Lyndsay Faye: The Gods of Gotham
Lyndsay Faye is one of the more original, beautiful, bold and interesting new voices in mystery fiction. Her novels are set in 1840s New York City when the police department was just being formed – and she’s being compared, inevitably, to Caleb Carr. I think a more apt comparison would be to the historical novels of Hilary Mantel, who, like Faye, employs beautiful prose, tells a cracking good story, and drenches the reader in atmosphere and character development.
Her hero, Timothy Wilde, is a reluctant member of the brand new police force, who were given Copper Stars to wear (hence the term “Copper”). As the book opens, Tim is a bartender, with savings, an apartment, and an eye on one Mercy Underhill. In a second, his fortunes change, as his workplace and his apartment – complete with his savings, all in silver coin – are wiped out, and Tim wakes up in his brother Val’s apartment to also discover that a large part of his face has been burned. He feels he has nothing now to offer Mercy and keeps away from her in shame.