While Death of the Fox has the air of a great pageant, A Dead Man in Deptford plunges you into a world where the language is studded with cant and cod-Latin, a rich, irreverent, bawdy, brilliant stew of a novel. If you don’t know what to expect then don’t be discouraged. Both books are written in a dense, elaborate, semi-archaic style and both create a vivid impression of late Elizabethan England, although these impressions couldn’t be more different from each other. Although Christopher Marlowe is the protagonist here, and events take place some thirty years earlier than Garrett’s story, A Dead Man in Deptford also features Raleigh as a prominent character (though morally more ambivalent).
Serendipity was in action when I decided to move onto this after Death of the Fox.
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