The Ghost And The Machine by Benny LawrenceThe Ghost and the Machine by Benny Lawrence is the second book by Benny Lawrence that I have read. After Shell Game I expected a similar story in terms of pacing, romance and quirky characters however this book is its own creature and nothing like Shell Game.

The story is set in 1838 when Europe is obsessed with mechanical contraptions. A chess playing machine names the Rajah moves around Europe playing chess matches against people.

The main character is a girl named Kit. She works for Rush, a woman who owns the chess playing machine.

Benny Lawrence has created a layered novel about captivity and how humans will adapt to almost anything. It is a captivating (pun intended) and very original story.

On a side note: the idea of the chess playing machine so intrigued me that I looked it up and it was a real thing. But don’t check Wikipedia before you have read the book or else it may spoil the surprise.

The Characters

The main characters are well written, very individual and easy to tell apart. What Lawrence does well is create memorable, interesting characters to match the unique stories that she tells.

The Writing Style

Well paced, left me turning the virtual pages (of my kindle) well into the night. A fascinating idea and a well executed story.

She made me feel many many things on this journey into a young woman’s life.

The Pros

Good read. Unique. Well written.

The Cons

Not quite enough romance if you are looking for a romance novel. It gives a hint of romance but right at the end of the novel.

Sheena's favourite novels - reviewed on TheLesbianReview.comThe Conclusion

Really worth it. It is on my list of favourites. This novel is dark and moody. Each page you turn is like unwrapping another piece of the mystery.

Excerpt from The Ghost And The Machine by Benny Lawrence

(Please note: I edited this down a little)

People sometimes ask me what it’s like to travel inside a box.

I don’t like to answer with sweeping statements, because I think it depends on the box. Mine was quite nice, as boxes go.

Don’t ask me about measurements. I didn’t have a ruler up my sleeve. But it was long enough for me to lie at full length and high enough to let me turn over. It was lined with red cloth, like a jewellery case, and there were slits carved in the lid for air holes. On cold days, I was allowed to have a blanket in there.

The box was strapped to the back of the coach, and that was how we travelled. I was packed away with the rest of the luggage, hidden from any curious eyes. Von Hausen was in the coachman’s seat, her face a thundercloud as she whipped along the four black horses. (We went through a lot of black horses over the years, and they never did have names.)

The inside of the coach was reserved for the brains of our little operation, our guiding light and lord protector. That was Diana Rushmore – Rush, we called her. In wintertime, she spent each journey wrapped in furs, with her feet propped up on hot bricks, nursing a flask of the best brandy. In summer, it was lemonade laced with gin.

I didn’t spend all my time in a box. I wouldn’t want to give you that impression. When we were into a long leg of a journey-say, if we were driving overland from Brussels to Cologne –we’d rearrange things once we were on a deserted stretch of road, out of sight of any town. The coach would rumble to a halt. Then the carriage-frame would shudder, which meant Von Hausen was swinging down from her seat. I’d hear her heavy tramp as she stomped around the carriage to the luggage rack, around the side of the coach, and in through the open door.

When I slid onto the bench next to Rush, her hand would come over to rest heavily on my knee. At intervals, while the carriage rattled along, she would give me a please, possessive little squeeze.

There were thick wooden shutters nailed across the windows of the coach. Rush kept it dark in there, dark as the bottom of a boot, and that was for my sake.

All of those elaborate precautions were for my sake – the shutters, the box, the cloak. That was the manner of things that I was: a creature designed to live in dark and secret spaces.

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Book Details

ISBN: 9781934452899

Publisher: Bedazzled Ink Publishing Company

The Benny Lawrence website

 

The Ghost and the Machine Book Cover The Ghost and the Machine
Benny Lawrence
Fiction
Bink Books
2012-12
230

It's 1838, Europe is obsessed with mechanical contraptions, and a chess-playing machine known as the Rajah is the height of entertainment. Kit has toured with the Rajah since the age of ten and knows the secret behind the machine all too well . . . just as she knows that people would rather be fooled than have their illusions stripped away. An eccentric Countess summons the Rajah to her manor house in Vienna for a private engagement. There, Kit meets the inquisitive Eleanor, who tests Kit's ability to tell the difference between truth and illusion . . . Or is it all just another game of chess?