"Smart, intricately plotted...a richly imagined thriller."- PEOPLE magazine
"This is a book in which storylines twist, spiral and come together again in an ending as explosive as a poof of smoke from your chimney...or a top hat." - Oprah.com
"It's a captivating yarn.... Macallister, like the Amazing Arden, mesmerizes her audience. No sleight of hand is necessary. An ambitious heroine and a captivating tale are all the magic she needs." - Washington Post
Water for Elephants meets The Night Circus in The Magician's Lie, a debut novel in which the country's most notorious female illusionist stands accused of her husband's murder - and she has only one night to convince a small-town policeman of her innocence.
The Amazing Arden is the most famous female illusionist of her day, renowned for her notorious trick of sawing a man in half on stage. One night in Waterloo, Iowa, with young policeman Virgil Holt watching from the audience, she swaps her trademark saw for a fire ax. Is it a new version of the illusion, or an all-too-real murder? When Arden's husband is found lifeless beneath the stage later that night, the answer seems clear.
But when Virgil happens upon the fleeing magician and takes her into custody, she has a very different story to tell. Even handcuffed and alone, Arden is far from powerless-and what she reveals is as unbelievable as it is spellbinding. Over the course of one eerie night, Virgil must decide whether to turn Arden in or set her free... and it will take all he has to see through the smoke and mirrors.
"This debut novel is historical fiction that blends magic, mystery, and romance." - Boston Globe, Pick of the Week
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About the Author
Raised in the Midwest, Greer Macallister is a poet, short story writer, playwright and novelist. Her plays have been performed at American University, where she earned her MFA in Creative Writing. Her debut novel, The Magician's Lie, was a USA Today and MIBA Indie bestseller, an Indie Next, LibraryReads, and Target Book Club Pick, and was chosen by guest judge Whoopi Goldberg as a Book of the Month Club main selection. It has been optioned for film by Jessica Chastain's Freckle Films.
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The Magician's Lie
By Greer Macallister
Legend Times LtdCopyright © 2015 Greer Macallister
All rights reserved.
July 23, 1905
Six o'clock in the evening
Tonight, I will do the impossible.
The impossible is nothing new to me. As I do every night, I will make people believe things that aren't true. I will show them worlds that never existed, events that never happened. I will weave a web of beautiful illusion to snare them, a glittering trap that drags them willingly with me into the magical, false, spellbinding world.
Before that, I will gather my strength. I will remain motionless, barely even breathing, here in this chair, while preparations happen around me, to me. I feel the feathery touch of brushes on my cheeks, on my chin, as my face is made up for the stage. I feel a heavy thumb press down on my eyelid. Another hand lightly, lightly edges it with kohl. Fingers twist and pin my hair into place, snap a heavy gilded bracelet onto my wrist. It's not possible to ignore the hands, but I focus on not reacting to them, on not reacting to anything.
I go through the act inside my head, rehearsing my patter and my gestures, seeing the whole night unfold. I welcome the crowd and take charge of the theater. I produce hats from nothingness. I transport coins through the air with a snap of my fingers, turning gold into nothing into gold again. The details of each scene bloom and dive and swarm through my head as I picture the evening from first curtain to final bow, here in the chair, silent and still. Without giving any outward sign, I dance on the inside, hearing every trilling and tender note of the music, practicing every elegant step.
When it's time, I rise on command and step into the dress held out for me, bowing my head. The dress is always last. This is how we proceed every night, and at least in this way, tonight is the same as every other. The hands close up the back of the dress, waist to neck, and then turn me around to pass three tiny buttons through three tiny loops, covering my throat, and my costume is complete.
Onstage I will act as I always act. I will do many impossible things. I will make mysteries of scarves and coins, enchant the audience sweetly, misdirect their attention to take them by surprise. I will entertain and flatter. Then I will close the show, as I always do, with the Halved Man. I will cut a man in two, severing him through his trunk, and he will scream for mercy as the blood pours forth. The audience will be unable to believe what they see, but neither will they be able to reject it. It will look entirely real. Then I will heal him. He will spring up whole again, wiping away the blood from an expanse of flawless skin, as if there had never been a wound. My healing powers are legendary, though no one really knows their true extent. They don't know how I wish away my own injuries, the cuts and bruises, the burns, the broken bones. It isn't part of my legend, but it's part of my life.
