceived heckle turns the rowdy crowd against him. Kate, the beautiful daughter of magistrate Adam Fielding, tends to Nick's bruises while the biblically named magistrate makes deductions from dust on Nick's trousers. As Nick's recuperating, Gooden scatters allusions, including Shakespearean references, willy-nilly. Once at Instede House, Nick finds that Harry, the would-be groom, doesn't want to get married and that Cuthbert, the younger son, wants to be an actor, but Lord Elcombe's authoritarian plans for them prevail. Then an eccentric man living in the woods hangs himself from a tree. Nick, who knew the man, shares his knowledge with the investigating magistrate-Adam Fielding. When Lord Elcombe himself is murdered, Nick once again has firsthand knowledge for the magistrate, who turns out to have a personal as well as a professional interest in the proceedings. As in previous adventures (The Death of Kings, not reviewed, etc.), a pretentious stream of allusions, puns, and literary sallies provides endless in-jokes for the enlightened while muffling Nick's otherwise pleasant chatter for everybody else.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786710089
  • Publisher: Avalon Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/28/2002
  • Edition description: 1 CARROLL
  • Pages: 288
  • Product dimensions: 5.55 (w) x 8.82 (h) x 1.13 (d)

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Just outside of Las Vegas the trailer fishtailed, flew out across the desert, rolled twice, and smashed into a Joshua tree. It started as a little noise, my dad said, a sort of jiggling -- and when he looked in the rearview mirror he saw the trailer go, lurching uncertainly in the direction of the desert but going fast, almost like it was trying to keep up with the car for a ways before it rolled, bouncing, like a little orange toy that weighed no more than a box of animal crackers. He had a minute, he said, with the car pulled over and everybody still asleep, to think about what he'd done, or what he hadn't done, which was make sure the trailer hitch was secure when we'd left Los Angeles. He'd had time to turn the car around and take us back to our old life in the House on the Hill, if he'd been so inclined. He was a man with options. But my dad had been taught to move ahead in life. So he did what anyone would: he put on his shoes, got out of the car, walked a short distance to relieve himself, and stood chewing his mint toothpick, thinking it all over.

Jen and I woke up when we felt the car stop. It was early morning but already the air was thickly hot, and dust floated on either side of the car. My dad had slammed on the brakes when he saw the trailer go and our car was parked now at a crazy angle, the tires creaked hard to one side, we saw when we got out, and the back end of the car jutting up toward the road. Someone in a passing car might've thought we'd stopped so one of us could throw up, or because of a quarrel that got too big for the interior of the car, or for some other urgency: which now our mom was running toward, full out across yellow gray dirt, my dad catching up and then overtaking her like he might be able to fix it all before she got there.

No one had given us any instructions and so for a minute Jen and I just sat. No one had said, stay here girls, or hurry, hurry, get your shoes on. We could see colorful billboards all the way up the highway: the closest one advertised a ninety-nine-cent steak dinner, with a baked potato alongside a pulverized-looking piece of meat and a sprig of freakishly green parsley at the edge of the plate. Farther on was a woman lounging poolside, her legs open as if she'd fallen from a treetop and landed with perfect aim on the chaise longue made of stripey plastic straws: circus circus, single as low as $10.95 per person double occupancy.

Jen took the lead and got out. We could hear my mom from the car, her wailing insane and heartbreaking. That made us both run, out across the dirt with our plastic thongs flapping and catching in the brush. There were snakes everywhere, that much I was sure of, and my ankles tingled at the thought. Somewhere along the way my mom's wails got to me and something caught in my own throat, a hard ball of salt and fear, and I let the sound out. My dad saw us and came toward us with his arms open. "It's okay, kids. Everything's okay. We lost the trailer but we're fine, everyone's fine, your mom's just upset -- "

"It's not fine!" our mom cried. "Not fine!" She was kneeling in the dirt, her fingers wrapped in her hair while she rocked. "All of our things, all of our things -- !" "We're okay. We're okay. We're all in one piece." My dad felt warm and solid. His arms were thick with black hair and up close each hair sprouted from a large pore, as though the hair had been stitched on. The trailer had landed upright and it looked friendly enough, the way it had looked in our driveway when my dad slid the bolt and said, there. And we're off. But the back of it was smashed upward and the door and bolt were both twisted so that our dad spent some time kicking and heaving at the bolt. Every now and again a semi sped by on the highway and it was the only sound beside our mom's crying and my dad's grunts as he worked at the lock. Then it sprung open and my dad gently pried the door back. "Things are fine," he said. "See, Miriam? Things look okay, I don't think much is broken. See?"

