Victoria in Westminster Abbey, London. #queenvictoria
Upon William IV’s death on June 20, 1837, Victoria took the throne at age 18 and held it for nearly 64 years, until her death in 1901, making her the longest reigning monarch ever. (King George III reigned for 59 years; Queen Elizabeth II has them both beat now.) Over Victoria’s lifetime she saw profound changes in the shape and size of the British empire; in laws governing women’s rights, children’s education, and public health; in literacy rates; and the number of miles of railway track and telegraph wires (from 40 miles in 1830 to over 30,000 by the 1880s). She also witnessed numerous changes in government, working with a dozen different prime ministers from various political parties.
This is one reason it is impossible to make generalizations about the “Victorian Era.” Scholars tend to divide it into early, middle, and late periods, but even that doesn’t address the issue entirely because, as with America, different geographical parts of Great Britain had very different cultures. The Acts of Union in 1707 joined England, Wales, and Scotland; in 1800, another Act of Union brought Ireland into the fold. But these four groups — English, Welsh, Scots, and Irish — still retained aspects of their cultures, and this often led to conflicts.
So when Queen Victoria arrived on the throne in 1837, she inherited a country that was divided into sections, yet all joined together in a parliament that met in London. Some scholars have posited that perhaps one of the reasons Britain expanded their empire so aggressively into Africa, Asia, and South America was to draw attention away from the internal divisions that led to profound misery, prejudice, and violence at home. One of the conflicts that recurred periodically was between the Irish, who had lost their own parliament and control of affairs on their island in 1800, and the English, who resented the influx of Irish into England, mostly at Liverpool, after the famine at mid-century.
Liverpool was the convenient entryway to Irish coming from Dublin.
In UNDER A VEILED MOON (forthcoming, October 2022), Corravan’s Irish heritage puts him in a difficult situation. When the pleasure steamer, the Princess Alice, collides with the 900-ton iron-hulled collier, the Bywell Castle, Corravan is asked to discover the truth about how it happened. Early clues point to sabotage by the Irish Republican Brotherhood, a group that believes violence is the only way to win back Irish Home Rule. Corravan’s superiors urge him to solve the case quickly and hold the IRB accountable — but Corravan’s Irish friends accuse him of disloyalty, cowardice, and bowing to political imperatives. Doggedly, he pursues the truth, but it is one that will shake his faith in his countrymen, the law, and himself.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a mystery writer in possession of a good idea, must be in want of a friend or two.” – Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, the first line, a little adapted
Recently, I visited the Poisoned Pen for a live author event for the book THE LOST SUMMERS OF NEWPORT, a triple-time-line novel by the three authors Beatriz Williams, Lauren Willig, and Karen White. Listening to them talk about how they build a plot-line, each contributing a piece here and there, was a heartwarming treat. They laughed. They made ridiculous sheep puns. They do not ever reveal which sections of the book they drafted. And having started their book, I can tell you, the words blend well.
Barbara Peters (owner of the Poisoned Pen) with Lauren Willig, Beatriz Williams, and Karen White
On the drive home, I found myself thinking about my 2019 book A TRACE OF DECEIT because I leaned heavily on two of my artist friends for help. Just as those authors sat on three stools, the image that formed in my mind was myself on a middle stool and my two friends on either side.
Back when the book was published, I thought a story about our collaboration—one writer, two artists, all here in Phoenix—was so cool that I even tried pitching it to various small publications around town. There were no takers, alas. Perhaps the story of three women working together to produce art isn’t a particularly interesting one.
But I think it could be. Indeed, I think it should be of interest. I didn’t want to let that story vanish without making its small impression on the universe. Which is why I’m blogging about it here.
Inevitably a book comes together like a stew, with ingredients from all different shelves in the metaphorical kitchen.
For A TRACE OF DECEIT, set in the 1870s art and auction world in London, one ingredient was my experience working at Christie’s auction house in New York, back in the scandal-filled 1990s, when the head of Christie’s and Sotheby’s were accused of price-fixing.
Christie’s Auction Room, illustration from “Microcosm of London” by R. Ackermann, 1808
Another ingredient was the true story of the Pantechnicon which burned down in Belgravia, London in February 1874. It was a warehouse for the (supposedly) safe storage of household valuables including pianos, furniture, libraries, historical documents, silver, paintings, and jewels. Somehow, it caught fire and burned for three full days, destroying millions of pounds worth of irreplaceable masterworks and antiques.