I'm escorted to the stage, as I always am, another set of footfalls moving exactly in concert with mine.
This is the routine now, every night.
This is the life of the most famed female illusionist in the world, very nearly the only one in existence, the life I have made for myself through luck and talent and sheer will. This is the life I have decided to leave behind. This is the life I will end.
Tonight, I will escape my torturer, once and for all time.
Tonight, I will kill him.
Seven o'clock in the evening
The magician raises the ax high over her head, lets it hang there a moment, then brings it down in one broad stroke.
The sound of splintering wood rings through the theater. At the same time, there's a scream. It sounds like an animal, but Holt knows it's a man. It's the man in the box, a box the woman onstage just drove an ax straight into. Blood gushes out over the sides of the box, pooling wetly on the floor. He almost vomits.
The blood's got to be fake. This is an act, he reminds himself, all an act.
His friend Mose whispers, "Like I told you, right? Never seen anything like it!"
"Never," agrees Officer Holt.
As latecomers, they're standing all the way at the back, behind the seated crowd, and he looks over the heads of several hundred silent Iowans, holding their collective breath. Even from here, he has a clear view of the stage. Earlier in the magician's act, there were elaborate sets, like a life-size replica of ancient Rome, with a dozen dancing slave girls and lute players galore. Now there is only the magician, and her ax, and a man's head and feet protruding from the ends of a long box like a coffin on tall wheels, now half-split through the middle and seemingly soaked with blood.
She raises the ax and swings it down again, workmanlike, as if it were only wood she's splitting. The man bellows once, twice more, and then falls silent.
The audience waits.
When the magician tosses away the ax, it clatters to the floor with a sharp report, but she doesn't seem to hear it. She lays her bare hands on the splintered wood and slowly, slowly pushes the two halves of the broken, bloody box apart. She shoves half of the box offstage to the right, returns to the center, and shoves the other half offstage to the left.
Holt finds himself leaning forward, rapt.
At the edges of the stage, ribbons of black smoke rise in slow currents. The smoke swirls and grows, spreading in inky clouds toward stage center, until the magician — standing with her long, pale arms thrust into the air, waiting — is swallowed whole.
There is a noise like a thunderclap, and the black smoke turns white.
Another noise, and the smoke is gone altogether, along with the magician.
Then there are murmurs from the front of the theater. A disturbance in the audience, shifting motions, turning heads. Something's happening in the front row. Holt can't see what it is, trapped in the back with his roiling gut. He wants to surge forward. He burns to know how this all ends.
All at once, everywhere around him, applause breaks out, so loud it hurts his head. People gasp, whisper, cheer. The magician is on the stage again — how, when did she get there? — with her arms outstretched once more. The sight of her takes what's left of his breath away. Her face floats like a moon above the high neckline of her sparkling black dress. One porcelain cheek is splashed with blood.
Then he sees what has amazed the audience. She welcomes to the stage the man from the box, whole again. The man grins and waves. Once broken, now healed, as if the horror and the blood of minutes before had never been.
It's too much for Holt, and he turns tail, pushes open the back doors, stands panting in the lobby. He hears Mose follow him, not too close behind. He stares at the nearest unmoving thing to try to steady his head. It's a poster for the magician, the Amazing Arden. She stares out proudly with one blue eye and one that's half blue, half brown. Her body hovers above a halved coffin. Strange stuff. There are other words too blurred for him to read. The fault is probably not in the words.
Mose says, "Steady there, Virgil," and claps him on the back.
"Not sure why you thought this would help," Holt tells him dryly.
"Take your mind off your troubles."
"Kind of you to try."
"If magic won't distract you, I know what will," Mose says and leads him down the street to a tavern, half-empty, friendly, dark.
They drink and talk of innocuous things: whether the lack of rain is stunting this year's corn, how little Janesville has changed in twenty years, how the taste of lousy gin seems to get better the more of it you drink. They don't talk about Mose's promotion, or their rivalry, or Iris, or Holt's bad news. Holt asks politely about Prudie and the baby but is relieved when Mose only says that they're well. Talking about their wives could open doors Holt doesn't want opened tonight.