Jen took my hand. Inside the trailer boxes lay on their sides, straining at the clear strapping tape with their smashed contents. Leaving the House on the Hill the night before, I'd imagined the inside of the trailer as a miniature replica of the rooms we'd left behind, with beds made and the couch in front of the window and books lined neatly in the bookcase. But now we were somewhere on the outskirts of Las Vegas with snakes all around, and my mom rushed forward to one of the boxes marked fragile! dinner dishes. She ripped through the tape and newspaper and we heard the tinkle of broken china even before we could see it. The whole box was like that, and then another. My dad tried to take her arm. "Go! Go away!" my mom cried.

"I'm sorry," my dad said. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Look, the chairs are fine. The table even. I'll hitch a ride into town. Why don't you come back to the car? We can't stand here all day." It was warming up and my dad's glasses were reflective cubes beneath his shaggy eyebrows. "Come on. We can't stand here."

"You go. You just go. We never should've left, we never should've left."

"Don't talk like that, Miriam. Come on, let's just take care of this."

"If you hadn't wanted to move us. Because you were suspicious. Everything is wrong!"

"Please don't be sad, Mom." Even in the dry air my mom was strangely moist. She was a center, a focal point in the jaundiced landscape, and I moved toward her.

"You think everything's okay, you think everything's okay," she looked at my face but her eyes were somewhere else. They looked odd and flat, like my real mother had seeped out. She touched Jen's hair, moving her palm over it in an absent circle. I felt something touch my foot and yanked back. "Here," my dad said. "Come on," and lifted me. A beetle was moving crookedly around my mom's thong, trying to get around it. When it got to the other side it sped under a rock.

"You go, you just go," my mom said. She sat in the dirt and more tears came. She couldn't get over it. "We never should've left. It's your fault. Your fault."

"The car's fine. We're fine. Now come on, we're all gonna get a sunburn."

"I don't care. I don't care. Why did we? Have to leave? Because you thought I was cheating, is why, I know why you want so bad to get us to Provo, so you can keep me locked up like Rapunzel, if it weren't for the kids I'd just go, oh, I can't believe it, we've lost everything, everything." She went to another box and when she heard the sound of broken dishes inside of that one she just let it drop, then collapsed over it.

"Come on, Mom," Jen said. "We have sandwiches and ice in the car."

"You go, you all just go. Really. I'll be fine, I'll just stay till you get back. Go fix yourself some sandwiches and get a cold drink and I'll just wait. Okay?"

"Goddamnit, Miriam, you're being selfish." My dad picked up the boxes and put them back in the trailer, slammed the bolt. "I need to call a tow truck. You need to pull yourself together."

"Me! Me! Me pull myself together!" My mom went at my dad. She cracked him on the cheek and his glasses flew off his face. "You've ruined everything! Everything!" I started to cry. Without his glasses my dad looked lizardlike, his eyes slits.

"Stop it!" Jen yelled. "Everybody stop it!"

"What do you want me to do?" my dad said. His voice broke. "What do you want me to do?" He retrieved his glasses and moved around to the front of the trailer, tried to lift it. "Is this what you want me to do? Haul it on my back all the way to Utah? I will if that's what you want. I will."

"Don't, Dad," I said. It was awful to watch him. He'd get one knee under the hitch and strain and then pause to shove his glasses up his nose and then try again.

My mom laughed. "You look like an imbecile," she said.

My dad kept at it, pausing and kneeling to breathe hard and then getting himself back up under it. The trailer stayed right where it was, shipwrecked. I saw the beetle scuttle out, freeze, and take off in another direction. It was as if suddenly all the things I knew were behind me, useless and small. In front of me were snakes and broken dishes and wet spots that had appeared under my dad's armpits as he heaved. And behind me was our old life, so far away that not even squinting could bring it into focus; when I looked back all I saw was dirt and highway, tiny cars and trucks speeding off into nowhere. Until today, I thought, I'd known a lot of things: that opera was when people sang loudly on a stage, for example, and knelt and clutched at their hearts. That markets sold heaps of apples and grapes hissed on with hoses that left the fruit dripping and glistening, and that outside the market was a large gold horse with a western saddle that for a dime would hump in a slow motion gallop, and if I waited patiently I would get to ride him.

I knew that my nana liked to kiss us on the mouth when we came to visit, so that we lingered with dread on the front steps after ringing the doorbell, waiting for the sight of her bloody-looking mouth and its medicinal smell. And that once she'd strung a bulldog from a clothesline for biting my dad when he was only five and that now, because of the dog bite, my dad's eyeball wandered around when he was tired, drifting to the corner of his eye like it was off duty.

When a picture got taken, what we did was smile. When dried beans were poured into a pie pan, we glued them onto a paper plate in the shape of a rooster. Popsicle sticks were chewed, and sleeping bags could be rolled into neat stools and tied with strings, then unrolled in front of the TV for watching cartoons. Always, the mom gave the baths. Always, the dad drove the car.

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