So Much Blood by Simon Brett Read Free Book Online

don’t like all that emotive bit—this is what the bloke was really like . It seems to remove the subject from reality rather than making him more real. Like historical novels about Famous People. I’m just an interpreter of Hood’s work; I don’t pretend to be him. Let the poems and lyrics speak for themselves. Certainly in the case of the poems, it would falsify them to read them in character. They were written as public entertainments to be recited and that’s how I treat them.’
    â€˜So it’s more a sort of recital than an acting thing?’
    â€˜I suppose so. It’s mid-way between. And it has the great advantage that I don’t have to learn it all and can actually refer to the book when I want to.’
    â€˜Handy. So you just wear ordinary clothes for it?’
    â€˜A suit, maybe. I’d look daft dressed as Thomas Hood anyway. I haven’t the figure of a stunted Victorian consumptive.’
    â€˜He was another one, was he?’
    â€˜Yes. Hence the So Much Blood of the title. Actually there is some question as to whether it was consumption—T.B. or not T.B. It may have been rheumatic heart disease. But he spat blood, that’s the main thing. It was very difficult to be a literary figure in Victorian times without spitting blood. Healthy writers started at an enormous disadvantage.’
    Anna laughed. ‘If he was ill, I think you’re showing great restraint in not acting it out. Most actors leap at the chance of doing hacking coughs and their dramatic dying bit.’
    â€˜So do I. But unfortunately it wouldn’t be right for this show. Oh, I’ve died with the best of them. You should have heard my death rattle as Richard II after Sir Pierce of Exton stabbed me.’
    There was a moment’s pause. They were both thinking the same, both seeing Willy Mariello lying on the stage at the Masonic Hall. Anna went pale.
    â€˜Sorry. Shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking.’
    â€˜It’s all right. It’s just . . . so recent.’
    â€˜Yes.’ Charles hesitated. He had decided to investigate Willy’s death, but dinner with Anna was not intended to be part of that investigation; her attraction for him was not primarily as a source of information. On the other hand, here was someone who knew all the people involved, and the conversation had come round to the subject. The detective instinct overcame his baser ones. ‘Did you know Willy well?’
    â€˜No, I wouldn’t say well. I knew him.’
    â€˜I was amazed to discover that he wasn’t at the University. How on earth did he get involved with your lot?’
    â€˜Oh, he . . . You know he used to play with a band?’
    â€˜Yes. Puce.’
    â€˜That’s right. They came and did a gig at our Student’s Union. I think Willy stayed around a bit. It was just round the period the band broke up. He must have met the drama lot then.’
    â€˜And somebody asked him to do this show?’
    â€˜I suppose so, yes. Because he lived in Edinburgh and was kind of at a loose end. He wrote all the music, you see. I think he wanted to do something different, after the band.’
    â€˜ Mary, Queen of Sots sounds pretty different. You don’t know if he made any particular friends at Derby?’
    â€˜No.’ She seemed to remember something. ‘Oh, yes. Sam. Sam Wasserman. He’s the guy who wrote Mary . I think Willy was friendly with him. Probably it was Sam who asked him to do the music.’
    â€˜I don’t think I’ve met Sam.’
    â€˜No. He’s not up here. On holiday in Europe somewhere. He’s American so it has to be Europe rather than any specific country. They seem to think Europe is just one country.’
    â€˜So Sam’s not likely to be up here at all?’
    â€˜I think he’s coming up for the opening of Mary .’
    â€˜When’s that?’
    â€˜Third week. Opens on the