“Life is imperfect, and we need not accept this.”
British author J.B. Lucas makes his literary debut with this impressive political thriller – LORETICUS – a book that promises to be a trilogy set in ancient Rome, though not dissimilar from current diplomacy! Lucas has lived and studied in eight different countries. He is passionate about high politics, studied the inner workings of the European Union poised to eventually work in the arena of international border disputes. His now is writing about the tectonic movements of states. Lucas lives in West London and writes using the inspiration of the India–Pakistan split, the founding of Israel, the identity crisis of Brexit and the maelstrom within the EU.
Read the opening pages of this luminous novel bring to our attention that not only is Lucas a fine historian and knowledgeable in his fields of study: he also is a poetic writer. A brief example of his style follows: ‘The priest stood alone in the chapel, calling prayers to a congregation that had fled and would never come home. He snapped wrists as he chimed the hand bells in an ancient rhythm, shooting their peals through sunlit dust in to the deep, cool corners. Round notes bounced out of the temple’s open doors, hitting the wood and brick of the cooling buildings in the dusk. They continued, muffled now, down the broken- toothed path of the alleyway, which stood as a dark frame to the glowing palace, basking with its height and age in the last half hour of the sun. Tonight, a dozen killers listened for the bells and quietly moved into place. The priest with his ageless call to prayer was unwittingly signaling a massacre to begin. Thus most normal evenings settled across the capital, and shutters clacked shut as cool breezes came to disturb sleeping children. Old soldiers, now lamp lighters, limped down dry streets, leaning on sun-hot bricks to ignite the braziers on corners. Visitors would comment that the lights seemed premature, extravagant in the still golden light. But the locals knew how quickly the sun fell behind the mountains and how hurriedly the shadows and cold flooded in like a breaking wave. The district around the Red Palace was a marketplace, crammed with ancient family stalls. At this time of evening they were all noiseless, the fruit stamped into the ground for flies and mice to feast on, the blood from the butchers driving up a briny smell, which hung in the nostrils. Behind the painted towers and the high, crenellated corners of the palace loomed those black-purple clouds on the mountains. On a particularly haunted night you might see a flick and a flash
of lightning, but the sound and the moisture never made its way to the capital. This was a dry land, a dusty land, and its people were not meant for the damnation smudged into those peaks. Of the many active soldiers who roamed the quiet streets of the wealth-crusted city, none were more imposing than the royal guard.’
Prepped for a literary experience the story is well outlined in the brief synopsis
- ‘One man’s secret is another man’s weapon; and Loreticus, spymaster to an emperor, considers himself well armed. Secrets are Loreticus’ business; spies and sources his colleagues. But when the new emperor goes missing, he suddenly finds himself isolated and uncertain who to trust. His search for the young emperor reveals an underworld of coups, assassinations, ambition and infidelity that make him doubt how much he ever really knew about the power behind the throne. As he struggles to deliver the young emperor safely and reunite the country, he finds himself torn between his old-fashioned principles and a new political reality.’
Of note, Lucas states in an author’s note at book’s end, ‘The setting was originally an exploration of the India– Pakistan separation. I read about how the difference in beliefs and cultures drove the segregation of the countries, but of course the functions of the original state didn’t split as evenly. The army was very much Pakistani in its roots, and so when the smaller country formed it found itself with a large military machine to support. This has caused troubles since; every government needs to win the support of the generals before they win control of the country.’
Eloquently written, this is a novel that succeeds on every level – literary, artistically, and in the realm of fine thrillers.