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Ah, Philippa Gregory, my choice “fluffy” historical fiction author. A slightly guilty pleasure, yes.

In a nutshell, this is the (fictionalized) life story of Lady Margaret Beaufort. She is a very pious young girl, married off against her wishes first to Edmund Tudor, who widows her before she gives birth to his son at the age of 13, and then to Henry Stafford. After she’s widowed a second time, she makes her own marriage of politics, not love, to Thomas Stanley. The Tudors’ fortunes have shifted, and her son has been raised by his paternal uncle Jasper, as the House of York holds the English crown. Margaret works to promote her own son’s claim to the throne through various machinations and deceptions, pretending service to the York King Richard III and his Queen Anne. Richard is defeated on the battlefield and her son does finally take the throne himself as King Henry VII. The story is told in Margaret’s voice in first person, aside from a few passages of third-person narration towards the end, describing battles and events that (presumably) Margaret could not have described as she would not have been present.

I found Margaret unlikeable. This does not necessarily preclude me liking the book. She was self-consciously pious to the point of being self-righteous and often hypocritical: as in, “my piety is so great and God loves me so that I am deserving of the highest of honors, you should make me an abbess although I am only 13 years old,” etc. She demanded a life that was unavailable to girls or young women of her time and of her social standing; this struck me as anachronistic. I am certainly fuzzy on my historical accuracy for 15th century England! But I suspect it is unlikely that this young lady, nearly from the cradle, as it were, would be demanding such an unknown level of independence and control over her own destiny. On the other hand, perhaps the point about the young Margaret is just this: that she was odd, demanded unusual or unheard of honors. After all, the book opens with her having visions of herself as Joan of Arc. She certainly saw herself differently. So, my criticism here is qualified. And it didn’t particularly take away from my enjoyment of the book; it’s something I noted, as I continued to listen with interest in what would happen next. Did I like Margaret? Not for a moment. But I enjoyed and was held captive by her story.

There were weaknesses. The political intrigue aspects tended to be painted with a broad brush, in the fairly lazy literary convention of having a character recite the action in a monologue with explication that would not realistically be necessary if she were really making this speech. In other words, an info dump in the voice of a character. [Late in the book, we do get some passages of narration in a third-person-omniscient voice. Unfortunately, this didn’t improve things for me, particularly in this audio format, because a different reader took over; I found it a little jarring. But maybe by that point I was becoming difficult to please.] I felt that the book was most concerned with Margaret’s feelings and internal action, and it was occasionally necessary to fill us in on why so-and-so is riding into battle with so-and-so, and Gregory did it as quickly and easily as possible. This stands out in contrast to a historical fiction author I really like, Sharon Kay Penman, who takes her historical accuracy very seriously and takes the time to spell it all out very meticulously while keeping her characters very lifelike. Now, Penman and Gregory create very different reading experiences, and readers – entirely validly – are likely to prefer one or the other, and both are okay. Gregory’s books are fast-paced, emotional, hopefully riveting, and lighter on historical accuracy. Penman’s are longer, rather denser, accurate, and engrossing in that they bring the world in which they are set fully to life. One is not “better,” but they are different.

A few character developments felt rushed and unexplained to me. There is a certain man with whom Margaret suddenly shares a seeming bond of love, but I missed the progression of feelings; they were just there and then suddenly… staring into each other’s eyes and making declarations (or worse, references to an unspoken but understood shared feeling). And again, Margaret’s loyalty to and passion for her Tudor line came out of nowhere for me. When the book began, her mind was focused on God; and a little later she is full of loyalty to the Lancasters and rebuking those whose loyalty wavered. Again, I seem to have missed the part where she discovered the strong tie she felt to her relatives.

And yet I remained intrigued and kept reading. I was occasionally exasperated, but overall my experience was overwhelmingly one of enjoyment. Verdict? I am more a Sharon Kay Penman reader than a Philippa Gregory reader! I seem to be left feeling like I need to do a little research when I finish a Gregory book. But they’re good fun. And I haven’t found any audiobooks of Penman’s work yet!

