Saturday, September 02, 2006
86. "The Lambs of London" ~ Peter Ackroyd
Charles and Mary Lamb are buoyant siblings who engage in conversations about their favorite bard: Shakespeare.
Enter William Ireland, a young son of a bookstore owner, who finds (via a mysterious benefactor) items belonging to Mr. W.S. First, a signature, then a stamp... then a full-length play?
Mary adores Shakespeare. Mary adores William. Charles adores Mary in a strange love-hate way. William wants the adoration of his father. It is a Freudian nightmare.
Truth versus art. When did it become an opposition? Isn't all art truth unveiled?
Ackroyd has an annoying habit of breaking the action for a flashback, easy to overlook except when the flashback has nothing to do with the story and seems to be injected into the book only for shock value and to tie in with the title -- all of us are lambs, in a sense, steadily led by popular opinion or fate.
2.25 out of 5.0 Overcast Fridays.
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