Death Ex Machina (Athenian Mystery Series #5)

Death Ex Machina (Athenian Mystery Series #5)

by Gary Corby

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Death Ex Machina (Athenian Mystery Series #5) by Gary Corby

A theatrical murder shocks ancient Athens, in this mystery that “manages to effortlessly integrate laugh-out-loud humor into a fairly clued puzzle” (Publishers Weekly, starred review).
 
Athens, 459 BC: It’s the time of the Great Dionysia, the largest arts festival of the ancient world, held each year in honor of Dionysos, the god of wine. But there’s a problem: A ghost is haunting Athens’s grand theater. Nicolaos and the priestess Diotima, his clever partner in sleuthing (and now in matrimony), are hired to exorcise the ghost, but secretly suspect that a human saboteur is operating behind the scenes.
 
Then, one of the actors is found hanged from the machine used to carry actors through the air when they play the part of gods. It’s quite a dramatic murder, and as Nico and Diotima dig into the actor’s past, they discover enough suspects to fill a theater. As the festival approaches and pressure mounts on all sides, can they hunt down the killer in time? Or will they simply have to hope for a deus ex machina?
 

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781616955205
Publisher: Soho Press, Incorporated
Publication date: 05/19/2015
Series: Athenian Mystery Series , #5
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 258,617
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Gary Corby lives in Sydney, Australia, with his wife and two daughters. He blogs at A Dead Man Fell from the Sky, on all things ancient, Athenian, and mysterious. He is the author of four other critically acclaimed Athenian mysteries: The Pericles Commission, The Ionia Sanction, Sacred Games, The Marathon Conspiracy, and The Singer from Memphis.

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Scene 1
REHEARSAL FOR DEATH


In my time as an investigator I had received many difficult assignments, problems that were usually dangerous, often deadly, and sometimes downright impossible.
      But no one before had ever asked me to arrest a ghost.
       “You can’t be serious, Pericles,” I said.
      “Of course I’m not,” he replied. He sounded exasperated.
      “But unfortunately for both of us, the actors are completely serious.”
      “What actors?” I asked.
      “The ghost is in the Theater of Dionysos,” Pericles said.
      “The actors refuse to enter the theater until the ghost is gone.”
      “Oh,” I said, and then, after I’d thought about it, “Oh dear.”
      The timing couldn’t be worse, because the Great Dionysia was about to begin. The Dionysia was the largest and most important arts festival in the world. Thousands of people were flocking into Athens. They came from every corner of civilization: from the city states of Greece, from Egypt and Crete and Phoenicea and Sicily, from Ionia and Phrygia. All these people came to hear the choral performances and to see the plays: the comedies and the tragedies.
      Most of all they came for the tragedies. Every city has fine singers. Every city has comics who can make you laugh. But only Athens, the greatest city in all the world, has tragedy.
      “The producers have ordered the actors back to work,” Pericles said. “The playwrights have begged them, even I have spoken to them, but the actors say they fear for their lives.”
      He wiped the sweat from his brow as he spoke. Pericles had hailed me in the middle of the agora, which at this time of the morning was always crowded. He had called me by my name, so loudly that every man, woman, and child in the marketplace had turned to look. Then Pericles had lifted the skirt of his ankle length chiton and in full view of the people had run like a woman, leaping over jars of oil for sale and dodging around laden shoppers, all to speak with me. That alone told me how serious the situation was. Pericles prided himself on his statesman-like demeanor. It was part of the public image he courted as the most powerful man in Athens.
      It was easy to see why Pericles was worried. If the actors refused to rehearse, they would put on poor performances. We would look like idiots before the rest of the civilized world. Or worse, the actors wouldn’t be able to perform at all. The festival was in honor of the god Dionysos, who in addition to wine and parties was also the god of the harvest. If we failed to honor the god as was his due, then there was no telling what might happen to the crops. The people might starve if Dionysos sent us a poor year.
      There was no doubt about it. The actors had to be induced to return to work.
      Pericles said, “What I want you to do, Nicolaos, is make a show of investigating this ghost. Do whatever it is you do when you investigate a crime. Then do something—anything—to make the actors think you’ve captured the ghost.”
      “How do you get a ghost out of a theater?” I asked.
      “How in Hades should I know?” Pericles said. “That’s your job.”
      I couldn’t recall placing a “Ghosts Expelled” sign outside my door.
      “Surely there must be someone who can do this better than me,” I said.
      “You’re the only agent in Athens, Nicolaos,” Pericles said in persuasive tones. “The only one who’ll investigate and then tell the people that the ghost is gone.”
      Which was true. Though there were plenty of thugs for hire, and mercenaries looking for work, I was the only man in Athens who took commissions to solve serious problems. I pointed out this commission aspect to Pericles.
      “You may consider this a commission,” Pericles said, through gritted teeth. He hated spending money.
      The promise of pay put another complexion on it. When Pericles had waylaid me I had been on my way to see to my wife’s property. My wife, Diotima, owned a house on the other side of the city, one in a sad state of disrepair. Repairs cost money. Money I didn’t have.
      I still didn’t think I was the man for the job. Yet I reasoned it must be possible to remove a ghost, assuming such things even existed. Otherwise our public buildings would be full of them, considering how many centuries the city had stood.
      Expelling a ghost might prove difficult, but it certainly wasn’t dangerous, deadly, or downright impossible. I made an easy decision.
      “Then I shall rid the theater of this ghost,” I promised Pericles.