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I don’t know why I didn’t expect much of this book. Where did I get the idea that it was a fluffy love story? Not so. This is the fictional tale of Mamah Borthwick’s extramarital affair with architect Frank Lloyd Wright. Mamah really lived, and she really had an affair with FLW; but her story here is fictionalized. Another of those sticky questions of historical fiction: where is the boundary between fact and fict? Horan includes a nice author’s note at the end (probably my favorite way of handling this question) and gives some details about where she began using her imagination. History has not taken great note of Mamah Borthwick; most of the information available to her was about FLW.

This is a lovely story, well told. Several different threads are explored that I found interesting. Frank Lloyd Wright himself, and his art and architecture (subjects I had not explored previously) are outlined, along with his Oak Park celebrity and the birth of his “organic architecture.” Mamah is involved in the women’s movement, for suffrage and equal pay and general independence and equality. I especially loved the scenes where she picks up a book, and attends a lecture given, by the Swedish feminist author Ellen Key. Mamah is so moved, considers the topics so well – she is an intellectual and an artist herself, you see. She takes on a mid-life career translating Key’s work (again, this is true to history), and I found the depiction of translation, and Mamah’s own writing as well, to be a really rich part of her story. This is far from being a book about Frank Lloyd Wright. It is a book about love, and morals, and the dilemma of being married to one man and loving another. Mamah and Frank have nine children between them. Imagine that: nine children! There is also the issue of their reputations being irreparably damaged in the national media.

Frank and Mamah are fellow residents of Oak Park, Illinois (suburb of Chicago, and hometown of Ernest Hemingway, who was a small boy during the events of this book) when Mamah and her husband hire the local celebrity to build them a new home. There is chemistry immediately, although it takes a few years for the affair to begin. As their own marriages begin to fall apart, Mamah leaves Oak Park and takes her children with her to visit an old friend in Colorado, eventually leaving her children for her husband to collect, and meeting up with Frank for a tour in Europe. Their relationship blossoms and takes form as they travel, experiencing the world, getting to know one another more openly; it is here that Mamah meets Ellen Key, whose philosophies are hugely important in the couple’s worldview and feelings about their own actions. Frank has left a wife and six children; Mamah has left her children as well, and we can imagine how the world more than a century ago viewed a mother abandoning her children.

The two will eventually move to the Wisconsin valley that has been home to Frank’s family for generations, where he builds for Mamah the home called Taliesin. They are plagued by public disapproval, and the continuing unhappiness of various family members. But they also find the local community eventually supportive. And then there is the big event. Mamah’s story concludes with a shocking final episode that comes out of the history books, so let me say: if you don’t already know what happens, you might consider letting Horan surprise you. It is not a happy ending. But I feel that Horan handles it with great dignity.

I was reminded time and time again of another lovely work of historical fiction, Susan Vreeland’s Clara and Mr. Tiffany. These books are both about women who really lived but are marginalized in history, allowing two authors to write their stories, fictionalized, from research; both were involved (in different ways) with far more historically well-known men; both involve art and art appreciation; both are beautifully written, exploring emotions, and the issues of women’s role in art and in society at more or less the same time in history. I find myself noting these read-alike relationships, and sometimes worry that I may be seen as lowering one or the other of these books by comparing them to others, like I’m calling them less original. I am not. Both of these books are beautiful and original; just allow me to say that if you like one you may like the other.

I loved this book from start to finish. Horan, and narrator Joyce Bean, immersed me completely in the time and the many places of Mamah’s story. I cared very much about all the characters. The events of Frank and Mamah’s lives – bittersweet, shocking, loving, touching, tragic, hopeful, all of them – came fully to life. I really enjoyed getting to know these interesting people, even when they were not at their best. I am charmed, and impressed.

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