Very enjoyable post from The Hazel Tree about Loch Leven Castle, where Mary Queen of Scots was imprisoned after her abdication. She escaped – in one of her more daring feats – and roused her supporters. You can’t rewrite history, but you have to wonder what would have happened had she not crossed the Solway into England.
It was May Day, 1568, and most of the guests at Loch Leven Castle had had far too much to drink. The young Willie Douglas, disguised as the Abbot of Unreason, had made sure of that. In fact, he had a deep and very dangerous reason for doing so, one which would land him in serious trouble if he were found out.
The Queen, although appearing to enjoy the evening’s celebrations, was on tenterhooks, aware that her chance to escape was tantalisingly close. One of her pearl earrings, given to Willie as a secret token, had been mysteriously returned to her a few days before. She knew that this was a signal.
As Willie plied the revellers with more alcohol, she muttered something about feeling unwell and slipped upstairs to her room at the top of the tower. There, aided by her maid, she quickly changed into…
The King’s Curse, the 6th novel in Philippa Gregory’s Cousin’s War series. Very well done. Recommended.
You can tell Philippa Gregory enjoyed writing Margaret of Warwick’s story in The King’s Curse – her 6th novel in the Cousin’s War series. The novel is one of her best, bringing to life one of the great Plantagenet women — one lucky, or canny, enough to survive the Tudor period into old age. And Margaret is a survivor, adept at hiding her true feelings of grief at the loss of family and fortune and shielding her remaining Plantagenet family. She was adept at managing courtly intrigue — and keeping secrets. Secrets like the truth about the marriage of Prince Arthur and Katherine of Aragon, and the truth about the curse cast by her cousin Elizabeth — a curse that affects the Tudor succession.
Margaret of Warwick was the daughter of Isabelle Neville (one of the Earl of Warwick (aka Kingmaker’s daughters) George, Duke of Clarence — the brother of Edward IV and Richard III. Even listing Margaret’s famous kin should give you an idea of the tragedies she experienced: her grandfather the Earl of Warwick was beheaded by Edward IV, her father was drowned in a barrel of Malmsey; and her uncle Richard III was slain on Bosworth field by a victorious Henry VII who eventually executed her brother Edward of Warwick, several cousins, and her eldest son. The book has several telling family trees that show the Plantagenet’s at the start of Henry VII’s reign and those surviving at the end of Henry VIII.
This was definitely one of my favorite novels in the Cousins’s War. The first-person narration brings into Margaret’s thoughts, fears and hopes, triumphs and tragedies. Through Margaret, you understand what it was like to be a Plantagenet in the aftermath of the Tudor victory, on the losing end the War of the Roses and at the mercy of Henry VII and Henry VIII. Margaret herself was favored by Henry VII — enough that she and her husband attended Prince Arthur and Katherine of Aragon at Ludlow. But her fortunes — and those of her family—fall afterwards while Henry VII reigns. Margaret thinks and hopes that Henry VIII — the son of her good friend and cousin Elizabeth of York — will be a good, merciful King in the style of the Plantagenets. Her fortune rises again as she waits upon Queen Katherine, eventually becoming governess to Princess Mary, is named a Countess in her own right and becomes one of the richest people in England. But Henry is not the King she hoped for and as any student of history knows, so many of those close to Henry VIII found themselves in the Tower awaiting execution. Margaret’s execution is one of the low points of Henry’s reign, still shocking ~450 years later.
Henry VIII character arc is one of the novels strengths, for me. I loved the way Gregory portrayed his descent from the good-looking, most-favored ruler in Christendom to the obese, distrusting, vengeful tyrant he became. His failures as a monarch lead Margaret to act on the hope for a new rule — Princess Mary — and in that lies her doom. Gregory does an excellent job of showing the impact of the Dissolution of the Monasteries on the people of England, who lost their long-held traditions as Reformation swept the nobility.
I appreciated that this novel was consistent with others — “The Constant Princess” “The Boleyn Inheritance” and the others in the series in terms of character histories.