They are still there three hours later when the door of the tavern bangs open and someone calls, "Sheriff Huber!" While Mose leaps up to answer, Holt remains on his stool. He sits by himself and drinks yet more gin he should leave alone. Unlikely he'll ever be sheriff. His hand creeps toward the small of his back from habit. He forces it back down.
When Mose calls to him, it takes a few long moments for him to hear and stir himself from his reverie.
"Holt! Up and out," says Mose.
"It's a police matter." He points at Holt. "And you're police."
"Twenty miles down the road. Not here."
"Doesn't matter. You won't be there in an official capacity. But you're going to want to see this."
Holt rises as best he can and follows.
* * *
A few hours' time has transformed the theater and not for the better. The house lights have been turned all the way up, making visible the wear on the empty seat cushions, the stained and faded carpet. The voices of a small crowd near the stage carry all the way back as the two of them head up the center aisle.
Holt catches the metallic tang of blood on the air right away. The bile rises in his throat again, and he fights to keep it down. Pouring cheap gin on top of today's news and tonight's gore has hollowed him out like a rotten stump.
He keeps moving, forcing himself forward, even when he hears Mose frame the question, "All right, who found the body?"
"Stagehand," says one of the men in uniform. There are several, standing in a tight circle in front of the stage, heads down, staring through an open trap door. Holt joins the circle and follows their gazes down. Underneath the stage, there are another half dozen officers, clustered around the remains of the Halved Man trick. Where there are more officers, there are more lamps, and the space under the stage is almost as bright as day. He can see clearly despite the distance and the drink.
The long, coffin-like box is split in half, nearly pulped in the center by the magician's ax. The stains near the center are cherry-red, clearly fake stage blood, but the spreading pool of liquid around the base of the box is a darker red, somewhere between wine and rust. One half of the box is empty. A man's dead body has been jammed into the other half. As he watches, two of the officers free the body from the box. When he sees what sorry shape the dead man is in, he stops watching.
Mose calls gruffly to one of the officers onstage. "And they're sure who it is?"
"Confirmation from these two," says the officer, indicating a pair of trembling girls off to the side. They clutch each other's sleeves and wipe their eyes over and over again. "Tell them what you told me." But the girls are unable to string a sentence together, and at last the officer says, "It's her husband."
"Whose husband?" asks Holt, thinking he means one of the girls.
Mose says, "So where's the magician?"
"Obviously, we'd like to talk to her."
Her trick, her husband, almost certainly her doing. Of course she's wanted for questioning. Holt pictures that ax falling again, the matter-of-fact way she brought it down, without hesitation. The image is so clear in his head that he thinks he feels the blade.
He should go home. He didn't sleep last night, just lay in his bed in a panic, and it's starting to catch up with him.
He taps his friend on the shoulder and says, "Listen, I'm going to get on the road."
"Just let me —"
"No, you need to stay. Good luck, Sheriff Huber. I think you may need it."
"Why don't you stay the night?" Mose asks. "We've plenty of room."
"No, thank you. Really need to get home. Iris'll worry," he says, all of which is true.
Outside in the warm night, the summer air does little to clear his head. He swings his leg over his horse and lowers himself into the saddle inch by inch, angry that he has to be careful about it. The alcohol has dulled the pain enough that he can almost forget it, but not quite. It still gnaws. He's sore from the doctor's poking and prodding, as if the wound itself weren't bad enough. At least he can put this place and this day behind him now. He turns the horse's head toward Janesville.
Fifteen miles down the road, still five miles from home, he slows at the crossroads. The night is silent and warm. For a moment, he pictures himself turning right. Continuing east toward Chicago and Ohio and New York City and the Atlantic Ocean, none of which he's ever seen. Throwing caution to the wind and spurring the horse as fast as he can go, galloping across the open flat land till they're both gasping. Hunger is what makes up his mind in the moment. The lighted window of a restaurant just before the bend, perched here for travelers at all hours, draws him. The road will be there afterward either way.
