Jennifer Lee Carrell: "Interred with Their Bones"

The title of the original American edition is taken from the play Julius Caesar: The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones. In Britain, however, it was changed to a less demanding and maybe more catchy The Shakespeare Secret. The Polish translation of Lee Carrell's thriller, which one Amazon.com reviewer called much ado about nothing, links the novel titled as Szyfr Szekspira ("The Shakespere Code") with Dan Brown's immensely popular The Da Vinci Code or, for some, with Matthew Pearl's The Dante Club (Klub Dantego). This is why I bought the book. And for Shakespeare. 

True, the novel may not be such a page-turner as those by Brown or Pearl, it does not lead to a decisive solution or a new discovery, either. Also, the choice of the narrative voice (first person) somehow fails to enhance suspense, though I can't tell why. The reviewer on "You're History" webpage says: this is a didactic book, in which the action is frequently brought to a standstill by the need to explain history, event, dates, and theories and is of the opinion that this might have been a stronger work if the subplot, with its focus on the perennial debate over the Bard's true identity, had been left for another novel. Well, that is precisely what I loved about the book, but - if I remember correctly the idiom by now most probably obsolete -  one man's meal is another man's poison.   

 

And so, the apparent weaknesses can easily be turned into the novel's strengths: first-person narration has an advantage over a usually more authoritarian third-person narrator in that the story sounds personal; moreover, the point of view being subjective, no definite opinion is imposed on the reader. Just the opposite: because no final solution is offered at the end (except for the usual who is who in detective fiction), the novel is a good point to start research on your own (a teacher should say that the text is a "springboard for follow-up activities";). 

Of course I had had a vague memory of the debate on the true identity of Shakespeare prior to the reading of this novel (Marlowe and Bacon), however, I had never made up my mind on the issue. A few years ago, when I was required to study Francis Bacon's philosophy, I was struck by the convergence of his ideas proposed in The New Atlantis and those proposed in Shakespeare's plays - then I meant The Tempest. But still, no definite decision was made. The novel, leaving the issue of the authorship of Shakespeare's works open, inspired me to look for information and to settle the issue for myself. Here's briefly what I gained after the reading was completed: 

First, I learned that the originator of the Shakespeare-Bacon theory was an American scholar Delia Bacon, who lived in the first half of 19th century. She gained support for her research from Emerson, financially she was once aided by Hawthorne. She ended up insane, unfortunately.

Second, I read Mark Twain's wonderful essay "Is Shakespeare Dead?", which otherwise I would have never come across. His common-sense argumentation convinced me that the Shakespeare of Stratford-upon-Avon could not have written the Shakespeare works. Iconoclastic? Hardly so. 

Last but not least, from what I have read in Delia Bacon, Mark Twain, Thomas Looney and in other sources available on the Internet, I gather: I am a Baconian (like the aforementioned and Nietzsche... la,la,la;). I don't mind the company.  Well, one issue settled for me.

P.S.  I will surely read Lee Carrell's The Speckled Monster. And I will do my best to include Cedar City in my August itinerary...