I have not read Matthew Reilly's books before. I picked this one up because it looked different to his usual techno-thrillers, and because I'm partial to historical fiction anyway.
This is a good airport novel. I think, however, that Reilly might have been aiming for loftier heights, and didn't quite make it.
On its surface, the novel is a pretty standard whodunit. Set against the backdrop of an international chess tournament in Constantinople, esteemed teacher and investigator, Englishman Roger Ascham, is tasked by Ottoman Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent with solving a murder. Ascham's pupil, Princess Elizabeth, future Queen of England, tags along and learns a few life lessons along the way.
Making Elizabeth the narrator of the story allows Reilly to delve into the sexual politics of sixteenth century Europe, and how they shaped the formidable woman that Elizabeth would become. It's a very interesting subject, but Reilly's conceit in making the experience recounted in this novel a defining moment in Elizabeth's life doesn't quite work in its execution.
Reilly's problem is not the violence but the sex. There is relatively little violence in the book. The murders, grisly as they are, mostly take place out of view. There are a few tense moments, but nothing surprising comes out of these. That's fine, because the focus is on solving the mystery. Also, Reilly clearly wanted a change from his usual subject matter, and one can't expect too many Black Hawk helicopters and RPGs in sixteenth century Constantinople.
The sex, on the other hand, is gratuitous. Every other chapter features an orgy of some sort. Some might find it titillating, but the sheer frequency of rather graphic descriptions of various sexual acts desensitized me to them. This is unhelpful to the story, as Reilly's intention is to shock. As repetitive as the sex scenes become, they are written in such a way as to scandalize the reader, never for any other purpose.
This problem is crystallized in the character of Elsie. Reilly has written Elsie so that it is impossible to view her any other way than as a teenage slut. Every night, she indulges herself at debauched parties, only to scurry back in the morning to regale the younger Elizabeth with her lascivious adventures. Such naively promiscuous people do exist, but Elsie is so loose and so foolish that she is nothing more than a dumb blonde caricature. She learns nothing, except at the end, in the most terrible way. Her sole purpose is to serve as an example to Elizabeth of how not to become Queen.
This, ultimately, is what made this unbelievable as a formative experience for Elizabeth. The novel is set in 1546, with Elizabeth aged 13. She may not have been especially worldly yet, but she would have known that her father, Henry VIII, had had her mother, Anne Boleyn, beheaded. In 1542, Henry had beheaded his fifth wife, Catherine Howard. He divorced his first and fourth wives, and his third wife died in childbirth. These were only the women he married, not to mention the countless women he bedded not so secretly, and the many rumored illegitimate children he fathered. If Elizabeth had needed an education in the cruelty of men, both toward women and in general, she needed look only to her own father's example. She would not have needed (nor would she have been permitted) to travel to a foreign land, particularly one with which most of Europe had recently been at war, to visit brothels and hear "I never believed this would happen to me" stories from her bimbo BFF.
That said, this is not a dull book. Character development aside, Reilly does provide a believable description of this world and its politics. An improbable number of historical figures apart from Elizabeth appear in this book, but a young Ivan the Terrible is fun, and Ascham has an interesting conversation about the hypocrisy of the Catholic Church with none other than Michelangelo and Ignatius Loyola. The inclusion of a stock Middle Eastern pimp character is regrettable, but otherwise Reilly writes about Islam more progressively than one might expect for a book of this genre. Constantinople is presented as a glittering metropolis in comparison to London's dank alleyways. Suleiman laments at the schism between the Sunni and Shia, and fears that the Islamic world would stagnate and be overtaken by the West. Now there's some historical meat to sink one's teeth into.
Still, it's a murder mystery, and you don't have to think about all the other stuff if you don't want to. If you can get past the sex (or if you happen to enjoy it), there's plenty of plot twists and skullduggery to keep you entertained for a long flight or a few idle nights in.