Newest edition published: September 23, 2014
Fiction / Novels / Historical Fiction
Paperback: 9780864928801 $22.95
Hardcover: 9780864926470 $32.95
Shortlisted, Sunburst Award for Excellence in Canadian Literature of the Fantastic
Longlisted, IMPAC Dublin Literary Award
From the acclaimed author of Daniel O'Thunder comes a rollicking, bawdy, and haunting novel about love and redemption, death and resurrection.
After a grave robbing goes terribly awry and a prostitute is accused of murder, Will becomes convinced of an unholy conspiracy that traces its way back to Dionysus Atherton, the brightest of London's rising surgical stars. Wild rumours begin to spread of experiments upon the living and of uncanny sightings in London's dark streets.
Will's obsessive search for the truth twists through alleyways, brothels, and charnel houses, towards a shattering discovery — about Dionysus Atherton and about Will, himself.
Steeped in scientific lore, laced with dark humour, Will Starling is historical fiction like none other.
Ian Weir is a playwright, screenwriter, and novelist. His debut novel, Daniel O'Thunder, was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers' Prize for Best First Book, as well as the Canadian Authors Association Award for fiction, the Ethel Wilson Fiction Prize, and the amazon.ca First Novel Award.
His extensive television credits include creator and executive producer of the CBC adventure/drama series Arctic Air and writer and executive producer of the critically acclaimed crime thriller Dragon Boys. His stage plays have been produced across Canada and in the U.S. and England, and his awards include two Geminis, four Leos, a Jessie, and a Writers Guild of Canada Screenwriting Award.
Ian Weir lives in Langley, BC, with his wife and daughter.
Longlisted: IMPAC Dublin International Literary Award
"A rollicking good yarn with many twists and turns, Will Starling is a kaleidoscope of beautiful ghastliness. It's a lot of fun and a tale well told." — Vancouver Sun
"Ian Weir crafts a wonderfully, thrillingly fun — if truly smelly and gross — romp. The cadaver trade, slit throats, stabbings, cudgelings, bodies dangling from nooses, a villainous, hubristic surgeon named Dionysus Atherton, Resurrection Men, Doomsday Men, and the Boggle-Eyed Man, unholy scientific exploration, a could-be zombie, a deranged housekeeper hooked on laudanum, and a clockwork of machinations fill Will's clever and masterfully told 'lurid tale.'" — Winnipeg Review
"We're in 1816 Regency London, and young Will, back from the Napoleonic war on the continent, is engaged in setting up a clinic in London's dodgy Cripplegate. Weir has written a note-perfect historical novel of body snatching, murder and evil fun." — Toronto Star
"Will Starling is a sly, spirited hero who leaps off the page to take you on a riveting journey through London's glorious hair-raising underbelly — surgeons' salons, gin shops, and the puzzle of Death itself — and straight into the nature of storytelling. Weir's prose is both raw and lyrical; his evocation of Regency London, magnificent. Will Starling is a must read." — Stacy Carlson
"A magnificent new novel…a sumptuous Frankensteinian potboiler of knockabout slang, scientific lore, rollicking personalities and atmosphere thick as fog… While its themes of death, scientific perversion, classism and poverty may be dark as pitch, Weir's style and wit ensures the novel remains a boisterous, subversive romp." — Publishers Weekly
"An extraordinary rendition of life in Regency-era London… Weir has written a mystery worthy of every word while adding historical tidbits… Characters rollick and scheme through a plot as snaky as a London alley in a setting as powerful as a chamber pot tossed from a garret window… What Dickens might have written had he set loose Stevenson's Dr. Jekyll to explore the doomsday trade." — Kirkus Reviews
"[Weir]’s taken the kind of nascently-pre-Victorian narrative that might have been written by Fielding or Richardson or their slightly later compatriots (the book takes place in 1816), with that mode’s picaresque, loquacious, directly-address-the audience-baggy-pants-style, and created a new instance of such. No nudge-nudge or smarmy aren’t-we-superior attitude. Just a rollicking good tale in the manner of his literary ancestors… Weir has assembled a vast assortment of unforgettable characters here, granting each one full individuality and agency… [T]he city of London comes alive with brawling, loving, laughing and weeping humanity." — Locus Online