The third and final book for my reading holiday, Shadowplay fictionalises the life of Bram Stoker, rather than adding to the story of his most famous character. Joseph O’Connor’s prose is probably my favourite of the three, though Shadowplay is arguably the least Gothic of the three novels. It does share some similarities with Dracula and The Deathless Girls; they’re all sad stories, and by being the most realistic, Shadowplay is in some ways the saddest.
But I do sort of feel London is where a playhouse belongs, dashed if I know why. Something to do with the weather.
Shadowplay, Joseph O’Connor
And Shakespeare. When one knows he might have walked the selfsame street, it rather puts a fizz in one’s blood. You see the Thames, and you feel, golly, the Globe was just younger. He might have got the idea for MacBeth on Southwark Row or The Embankment. Pepys. Kit Marlow. Those ghosts are all about.
Jospeh O’Connor conveys a strong sense of how it felt to live in London in the late 1870s to early 1900s. As a character, Bram only infrequently visits parts of the city other than his home and the Lyceum theatre, but his night-time wanderings through the streets philosophising about Jack the Ripper do ground the narrative in a particular place and time. That said, Joseph O’Connor’s London may not be entirely true to life: despite the looming menace of Oscar Wilde’s trial and imprisonment, the LGBTQ characters’ lives seem substantially carefree.
Despite their interpersonal tensions, Joseph O’Connor’s characters are all sympathetic. Their relationships to one another are complicated, troubled by disagreements and competing priorities in the same way that real relationships are. The reader can side with Bram one moment and be frustrated at his dismissive attitude towards his wife the next. Just as there are no entirely unpleasant characters, there are no paragons of virtue either.
And as with real people, it’s hard to say that Shadowplay has any singular plot direction. The reader navigates through Bram Stoker’s life as Bram navigates through his relationships — both interpersonal and creative. The ending is bittersweet, and the final passages reminded me strongly (and positively) of How to Be a Heroine.
According to Shadowplay, Bram Stoker never lived to see Dracula’s success, let alone to know that over 125 years later, people would travel to Whitby specifically to discuss his writing. It’s a thought which is definitely going to make October’s reading holiday an interesting one.