He ties his horse out front, goes inside, takes a seat. At this late hour, the only other customer is a gentleman in the corner with his head down on the table like he's asleep. Reading the menu, Holt wipes his face with a handkerchief and feels the alcohol sweating out of his pores. He asks for coffee, but this time of night, they don't have a pot ready, and the waitress disappears to put one on fresh. Every single thing on the bill of fare sounds delicious. Fried ham and creamed hominy, roly-poly pudding, and blueberry pie. He could hardly go wrong, whatever he chooses. As Iris says, hunger is the best sauce. He loses himself for a moment, thinking of her. She doesn't yet know the news he heard today. He isn't sure what to tell her. Or what to tell anyone. No doubt they'll force him to resign, give up his position as the town's only police officer. Who will he be then? Would Iris still love a nobody, if that's who he becomes?
The bell atop the door frame jingles. He glances up from the menu for just a moment, and when he does, the whole world shifts.
In the doorway is a young woman in a long cloak, gripping a valise. Since he last saw her, she has wiped the fake blood from her cheek.
He wastes no time, standing from his chair and meeting her in the doorway, before she can step farther inside. He reaches for her elbow and says, "Ma'am?"
She seems much smaller now than she did onstage. She stares up at him with those odd, mismatched eyes. One blue eye, like a regular eye, the left one. The right one, half brown, half blue. Divided right down the middle, straight as a plumb line. Even if her sparkling black gown weren't peeking out from under her cloak, which it is, the eyes would have given her away.
He says in a clear, firm voice, "I'm Officer Virgil Holt of the Janesville Police Department. I'm placing you under arrest, ma'am. On suspicion of murder."
"Murder!" she exclaims, blinking, her hand flying to cover her lips. "Sir?"
"Don't be alarmed, ma'am. Just come with me and we'll discuss it," he says, reaching for her elbow, which he almost manages to hold for a moment before she bolts.
They struggle in the doorway, and the bell jingles madly as he maneuvers her outside. As they jostle and his shoulder slams into the door frame, the thought strikes him — he shouldn't be doing this, it's dangerous — and he relaxes his grip just a little. She breaks free and runs as he stumbles, righting himself quickly, but not quickly enough to hold her. When he looks up, he sees her untying his horse and neatly balancing on the rail to hop up onto its back. He lets her. Because when he whistles for his horse, it brings her over to him, and he smoothly mounts up into the saddle behind her while she's still figuring out whether to jump. The horse knows him well enough that he doesn't even need the reins. He locks both arms around the magician.
"Don't fight," he says. "We both fall off and get trampled, that helps no one."
She still struggles for a moment but seems too afraid of falling off the horse to put her whole self into it. She seems even smaller to him now. The top of her head is just under his chin, and her hair is twisted into ropes and knotted together. A clove hitch, like a hunter would use.
"I didn't murder anyone," she says, her voice hoarse and uncertain. "Who's murdered?"
He doesn't answer. Back in the restaurant doorway, he can see a shadow. Either the waitress coming out to see what's happened, or that other patron, if the noise woke him. Best to go before anyone sees. He can't stay here and conduct an interrogation on the back of a horse. He needs to find out what she knows, what she did.
North then ... or south? If she's guilty, he should take her back to the theater in Waterloo immediately and hand her over. Mose is probably still there. But the horse, eager for his hay bed, starts moving in the direction of Janesville, and Holt lets himself — lets both of them — be carried. He'll sober up on the way. He can always bring her back. He's an officer of the law and bound to do the right thing, except he's not sure what the right thing is just now.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Interesting story, great writing. I was caught up in the story right away.
Received a copy from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. THE MAGICIAN'S LIE is a cleverly written story of adventure, love, and self-discovery. It's perfect for fans of THE NIGHT CIRCUS, WATER FOR ELEPHANTS, THE PRINCESS BRIDE, etc. Filled to the brim with twists and turns, you'll be kept on the edge of your seat. Greer Macallister is a truly wonderful storyteller. The characters she created were multi-dimensional and the world she built felt very real. I was completely caught up in Arden's journey--she is a bad ass protagonist. Cheers to Macallister for writing strong, smart women! The arc was well structured and I loved the way everything came together to tie the story up with a nice little bow. On occasion it felt like it dragged because the author would get caught up in the details. That being said, I believe this attention to detail is what created such a rich and vivid story/world. A thoroughly enjoyable debut. Very much looking forward to what's next from the author!