Scene 2
THE PSYCHE OF THE GREAT DIONYSIA


The case was urgent. I abandoned my plan to see to repairs and turned around. I had no idea about ghosts, but I knew someone who would. I went home to ask my wife.
      I found Diotima in our courtyard. She reclined on a couch, with a bowl of olives and a glass of watered wine by her side. My little brother, Socrates, stood before her, reciting his lessons. Socrates had been expelled from school the year before, for the crime of asking too many questions. Ever since then, Diotima had been his teacher. The arrangement had worked surprisingly well.
      I interrupted the lesson to deliver my news.
      “There’s no such thing as ghosts,” Diotima said the moment I finished speaking. She paused, before she added thoughtfully, “Of course, there might be a psyche haunting the theater.”
      “Is there a difference, Diotima, between psyches and ghosts?” Socrates asked. He’d listened in, of course. I’d long ago given up any hope of keeping my fifteen-year-old brother out of my affairs.
      “There’s a big difference, Socrates,” Diotima said. “Everybody has a psyche. It’s your spirit, the part of you that descends to Hades when you die. Ghosts on the other hand are evil spirits that have never been people. The religion of the Persians has evil spirits that they call daevas. I think the Egyptians have evil spirits too. But we Hellenes don’t credit such things.”
      “Then the actors might have seen a psyche?” Socrates said.
      Diotima frowned. “I hope not. If a body hasn’t been given a proper burial then its psyche will linger on earth. It should never happen, but sometimes it does.” She turned to me. “Nico, are there any dead bodies lying about the theater?”
      “I like to think someone would have mentioned it if there were,” I said. “If there’s a body, we’ll have to deal with it, but there’s another possibility.”
      “What’s that?” Diotima asked.
      “That the actors are imagining things.” I helped

Table of Contents

Cover,
Other Books by This Author,
Title Page,
Copyright,
Dedication,
Map,
Theatrical Terms,
The Actors,
Scene 1: Rehearsal for Death,
Scene 2: The Psyche of the Great Dionysia,
Scene 3: The Ghost of Thespis,
Scene 4: The Mask,
Scene 5: Drama Therapy,
Scene 6: Fall from Favor,
Scene 7: Break a Leg,
Scene 8: The Healing Machine,
Scene 9: The Tritagonist,
Scene 10: This is becoming a Habit,
Scene 11: Crowded House,
Scene 12: Time Passes,
Scene 13: Just Hanging Around,
Scene 14: Descent into Melite,
Scene 15: Whoops,
Scene 16: The Academy,
Scene 17: The Polemarch,
Scene 18: Conference of War,
Scene 19: The Speech,
Scene 20: Writers' Conference,
Scene 21: The Previous Day Dawns Again,
Scene 22: The Funeral,
Scene 23: The Protagonist,
Scene 24: Friends make the Worst Enemies,
Scene 25: A Sudden Revelation,
Scene 26: The Vegetable Woman,
Scene 27: Salaminia,
Scene 28: The Skeleton in the Family Closet,
Scene 29: All is not as it Seems,
Scene 30: The Lakon Identity,
Scene 31: The Hand of Sabazios,
Scene 32: The High Priest,
Scene 33: The Strange Tenant,
Scene 34: The Rites of Sabazios,
Scene 35: Professional Indiscretions,
Scene 36: The Feast,
Scene 37: The False Trial,
Scene 38: Deus Ex Machina,
Scene 39: A Happy Ending!,
Scene 40: Denouement,
Author Note,
Glossary,
Acknowledgments,

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Death Ex Machina 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Gary Corby has done it again. He has managed to combine all kinds of historical facts with a truly engaging plot and a cast of unforgettable characters - many based on real people. The action takes places in Athens during the Great Dionysia - the annual presentation of plays by all the "greats" of the ancient literary world.The problem is that someone is out to "get" Sophocles by sabotaging his latest effort, and will stop at nothing less than murder. Nico and Diotima, his wife, (with thoughtful contributions from his pesky little brother, Socrates) attempt to discover the identity and the motivation of the killer. You don't have to know Greek or be a history buff (thorough explanations of the many elements involved in the plot are explained in the helpful and truly informative follow-up "Author's Note")to appreciate the author's wit and expertise.
Billyt1 More than 1 year ago
Another excellent adventure by Gary Corby. The history is exceptional and the interaction between Nicolaos and Diotima makes for a fun adventure. I can't wait for their next adventure in Aegypt