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622 pages, Hardcover
First published January 21, 2021

There are many things I detest in the is world, and not many things I love. But I think it is clear that the thing I detest the most of all is that Bottomless Hole that gapes not fifty paces from my Counting Table: The Cathedral.
The real war isn't the Staufen against the Pope. It is We against Them. Them with their Guilds and their fat Purses, buying up noble land. Upstarts. Mark my words, if we don't cut off they head, they will eat us alive.
I am sorry for many things. I am sorry I have not tasted mulled wine and meat. I am sorry I have not tasted the spiced Christmas candied fruit that they make into round cakes in the winter markets. I am sorry I did not take the invitation from the girls at Speyer when they asked me to come out and play. I am sorry I have not tasted love. It was offered me by gentle Master Achim but I could not take it. Achim, I did love you, forgive me. I thank you for my only taste of honey cake.Hopkins, who is a screenwriter and who has, as far as I know, only written this single novel, makes his people very real to us. And there is a very large cast; I probably would have enjoyed this more with fewer generations, narrower reach and more detail. Hopkins’ goal of helping us truly understand the conflicts in a feudal system, in which life is hellish for people at the top of the system and even worse for those at the bottom, was fully achieved. The bishops, knights and wealthy merchants who control so many people’s fates are no less tormented than the servants and stonecutters; they live in greater comfort, but that’s about all. Wealth does not buy security, nor medical care, nor love (though it does afford sex for those who can manage it.)
His grace bishop Bertold is still dying. But his body, bruised and bloated, seems in no hast to give up the ghost and so the question of his succession, which a few years past seemed to be a smooth transition neither to me or the arch deacon, gradually becomes a tiresome political struggle. Factions emerge, make their requests, join with other factions, silent pacts are made between individuals and parties, plots are whispered in the chapter house corridors and the two candidates are forced to woo the support of men like the count Von Schwanenstein who, by quirk of tradition, is indeed canon of the cathedral despite living a life of sin and disillusion.The quote showcases his ability to intertwine multiple elements within a single paragraph, from the physical state of Bishop Bertold's body to the evolving political landscape surrounding his succession. Hopkins carefully constructs his sentences, layering information and insight seamlessly, drawing the reader into a world where every element contributes to the larger tapestry of the story.
