Showing posts with label For Such A Time As This. Show all posts
Showing posts with label For Such A Time As This. Show all posts

09 August 2015

Author Interview & Book Giveaway: Christy K. Robinson on MARY DYER: FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS

This week, we're pleased to welcome author CHRISTY K. ROBINSON with her latest novel, MARY DYER: FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS, the second in two volumes about the Dyers. The author will offer one autographed paperback edition to a US postal address, or one Kindle version to US and other countries.  Be sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb.

In the second of two volumes, Mary Dyer: For Such a Time as This, Mary and William Dyer return to war-torn England and lay a foundation for liberty that resonates in the 21st century. Why did beautiful, wealthy Mary Dyer deliberately give up her six children, husband, and privileged lifestyle to suffer prison and death on the gallows?

**Q&A with Christy K. Robinson**

What inspired your story?

I’ve always been interested in history, church history, and spiritual matters, having been educated in church schools and worked at nonprofits and as a church music director for many years. I had heard disparaging comments about Anne Hutchinson and Mary Dyer, that they were Antinomians, and I started reading about what “against the [Old Testament] Law” meant. Mary Dyer was a very distant ancestor, and I read that she had been hanged by the Puritans because she was a Quaker (incorrect). All I could find on Anne and Mary were the same clichés, over and over, from 19th-century historians, and I was skeptical of them because they were illogical. Many genealogical sites and books have fanciful myths about Mary’s background, and some outright whoppers, like Mary’s supposed royal lineage. There was little about Mary, until I began investigating her husband, friends, and enemies, and reading archived court records from her time. Mary “materialized” from there.

How have you worked real history into the story?

Actually, it was the other way around—I worked fiction into the facts. Out of all the characters I used in the two books, fewer than five were invented. I researched every real good and bad guy and created dossiers on them, and instead of 2D cartoon heroes or villains, they became 3D people I respected. I pored over 17th-century midwifery regulations, cookery, and astronomy, geology, meteorology, and epidemiology events and charted them by year because the people of the 17th century believed that unusual events were direct messages from God. Speaking of religion, there were Separatists, Puritans, Anglicans, closet Catholics, Jews, Quakers, Seekers, Antinomians, and more—in an era where Church of England was the state religion—and I had to learn the differences. I read broadsheets and chapbooks, and skimmed some of the books of their time. I did extensive image searches for fine art, looking for little details and background symbols that spoke of their surroundings. I learned the politics of both England and New England—and found many parallels to today. Working with their Julian calendar (not our Gregorian one), I found motivations and events that no one else has ever noticed until I wrote it. That is an incredible feeling!

OK, you’ve got the historical part down. But where was the fiction in historical fiction?!

Histfic has to have a story that moves through beginning, middle, and end. I had to invent scenes and conversations, of course, to “show, not tell” the story, and I had to leave out 80 percent of my research—ouch.  As a magazine and philanthropic feature writer for years, creating fiction was a real killer for me. But the rave reviews say I succeeded. What I couldn’t put in the novels sees daylight in a nonfiction companion book to the novels, my historical blogs, and the Facebook pages and groups I’ve created. I started the Dyer blog in 2010 as a platform for my future books, and as I track keywords, phrases, and concepts, I’ve seen that novelists are using my research to create their own stories about Mary Dyer. Stories that are more imagination than fact, but still use my research and plot devices. (Darn right, I’m jealous.)

What’s so unusual about the setting?

Not many authors have covered both sides of the Atlantic in the same story. What spurred the Great Migration and settlement of American wilderness, the Puritan-versus-Anglican-versus-Quaker thread, the personal tragedies and triumphs, all combine to tell an epic story. I’m not the writer that James Michener was or Edward Rutherford is, but this story is similarly huge, and needs to be remembered and understood. Why? Because history repeats itself. In the 21st century, our civil rights are under constant attack in local and national courts and a singular vision of morality is promoted in legislatures. Mary and William Dyer were the ancestors of all of us in Western civilization when it comes to freedom of conscience and strict separation of church and state. Whether you believe in a religious system or not, you have rights to believe and act according to your conscience because of the Dyers.

Mary Dyer Illuminated, biographical fiction, Vol. 1
Mary Dyer: For Such a Time as This, biographical fiction, Vol. 2
The Dyers of London, Boston, and Newport, nonfiction, illustrated companion book


About the Author

Christy K Robinson is the author of two biographical novels and three nonfiction books. 
“The Dyers” book series (two biographical novels and a nonfiction companion) are linked to Amazon from her website, http://www.christykrobinson.com/book-author.html

For more (much more!) information on William and Mary Barrett Dyer, visit Christy’s Dyer blog, starting with its most popular article, Top Ten Things You May Not Know About Mary Dyer.

06 August 2015

Excerpt Thursday: MARY DYER: FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS by Christy K. Robinson

This week, we're pleased to welcome author CHRISTY K. ROBINSON with her latest novel, Mary Dyer: For Such a Time as This, the second in two volumes about the Dyers. Join us again on Sunday for an author interview, with more details about the story behind the story. The author will offer one autographed paperback edition to a US postal address, or one Kindle version to US and other countries.  Be sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's post or Sunday's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb.


In the second of two volumes, Mary Dyer: For Such a Time as This, Mary and William Dyer return to war-torn England and lay a foundation for liberty that resonates in the 21st century. Why did beautiful, wealthy Mary Dyer deliberately give up her six children, husband, and privileged lifestyle to suffer prison and death on the gallows?