Here are links to my reviews of other Gregory novels — I did not review all of them, but read them all and think for the most part they were well done (“The Red Queen” being my least favorite and “The White Princess” one of my favorites).
THE last Tudor bed in existence, made to mark Henry VII’s accession to the throne. This 527-year-old Paradise State Bed of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York was rediscovered in 2010. Henry Tudor, who became Henry VII, defeated Richard III at the Battle of Bosworth Field to take the English throne and found the Tudor dynasty. The Paradise State Bed is an unrivalled masterpiece of 15th Century oak carving which was commissioned almost immediately after Henry VII was crowned to celebrate his marriage to Elizabeth of York and the end of the War of the Roses.
Once she finally ascended to the English throne in 1558, Elizabeth I’s opulent lifestyle was in stark contrast to most of her early life. “The Queen’s Bed: An Intimate History of Elizabeth’s Court” by Anna Whitelock details what it really took to be “Queen Elizabeth” on a material, and perhaps on an emotional level. Elizabeth was never alone, even asleep there was always someone in her room, even sharing those fantastic beds described in the book:
“... At Richmond Palace, Elizabeth might sleep in an elaborate boat-shaped bed with curtains of ‘sea-water green’ and quilted with light brown tinsel. At Whitehall her bed was made from an intricate blend of different colored woods and hung with Indian-painted silk. Her best bed, which was taken with her when the court moved from place to place, had a carved wooden frame which was elaborately painted and gilded, a valance of silver and velvet, tapestry curtains trimmed with precious buttons and gold and silver lace, and a crimson satin headboard topped with ostrich feathers.”
So much has been written about the life and times, love affairs and political maneuvers of Elizabeth I. Yet only a few books have approached Gloriana’s life from the behind the façade she presented to the world. Anna Whitelock succeeds in giving us Elizabeth with her best friends and confidantes. These women surrounded her and applied the make-up, gowns, and jewels each day to take her from mere mortal to dazzling queen. They served her well, kept her secrets, and did what good friends do: work on our behalf. There were even a few, like Kat Ashley and Dorothy Bradbelt, who politicked to help marry the queen. And others, who loaned Elizabeth their maid’s clothing or had private dinners so she could be with Lord Robert Dudley. Whitelock reveals an Elizabeth who is in turns vulnerable, loving, inconstant, and even quite spiteful.
Elizabeth did a better job than anyone before her, and arguably after her, in creating a brand that even in her day became iconic and magical – which was of course the point. Against the backdrop of assassination attempts, marriage suitors, court scandals, favorites and power politics, Whitelock’s details of Elizabeth’s life do not get lost in the larger themes of Elizabeth’s reign but rather enhance our understanding this great queen and her Court.
A quick visit to the author’s website tells me that the BBC has optioned this book for a possible TV series, which would if done well would be terrific. And let’s agree that the BBC does this type of program really well. Bring it!
I enjoyed this novel very much. It’s Elisabeth Gifford’s first and she is a fine storyteller. This one will sweep away the cobwebs and give you a look into the Scottish Island of Harris – wild, incredibly beautiful and high up on my bucket list.
If I could live anywhere, I’d live in a house with the sea at my door (maybe back just a little to allow for global warming). I’m never happier than when I’m by the sea or in the sea – no matter how cold the water. Yesterday, I even put ocean waves on my Spotify while I was working – because I live in the middle of America where there’s not much surf to be found. If I could, I would live in Elisabeth Gifford’s Sea House on Harris in the Hebridean Islands.
