by Rupert Thomson


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A sorcerer in wax. A fugitive. Haunted by a past he cannot escape. Threatened by a future he cannot imagine.
Zummo, a Sicilian sculptor, is summoned by Cosimo III to join the Medici court. Late seventeenth-century Florence is a hotbed of repression and hypocrisy. All forms of pleasure are brutally punished, and the Grand Duke himself, a man for whom marriage has been an exquisite torture, hides his pain beneath a show of excessive piety.
The Grand Duke asks Zummo to produce a life-size woman out of wax, an antidote to the French wife who made him suffer so. As Zummo wrestles with this unique commission, he falls under the spell of a woman whose elusiveness mirrors his own, but whose secrets are far more explosive. Lurking in the wings is the poisonous Dominican priest, Stufa, who has it within his power to destroy Zummo’s livelihood, if not his life.
In this highly charged novel, Thomson brings Florence to life in all its vibrant sensuality, while remaining entirely contemporary in his exploration of the tensions between love and solitude, beauty and decay. When reality becomes threatening, not to say unfathomable, survival strategies are tested to the limit. Redemption is a possibility, but only if the agonies of death and separation can be transcended.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781590516850
Publisher: Other Press, LLC
Publication date: 04/22/2014
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 400
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Rupert Thomson is the author of nine critically acclaimed novels, including The Insult, which was short-listed for the Guardian Fiction Prize and chosen by David Bowie as one of his Top 100 Must-Read books of all time, and Death of a Murderer, which was short-listed for the Costa Prize. His memoir, This Party’s Got to Stop, won the Writers’ Guild Non-Fiction Book of the Year. He lives in London.

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I had left my hometown of Siracusa in 1675, the rumors snapping at my heels like a pack of dogs. I was only nineteen, but I knew there would be no turning back. I passed through Catania and on along the coast, Etna looming in the western sky, Etna with its fertile slopes, its luscious fruits and flowers, its promise of destruction. From Messina I sailed westward. It was late July, and the night was stifling. A dull red moon, clouds edged in rust and copper. Though the air was motion-less, the sea heaved and strained, as if struggling to free itself, and there were moments when I thought the boat was going down. That would have been the death of me, and there were those who would have rejoiced to hear the news.
I was in Palermo for a year or two, then I boarded a ship again and traveled northeast, to Naples. I hadn’t done what they said I’d done, but there’s a kind of truth in a well-told lie, and that truth can cling to you like the taste of raw garlic or the smell of smoke. People are always ready to believe the worst. Sometimes, in the viscous, fumbling hours before dawn, as I was forced once again to leave my lodgings for fear of being discovered or denounced, such a bitterness would seize me that if I happened to pass a mirror I would scarcely recognize myself. Other times I would laugh in the face of what pursued me. Let them twist the facts. Assassinate my character. Let them rake their muck. I would carve a path for myself, something elaborate and glorious, beyond their wildest imaginings. I would count on no one. Have no one count on me. I was in many places, but I had my work and I believed that it would save me. All the same, I lived close to the surface of my skin, as men do in a war, and I carried a knife on me at all times, even though, in most towns, it was forbidden, and every now and then I would go back over the past, touching cautious fingers to the damage. It was in this frame of mind, always watchful, often sleepless, that I made my way, finally, to Florence.

Reading Group Guide

1. Do you regard Secrecy as a work of historical fiction, literary fiction, suspense, or a mixture of all three? Have you read anything similar to this before?

2. What is unusual about Florence in the late 17th century and why does Thomson choose to set the novel in this time period?  What do you think about Thomson’s portrait of post-Renaissance Italy? 

3. What is it about Zummo's work that divides people? How do you feel about Zummo’s morbid fascination with death and disease? What could be the source of this fascination?

4. What is Zummo's attitude towards love? Do you think Faustina changes Zummo, or do you feel that he has always been capable of loving someone in such a way? What do you think draws them so close to one another?

5. What might Thomson be trying to say about evil and taking people at face value? Can Zummo be described as evil in any way? What can be said about the relationship between Stufa and Zummo?

6. Is there something that Earhole, Fiore, Faustina, Mimmo, and Zummo have in common?  Is Thomson looking to give a voice to the marginalized? 

7. Why does Thomson mingle real historical figures with fictional characters? Can you distinguish between them?

8. What do the Grand Duke’s confidants have against Zummo? Why are they so distrustful of him?

9. As Marguerite explains towards the end, “Secrecy had many faces. If it was imposed on you, against your will, it could be a scourge—the bane of your existence. On the other hand, you might well seek it out. Nurture it. Rely on it. You mind life impossible without it. But there was a third kind of secrecy, which you carried unknowingly, like a disease or like the hour of your death. Things could be kept from you, maybe forever.” How does this relate to the structure of the novel? 

10. Why does Thomson give Marguerite d'Orleans a voice in the novel? 

11. Why does Zummo make the decision he does at the end of the novel? Do you think the reasons he gives Marguerite d’Orelans for his decision are convincing?

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Secrecy 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
archetype67 More than 1 year ago
(3.5 stars) Set during the days of Cosimo III, Secrecy is a fictional account of the Sicilian wax sculptor Gaetano Zummo. Zummo left Sicily at 20 under suspicious circumstances and has always felt he was on the run, always looking over his shoulder. He ends up in Florence and gains the Patronage of the Grand Duke, Cosimo who wants him to sculpt him a woman of wax.  Thomson does an excellent job a detailing and describing 17th Century Florence - where hypocrites of the state and church cruelly punish anyone guilty of just about all pleasure. The Duke confesses to Zummo all about his tortured marriage, while those around the Duke find reasons to question Zummo's life. I loved the description of Florence and having visited there a few years ago, I could not only picture the sites such as the Uffizi, Bargello, and Sante Croce as they are now, but also as they were in the 1600's. Not only was Florence well drawn, but all of the characters were wonderfully described. The process of how wax was sculpted was also detailed - anyone who enjoys art will find it fascinating. The novel's opening was a bit slow and the framing story was difficult to connect until the very end, but once it was moving it held my interest. There was some intrigue and there were great connections between different aspects of the story that pulled it all together in the end. Beyond the plot, the story explored the idea of art and sensuality, art as representative of something larger in life, and of hypocrisy.  The frame story, distracting at the beginning, eventually makes sense and surprisingly, led me to sympathize with a character that through one character was painted as whole unsympathetic. Overall, I enjoyed the book, and while it's true strength is in the vivid descriptions and details, had a good plot and well done characters and delved beyond plot to explore larger issues. The slow beginning, and some areas that fell flat kept it from being a solid four, but it was worth the read.