An engaging whodunnit set in the early 20th century! Ada Bates, aka The Amazing Arden, is an illusionest whose main act is to place a man in a box and saw him in half. One particular night, after the performance, a dead man is found in the box. She becomes the sole suspect and is accused of the murder. But Virgil Holt, a lawman who watched the performance, is not so sure. He steps in to try to unravel the mystery. Page by page, through his investigation, secrets of Ada's past are revealed. The author took her time in setting up scenes, describing illusions, painting vivid pictures of the rich decor and costuming and lights on stage and behind it. She even reveals the secrets of how some illusions are accomplished. The Magician's Lie has much to like - suspense, mystery, and plenty of drama until all is revealed in a fantastic ending. If you like mysteries, especially whodunits, and magician's tricks, then this is one book you might want to read.
A fast-pace, mysterious and magical tale of what a stong-willed woman will do to protect herself and the things we do for love. Enjoyed every bit of this novel. No complains here.
Enjoyed this book greatly. Couldn't put it down.
Mystery suspense and a love story
I really enjoyed reading this book. I always enjoy stories about strong women who are also smart and lead an inspiring life. The twist at the end was completely unexpected but it added to the woman's story and made her even more human.
This is a great historical fiction. The fact that the entire story takes place in one night is unique and I loved it. The Amazing Arden, aka Ada, is the best character I have met this year. Her story is so believable and real, although I still wonder how much of it is true. I want to believe that it is all true; that there were no lies in the story. Although, I do realize that selling a story is what The Amazing Arden does for her lively hood. When a story leaves me wondering and still thinking about it I know that it is a great book. I loved the different perspectives of the story being told. Officer Holt’s perspective was that of one trying to come to terms with where his life could be headed and if he was to believe Ada’s story of innocence. Ada’s perspective was of telling the story of her life and convincing Officer Holt of her innocence. I am not sure which I liked better, but I do believe that Ada is definitely the better story teller. The love story in this book is not a typical love story. There was never a truly perfect love time in this story. It seemed that something was always amiss. I liked that it wasn’t predictable. Ada is a lovable person but yet found it hard to be loved. She believed that everyone who she came in contact with had an ulterior motive. I believe that she wanted to be loved and believed that she found that love, but was afraid to let that love grow. This is a great book. The story was amazing. The writing flowed at the perfect speed. The descriptions of the towns, the train, and the magic tricks made the book come alive. I will happily recommend The Magician’s Lie.
I found it a hard book to put down and thought it was very well written and wonderfully done, for the most part. I wish perhaps the ending was a bit better, to me it seemed a little predictable. But overall, very enjoyable.
Loved it! Couldn't put it down .
I just took the time to give my honest review of this book. It was not a positive review. Unlike previous reviews I have posted, positive and negative, it registered as a successful post and promptly disappeared. Perhaps only positive reviews are sometimes accepted?!!!
The plot line was different. Great detail and suspense
The pace is grwat, the charavters are well developed and the story holds you. Great read which i would recommend any day
THE MAGICIAN’S LIE, by Greer Macallister is my latest read, and I loved it. The book starts with one of Arden’s most amazing illusions followed by a murder, and from that moment on, the reader is mesmerized by the Amazing Arden’s magical tale. The Amazing Arden is a famed illusionist, a rare position for a woman, and it gives her a greater sense of independence that other women of her time don’t enjoy. As her unique profession helps her gain more freedom, her main purpose for pursuing a career as an illusionist is to escape her troubled past. Unfortunately, Arden is unwittingly laying the groundwork for her own prison. If the past catches up with her, no illusion can help her escape. I couldn’t put this one down until I found out what happens to the amazing Arden, a character I found to be sympathetic and vulnerable while amazingly brave. If you loved Water for Elephants, you will love The Magician’s Lie. I highly recommend it.
It took a chapter or two for me to get hooked into the story but once I did, I had a hard time putting it down. Very interesting story, with characters I felt were all very realistic.