I wonder if Gifford found an old run-down house on an island and used it as the catalyst for The Sea House? For me, it was a story about family, loss, and the struggle to survive. Set both in 1976 and in 1860 it is really two stories, knit together by Selkie legends and a beautiful house. What’s a Selkie? It’s the Scottish word for a mythical creature that resembles a seal in the water but assumes human form on land. (For a great movie on the similar subject, see “The Secret of Roan Inish”)
In 1976 Ruth and her husband Michael are renovating the dilapidated Sea House on Harris. For Ruth, the house and the island are a return to her mother’s birthplace, something of a homecoming to a home she never had. While working on the house they find a body of baby with what looks like a fin, buried under the floorboards. A Selkie child? The dead infant haunts Ruth and adds to the dis-ease that Ruth experiences on the cusp of becoming a mother. She carries a child, but she also carries the weight of a rootless existence as an orphan raised in the urban welfare system, the pain of the loss of her mother, and the abandonment by her unknown father. Ruth clings to family lore that she is descended from the Selkies. This belief leads her to learn more about the home’s previous inhabitants. She finds story of Alexander Ferguson and Moira, his servant in his journals, church papers and historical accounts.
In 1860 Moira works in the Sea House – then the manse for the island’s Reverend Alexander Ferguson, who has saved her life after the loss of her family in the Clearances. [Highland Clearances of the 19th century destroyed communities throughout the Highlands and Islands as the human populations were evicted and replaced with sheep farms.] Moira is quietly devoted to the Reverend in a way that reminded me of a Dickens novel. Alexander is a bit of a scientist – he is fascinated by the possibility of a missing race of people – Selkies – from whom he believes he is descended. As much as Moira loves the Reverend from afar, she hates Lord Marstone – whose clearance of land led to the loss of her family. She plots revenge on Marstone even as his daughter gets uncomfortably friendly with the Alexander. And the baby? I can’t spoil it for you. But it is good.
WARNING: This blog uses adult language. You have been warned.
Finally got to watch the show after a couple of days, this time with my son. The reason it takes a few days to watch is because I have to wait for another person to view it, either my son or my girlfriend or my sister, because I watched the first episode by myself and everybody had a hissy fit because they wanted to watch with me. The only problem being everybody I watch the show with is a talker! And I hate that! Ugh! Stop asking me questions, and just watch it dammit. I’m going to clue everyone who does this in about something, and please hear me out.
IF YOU TALK DURING OUR FAVORITE SHOW OR MOVIE WE WILL CUT YOU!
Okay, you’ve been warned. That goes for husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, sons, daughters, mothers, or anyone else…
When Diana Gabaladon‘s “Outlander” first came out in print twenty-three years ago (damn, how time flies), I remember it took me just two days to devour the entire 600 page novel. Outlander is the story of a Claire Beauchamp Randall, an English WWII nurse who finds magic in a Stonehenge-like Sarsen stone and is propelled back in time to the years before the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745. There she falls in love and marries a Highland warrior, James (“Jamie”) Alexander Mackenzie Fraser. Claire is the Outlander – or “Sassenach” in Gaelic: out of her time, her culture, and generally out-of-place.
When Gabaldon announced that Claire and Jamie would come alive on my 50-inch “small” screen, I was not sure I’d like the results, although I knew I’d watch anyway. After three episodes, I am truly pleased with the adaptation, probably for the attention to detail in the filming and because they’ve stayed true to the original storyline. Kudos to Starz Originals for buying the series.
Unlike other films supposedly set Scotland but filmed, say, in Ireland or Vancouver, the Outlander series is actually filmed in Scotland in Doune Castle in Perthshire (been there), Falkland and Culross in Fife (there too), Loch Rannoch in the Highlands, and less majestically, a warehouse off the M80 near Cumbernauld. I hear tell this production was the biggest film/TV investment in the country ever. Scotland is an astoundingly beautiful country and not before time that its beauty is captured on a wildly popular international series (the novels have sold at least 25 million copies.) That’s a lot of eyeballs for the Scottish Tourist Board to convert to visitors. Just saying.