A third ingredient was a painting worth stealing. I chose one of François Boucher’s paintings of Madame de Pompadour, the official chief mistress of King Louis XV from 1745 to 1751. At my request the artist at Harper Collins who was designing the book cover inserted it into the frame in the upper right. (Originally, the image was just a bland reddish blur.)
An early class at the Slade School of Art, London (1880s)
But for the character of Annabel Rowe, for the way she thinks and speaks, for the metaphors she uses, for the way she looks at her world and describes it in words, I knew I needed to find an artist with a beating heart.
Fortunately, I have two longtime friends in Phoenix who are artists. One of them, Heidi Dauphin, has been a friend and fellow hiker since she arrived in Phoenix nearly twenty years ago. She works primarily in hand-cut ceramics, and her public art is scattered around town, including at the Heard Museum, Solterra Suns Development in Avondale, the Valley Metro Light Rail TPSS building at Goodyear/19th Avenue, the Pinnacle Peak Water Reservoir in Phoenix, and elsewhere. Currently the Exhibition Manager at the Shemer Art Center in Phoenix, Heidi arranges and installs all the exhibitions and select the jurors for their juried shows. She is also currently developing a public art project for Alamar, a new family living community in Avondale. Her blog showcases her art: http://heididauphin.blogspot.com/.
My other friend, Hallie Mueller, is the head art teacher at Phoenix Country Day School. She came to Arizona when she was 21 (around eighteen years ago—we all arrived within a year or so of each other) and was captivated by the desert landscape, which inspired her expansive, vivid paintings. Her work has been exhibited at Five 15Arts Gallery in Phoenix, the Tempe Public Library, the Fine Arts Festival in Mayer, and AZ on the Rocks in Scottsdale. Nearly two years ago, while rock climbing, she fell 60 feet off a cliff, sustaining injuries that she has recovered from, but which transformed her art and her approach to life and creativity. You can find images and more information on her website: www.halliemueller.com.
These two friends guided me while I developed the character of Annabel into a living, breathing painter, with an artist’s sensibility. Heidi and Hallie opened their hearts and answered innumerable questions on topics from which paintbrush bristles are best with oils to how to “read” a painting.
Heidi in her home studio
Most of my conversations with Heidi took place on hiking trails over many years, as I learned about her time as an undergraduate and a graduate student, how she worked in the studio, her time in the classroom as a teacher, the process of applying for projects, developing her craft and her blog, and balancing being an artist with being a wife and mother, daughter and friend. Her reflections and insights provided the broad strokes, the underpainting of my portrait of Annabel Rowe.
Hallie Mueller
The details for that portrait came one night over a long dinner with Hallie. She was still recovering from her rock-climbing accident, but she was getting around, and we met at Flower Child, not far from her house. I still have my scribbled notes from that meeting, dated 2/25/19. I asked the basic, first question: “How does Annabel think about a painting?”
Hallie began by talking about compositional options—overlap, cropping, size variation and distance, angles, and foreshortening. She explained that there is a focal point, which is the thing that first grabs attention; then visual pathways, implied lines that you can create, for example, through repetition of a color that can lead the eye around the canvas. Shapes can function as arrows, as can the direction of the gazes of people in the picture. Where they are looking matters. (I found myself thinking … hm, this holds true in novels, too.) She walked me through oil painting, underpainting, and glazes; tightness (say, Titian) versus looseness (the Impressionists) in a painting. She explained the importance of the “light source” and illumination; think of Caravaggio’s windows. And she explained that with colors, there are different degrees of saturation, and they aren’t really “fixed”; for example, browns change depending on what they are next to. Oils come in tubes; a flat brush will give you sharp edges whereas a bright brush, with the oval top, is good for blending; a round brush and fan brush will give you still different effects. As for smells? Linseed oil, which makes paint less viscous; Damar varnish adds gloss and enriches darks; turpentine weakens the integrity of paint. All can be added to pigment. There was more, but this gives you an idea.
When I finished the book, there were three significant scenes where Annabel paints or reads a painting. I talked them through with Heidi and sent them to Hallie to read. I have received comments from readers who write, “I’m an artist, and the author got it right.”
I didn’t get it right. I got friends.
If you have ever collaborated in your creative work, please share your story in the comments below.