Female magicians have rarely made history, but The Amazing Arden is determined to do just that. Ada Bates may not have always claimed the title of The Amazing Arden but she has been an illusionist the whole of her life, convincingly transforming herself as needed to survive one trying circumstance after another. Her biggest feat however, will be in persuading Officer Virgil Holt that she did not murder her husband while performing her heart-stopping and most famed illusion of the Halved Man. Over the course of one evening, Ada will weave the events of her life into her most gripping and compelling illusion yet. Adept at entertaining and flattering audiences while misdirecting their attention with flattery, gestures and chatter, The Amazing Arden delivers a tale of romance and suspense, one that Officer Holt must determine how much is legitimate and how much is an artful deception. Driven by fear and the love of applause, Ada crafts a life as The Amazing Arden based on the performances of magic. Or perhaps, her whole existence is that of an illusion? It is up to Officer Holt and the reader to decipher how much of her account is truth and how much is fabrication. Intrigued with the idea of a man being sawed in half by a woman led Greer Macallister to delve into the world of famous magicians. A field typically dominated by men, Macallister has delivered a fictional account of female magicians at the turn of the century integrating fact with fiction. The Amazing Arden was contrived when Macallister found Adelaide Herrmann in her research, a famed female magician noted for her act of the Bullet Catch in 1897 in New York City. Macallister blends historical events with narrative to convey a story of mystique that will keep readers page turning with anticipation and intrigue. Macallister opens the tale with a letter to her readers from Arden in which the illusionist explicitly admits the intention of killing her torturer. “This is the life of the most famed female illusionist in the world, very nearly the only one in existence, the life I have made for myself through luck and talent and sheer will. This is the life I have decided to leave behind. This is the life I will end. Tonight, I will escape my torturer, once and for all time. Tonight I will kill him.” Macallister quickly turns to the perspective of Virgil Holt, a young police officer of Janesville, Iowa, viewing with the audience the most gruesome and violent of acts. He is so disturbed by what he sees and hears in The Amazing Arden’s Waterloo show stop that he must excuse himself to the bar for a drink in order calm his nerves. Just a few hours later Holt is called back to the theater, to investigate a grisly murder scene. With the disappearance of the magician and the presence of her dead husband, Ada becomes the lead suspect in the investigation. Later as Officer Holt makes his way home to Janesville, he happens upon Ada and arrests her without witnesses. Seeking the glory that will accompany the arrest of the famous magician given the significance of the crime, Holt proceeds with the investigation neglecting to call in backup. Placing five pair of handcuffs on the magician, just in case she tries any trickery, Holt’s interrogation begins. However, Ada’s strange appearance is as unique and beguiling as her talents allowing for the fascination of the young officer. Pleading her innocence (while turning the tables and pulling Holt’s personal story from him) the saga of Ada Bates/ The Amazing Arden begins. Ada weaves in ardent detail the events of her life pulling Officer Holt ever deeper within her complex labyrinth and revealing her hidden talent. With the power to heal her physical wounds is it possible she can heal those of others? It is a question Officer Holt fixedly seeks to answer, for he too has his own secret and is anxious to learn if perhaps The Amazing Arden can heal him. As such, Holt becomes ever more eager to learn the enthralling history of Ada and will give over to her whatever she shall ask. Macallister winds the story through the perspective of two protagonists, but her voice resonates best through Ada. Ada Bates as The Amazing Arden may be elusive to her show audiences, but Macallister has developed a character that will remain in the reader’s thoughts long after the story has been put down. Ada’s strength is driven by fear, a point Macallister clearly defines. As a child Ada’s mother could not save her daughter so Ada strives to save herself. Through her struggle of survival, we travel through her process of metamorphosis as she develops personalities that allow her to persevere. Her energy, strength, enthusiasm and persistence for the desire to succeed professionally while making herself whole are motivating and inspiring messages for any reader. Ahhh and now I know the outcome of The Amazing Arden’s greatest feat, though I dare not share! Touted by critics as a novel for fans of Water For Elephants and Night Circus, I must admit to being like many of Arden’s audience members, skeptical. However, Greer Macallister delivers a story that is as mystifying and magical as declared. The tale twists the reader in the words of a master magician, and how much of her story will you believe? I urge you in a “come one, come all” manner to choose this novel as your next read and “enjoy the show!”
Greer weaves fact and fiction so seamlessly! One of the greatest honors I’ve had as a book blogger is being a part of such an amazing community with She Reads! This Winter, four great books have been selected, with The Magician’s Lie as one of them.