There are so many fine Scots actors in the show including one of my favorites, Gary Lewis (“My Name is Joe,” “Merlin” (Alator), and “Billy Elliott”). Love me Annette Badland (“Doctor Who” fame) as Mrs. Fitz. Tobias Menzies (“Rome” and “Game of Thrones”) hits the right notes as Frank Randall — and so far does a creditable job as Black Jack. The Scots actors learned Gaelic, which is beautiful to hear and adds an authenticity to the Highlands in 1743. And, they did a good job of casting.
But let’s to it – Claire & Jamie – do they cut it? Irish-born Catriona Balfe does a good job as Claire. To be clear, that’s not damning her with faint praise. Claire is a bit prudish, standoffish, independent and uncomfortable in the first few episodes, for all the right and obvious reasons related to finding herself in this very foreign land. She is a well-brought up (if unconventionally so) Englishwoman in much less refined surroundings. I’ll be interested to see how Catriona loosens Claire up as things between her and Jamie heat up. I’ve promised my sister Fiona that should happen next week or the week after. Then, I predict a lot of heat up there in the Highlands.
About that heat – Sam Heughan – first, I’m so pleased the part went to a Scottish actor. He has Jamie’s quiet heroism, disregard for his own safety, and matter-of-fact ways down perfectly. Not for nothing have kilt jokes been making the rounds of Facebook lately. Aye, Sam is what my Scots cousins and friends would call a “verry braw laddie.” It is NOT just the way he says “Missstrrrreessss Beauchamp,” or carries himself in his kilt. Sam has great screen chemistry. I dunno if he has it with Catriona-as-Claire, but he has it with me, my sister Fiona and countless others watching.
We’re into episode 4 next week. Claire is getting ready to escape…now things will get really exciting! If you have read the novels, you will find the series is pretty faithful. Diana Gabaldon has kept the series true to her vision, story lines and characters. If you have not read the books, I’d say buy it, read ahead and enjoy all things Scotland.
Turn of The Tide by Margaret Skea, Capercaillie Books
It is hard to know where to begin, there were so many things I liked about “Turn of the Tide,”Margaret Skea’s debut novel about the feud between the Montgomeries and the Cunninghams set in 17th Century Scotland. I have had this one in the queue for a wee while and was grateful for the US Labor Day weekend for uninterrupted hours of reading pleasure.Set in Ayrshire, the novel opens with main character, Munro setting plans in motion for a massacre of key members of the Montgomery clan. He’s a loyal, albeit reluctant, member of the Cunningham clan who would rather be at home with his wife, bairns and farm. He carries out this mission for the Earl of Glencairn with a seed of misgiving about continuing the 100-year-old feud that grows throughout the novel.
Retribution is swift for may of those involved in the massacre, but Munro has a handy alibi and escapes harm. Still, his wife is horrified and his conscience nags him. A friendly encounter with a Montgomery makes him question further the blind loyalty to the Cunningham clan and its leader, the Earl of Glencairn. Glencairn himself may have some reasonable qualities, but William, his son and heir is a dangerous man.
Auch, I’ll no spoil it for ye! I will say that Munro’s conscience is the tide that turns, and the reasons behind it make for a captivating read.
I love that the novel shone a light on this feud, which ran for centuries in Ayrshire. King James VI and his court do feature in the novel, but they are far from the main story. It was a refreshing departure to find a 16th-17th century novel with a griping tale where royalty is on the fringe and not center stage. That said, one of the issues in the feud was which clan leader took precedence at court.
This is an emotionally gripping story about a man caught between duty and conscience at a time in history when a man’s livelihood depended upon his loyalty to family and clan –theoretically those would be aligned. While Skea could have chosen one incident to make Munro’s loyalties change, I’m glad she did not. It would have had impact, but missed the nuances, the questioning and the soul-searching Munro went through. And then of course, there was also impact (I willnae spoil it).
Skea clearly knows Ayrshire well, and writes with beautiful detail about the landscape, whether it is describing the miserable rain that can chill you to the bone, or the aconite flowers in a valley. The dialect adds richness to the characters and is judiciously used. Helpfully, there’s a glossary in the book so you can look up words like “wabbit” (no, not rabbit).