**An Excerpt from Mary Dyer: For Such a Time as This**

October 27, 1652
London, England

Will thought he hadn’t done badly at planning the day’s outing: a stroll from Henry Vane’s townhouse up to St. Martin-in-the-Fields to recall the day exactly nineteen years ago when he and Mary had been wed at the church doorway, and the same day the following year, when he’d buried their first child. He’d bought the midday meal at Covent Garden, including a bowl of exotic and expensive pineapple chunks, the fruit having been imported from South America via Portugal. He’d hired a boatman at Whitehall Stairs to take them on a sightseeing cruise on the Thames.
The barges and ferries, ships and small boats, were thick on the water’s edges, and boys with baskets of stinking lampreys picked through the muck for shellfish to supplement their catches that they’d peddle to cook shops.
His wife was nestled under his arm for pleasure, not because of the cold. There had been several terrific storms the last several weeks, and the Thames still ran muddy from flood runoff. This day was overcast and cool, and there was an occasional mist, but Mary was a native Londoner and took no notice. They pointed at landmarks like the Tower, St. Paul’s, and as they were paddled westward, the ducal palaces of Somerset, Durham, and York.  
His wife seemed pensive and melancholy, and a song came to mind that he thought would lighten her mood. As he sang to her, she nestled closer into his coat and closed her eyes.
The water is wide, I cannot get o’er
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I.

A ship there is and she sails the sea
She’s loaded deep, as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I’m in
I know not if I sink or swim.

When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love come back to me
When roses bloom in winter’s gloom
Then will my love return to me.

“You left some verses unsung,” Mary reminded him.
“They were too morbid. This is the anniversary of our wedding. We should be rejoicing.”
William changed the subject. “I’ve got my commission. In a few weeks I’ll be invested by the navy, and then I hope for the grant of ships to outfit and sail back to defend our waters.”
Mary squirmed, sat up straight, and spoke sharply. “This war on the Dutch, which began with greed for foreign ports, is only about money, and the power that money buys. You have money, honestly gained by your hard work. You have the money that I brought to our marriage from Uncle John and from my father and brother. Why isn’t that enough? Will, please, I’m begging you: don’t make war on innocent Dutch traders and farmers. Don’t make up charges so you can steal what they’ve gained by honest work. Go home, make just laws in the Assembly, and run the farm.”
He replied, “This situation is much larger than me and the farm, or even about our trade routes and ports. Privateering is an indispensable weapon of war, and as you know, the realm needs the prizes to finance the navy, thereby saving our own people from crippling taxes. It defends our liberties to trade and import what we need to feed our families.”
“Oh, it’s patriotism now?” she retorted. “War is noble and glorious when it’s not our English fathers and sons and breadwinners dying before cannon and musket shot, and it’s only the filthy, greedy foreigners who lose their lives and their women and children die of want.”
“Mary! Is this something you’ve learned from street preachers? Disloyalty to your country? Rebellion to proper authority? And yes, it is patriotism. The Dutch on Long Island have been caught supplying Indians with arms to kill English men and women. We’re not starting a war. The war has been forced upon us.”
Mary lowered her voice so the boatman wouldn’t hear. “Do you go so far as to call Oliver Cromwell ‘proper authority?’ I’ve never met George Fox, though I’ve listened to his followers and respect what they have to say about the peace of God, and making time and place to listen for his direction. If the Spirit speaks, I must obey, though men might call it rebellion.”
“Well, I’ve had enough of this uneducated rabble-rouser Fox, and the Seekers, and naked Familists, and so have you. I’ve spoken to a ship’s master about your passage back to Newport. There’s a ship that leaves the first week of December, and goes by way of Barbados, so you can have a holiday there while cargo is exchanged. Just think of palm trees and warm sand in January!” He smiled. 
She crossed her arms. “I’m not ready to return.”
“How can you say that? You have six children who need their mother. Not to mention, your husband loves you and wants you home where you belong.”
“I’m staying in England for a while longer.”
“How much longer do you propose?”
“I don’t know, honestly.”
“If I allow you to stay—” at this, Mary glared at him, “what would I say to the children? Or anyone in Rhode Island? How do I explain a mother’s reluctance to return to her own home and children?”
“You can say that you weren’t willing to risk my safety while there’s a naval war raging, and privateers lurk in bays or under cover of fog banks to snatch away safety, security, and personal property. You can say that Rhode Island and Providence Plantations are in an uproar and can’t even govern their own affairs.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you, Mary. What is your real reason?”
“I’ve told you before, and my story won’t change because it’s the truth. God has called me to England for a time. He’s only shown me one step at a time on the path, and I don’t know the destination. But he’s put it in my heart that I should be here now, and he will reveal the time and circumstances of my journey here, and when it’s time to go back home.”
Will was silent for a few moments. “Sweetheart, you’ve plunged a sword in my heart. How can I fight for you when my adversary is God?”


About the Author

Christy K Robinson is the author of two biographical novels and three nonfiction books. 
“The Dyers” book series (two biographical novels and a nonfiction companion) are linked to Amazon from her website, http://www.christykrobinson.com/book-author.html

For more (much more!) information on William and Mary Barrett Dyer, visit Christy’s Dyer blog, starting with its most popular article, Top Ten Things You May Not Know About Mary Dyer.