May We Feed The King by Rebecca Perry

This is a debut novel that was short listed for the 2026 Booker Prize, which is a feat in itself, but it is also my second choice for the award (which means it absolutely will not win, nor is it favored for that, and of course the favorite is my absolute least favorite of the 13 long listed books, so take all of this with the back story that I am absolutely never right about this prize). In a medieval palace of an unnamed king an unnamed curator of unspecified gender is employed by the palace to dress some of its rooms for public viewing in the wake of an undescribed personal tragedy. This is the back story of someone who does hisotrically accurate renditions with a lot of fake food and manufactured replicas so we the viewer can get a sense of what it was like back in the day. Soon after being hired for this task, the Curator meets the Archivist, keeper of the medieval palace’s historical records, and in those records finds mention of the brief reign of a king whose life the Curator will draw on to create their historical scenes. Although the King began as third in line, and temperamentally unsuited to rule, it seems that this king assumed the throne reluctantly after the death of both his brothers, then refused to govern. At this point, the narrative slips into the world of the King, his Queen, his hated Chief Adviser, a loyal young Attendant and the wider world of the court, swallowing up the Curator and holding them there, dazzled by the richness of its details and, like the King, quite unable to find our way out. It is inventive, creative, imaginative and tells a sweeping story in a relatively short narrative.