A novel by M.J. Carter
London, England, in the year 1842, is a great simmering beast of a city. Riches pour in from the four corners of the world; children are worked like draft animals to serve the fortunate few. The Capitol of the British Empire, on which the Sun, famously, never sets is a place where grandeur and squalor exist in equal measure. Into that teeming mass of wealth and ebullience, abject poverty and misery, Captain William Avery has come from his pastoral home in Devon. His reason? To try to convince his friend, Jeremiah Blake, to bend the knee to Collinson, his patron and employer, and by so doing be released from Marshalsea Debtor’s Prison. All his arguments are in vain, as Blake refuses to work for a man who unjustly had him imprisoned, stating that, “He (Collinson) trades my labor for favors from men I despise. I will not work at his whim.“ Dejected, but resigned to Blake’s outrage, Avery resolves to begin his journey home in the morning.
Here Fate takes a hand, and, overnight, the Captain finds himself investigating a suspicious death at the famous, and lavish, Reform Club. Soon one death becomes three, and there are suspects everywhere. Then Blake disappears and the powers that be won‘t put off the upcoming banquet. And a frustrated Avery is no closer to finding who is poisoning the club’s patrons or determining the reason for the murders.
“The Devil’s Feast” is filled with historical details that bring Queen Victoria’s London to life. Some are surprising in their modernity and not a few of them, like the description of the stockyards, or the treatment of child laborers, are very cringe worthy. The characters shine, the dialogue is believable, and the descriptions are vivid. As an avid reader of Historical Fiction, I can say that the research and blending of factual with fictional are on par with the best I have read. As far as writing goes, the book is excellent. However, as a story this novel has problems. As a reader I always want the central character of a story to be forceful, bold and heroic. Unfortunately, Captain Avery was more wobbly than anything else; too often going to and fro with little to show for it. Overall, I thought the book too long by a good bit and the pace too slow. Only after Blake joins the chase, and begins to pull rabbits out of his hat does the plot move with purpose.
Consider if you will the notes delivered to the Chef, Alexis Soyer, early on: Notes written by an educated person who is fluent in English. Why weren’t the ignorant eliminated as suspects? That certainly would have taken out of consideration the tradesmen, most of the staff and those cooks who did not speak the language.
Please, explain why are there events that seem to be tossed into the book just to flavor the pot? For instance, why have Avery arrested? Wasn’t he frustrated enough? Why have his wife show up in London as the story was coming to an end? Why have Collinson come to order Blake to save the day without also lifting the charge of indebtedness?
While I admire Ms. Carter’s writing style and ability, absent some serious editing, I cannot recommend this novel to anyone, save her most devoted fans.
Many thanks to Penguin Random House's First To Read program for providing me with an advance galley in return for this review.