Showing posts with label New Orleans. Show all posts
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04 April 2010

Guest Author: Jennifer Blake

This week on Unusual Historicals we're excited to have Jennifer Blake with us as she spreads the word about her February MIRA release, TRIUMPH IN ARMS, set in mid-19th century New Orleans. This is the sixth installment in her Maître d'Armes series.

Join us Sunday when Jennifer will be here to answer questions and talk about her work. You'll also have the opportunity to win a signed copy of TRIUMPH IN ARMS!

The dashing Maîtres D'armes of New Orleans are renowned for their swordsmanship--and their relentless pursuit of their desires!

Once a starveling bootblack, Christien Lenoir has risen to become the sword master known as faucon, the Falcon. When a desperate gambler stakes his plantation in a late-night card game, sharp-eyed Christien antes up. For he wants River's Edge--and the tempestuous widow whose birthright it is. And he will stop at nothing to have both.

Reine Cassard Pingre feels trapped: the only way to keep her beloved home--and her inheritance--is to accept Christien's bold proposal of marriage. Though she instantly despises him, and despite rumors that she had a hand in her husband's mysterious death, Reine cannot dissuade him from wedding...and bedding...her. Their union is electrifying, but the honeymoon may be cut short by the lurid secrets at the heart of River's Edge.
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Tells us a bit more about TRIUMPH IN ARMS.

Released in February of this year, this is the sixth and final book in my series about the Maître d'armes, Masters at Arms or fencing masters, of 1840s New Orleans. The previous five titles, all based on elements of the duel, are in order of publication, CHALLENGE TO HONOR, DAWN ENCOUNTER, ROGUE'S SALUTE, GUARDED HEART, and GALLANT MATCH. Since research indicated that the original masters at arms were of varied nationalities, I chose heroes to reflect that fact. Accordingly, TRIUMPH IN ARMS has a Native American hero, while the others are Spanish, Irish, Italian, English, and Kentuckian.

How did you become interested in the Maître d'armes?

Some of my best story ideas have been prompted by bits and pieces of history discovered while thumbing through favorite research books. In a chapter titled "Le Créole S'Amuse" from Herbert Asbury's THE FRENCH QUARTER, about the pursuits of French Creole gentlemen in the 19th century, I came across a wonderful item about the fencing masters they often visited. It stated that more than fifty maîtres d'armes operated fencing academies along the Passage de la Bourse, now Exchange Alley, during the golden age of dueling in New Orleans, from about 1830 until 1860.

These men were idolized in the same manner as sports heroes are today. Small boys followed them in the street, young men copied their mode of dress and feats on the dueling field, and older gentlemen vied to stand them a drink or a meal. Some few fencing masters gave themselves airs and entertained on a lavish scale while attempting to break into polite society. They were not often successful for, Asbury pointed out, "while the young bloods of the town lingered at the academies to sip wine with the maîtres d'armes, they did not invite the professional swordsmen to meet their mothers and sisters."

What story possibilities lay in that simple description! How could I resist? I wrote a proposal for a single book, though this soon became a trilogy as my ideas multiplied. Just before sending the three-book proposal to my agent, I added brief paragraphs for three additional tales as a hint that the trilogy could become a series by way of a subsequent contract. To my surprise and delight, my editor contracted for all six books at once.

Where did you discover the many details of the aristocratic French Creole lifestyle? Tell us how you manage to describe 19th century house interiors with such accuracy?

Though a native of Northern Louisiana, or perhaps because of it, I've always been fascinated by New Orleans; my library shelves hold over 400 books on Louisiana and New Orleans history. Any excuse to drive down to The Big East is a good excuse; making it a tax-deductible research trip is only icing on the cake. I've spent many enjoyable hours strolling French Quarter streets, absorbing the scents and sounds and judging walking distances from one historic site to another. I've been lucky enough to go "behind the scenes" in several of the old townhouses occupied by friends of friends, as well.

Then New Orleans has many small, European-style hotels located in what were once the aristocratic mansions of the city, and staying in them gives a great feel for the past. Finally, no research trip is complete without a visit to the William Research Center on Chartres which houses the Historic New Orleans Collection. Photocopying pages from old books and ancient newspapers of the 1840s on microfilm is my kind of fun.

Your fencing and dueling scenes have the feel of reality. Have you had fencing lessons?

For this important aspect of the series, I relied on half a dozen books about fencing and dueling, including one which described an actual duel fought by the author. I also did online research at various web sites devoted to fencing and its weaponry, and consulted a local fencing teacher on a specific question or two. All the rest comes from a PBS special on swords and sword-fighting, a handful of reliably authentic swashbuckling movies, and imagination.


You're known for the historical detail in your books. How do you decide when enough is enough?

Instinct, for the most part! The issue is highly subjective: some readers revel in historical minutiae, some want only moderate amounts, and some could apparently do without it entirely. Since I love it, I put in all the bits that interest to me or lend the kind of color which brings a scene to life in my mind. Later, during author revision, I try to be certain the detail doesn't overburden the action. If something strikes me as too much, I take it out.

Rumor says that you'll have a medieval trilogy out in 2011. What brought on such a drastic change of setting, and where are you going with it?

After decades as an antebellum Louisiana author, my editor at Mira Books requested in late 2008 that I set my next three contracted stories in England as a test of sales potential in that time period. This was exciting as I'd long wanted to do a medieval story, had actually written three pages of one that was received with much encouragement during a workshop at the 2008 Romantic Times convention. After delving into a head-high stack of histories and biographies, I decided to write about the sumptuous late medieval period and the court of Henry VII, father of Henry VIII.

The result is a trilogy filled with early Tudor drama and intrigue which revolves around sisters known as the "accursed Three Graces of Graydon," young women who bring death to any man who attempts to wed them without love. Book one, titled BY HIS MAJESTY'S GRACE, is on my editor's desk, and I just completed the rough draft for book two using a working title of BY GRACE POSSESSED. Book three has a deadline of April 2011 and is little more than a chimera in my head. The three books are scheduled for release in consecutive months beginning in August of 2011.

Many thanks for interest in my work, and for the opportunity to talk with Unusual Historicals. Warmest wishes for all the best with your writing!

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Thank you, Jennifer! Readers, if you would like the chance to win a signed copy of TRIUMPH IN ARMS, please leave a comment or question for Jennifer. Are you interested in New Orleans and its history? Parts of it that grab your imagination? Let us know! I'll draw a name at random in one week. Void where prohibited. Best of luck!

01 April 2010

Excerpt Thursday: Jennifer Blake

This week on Excerpt Thursday we're so tickled to have Jennifer Blake with us as she spreads the word about her February MIRA release, TRIUMPH IN ARMS, set in mid-19th century New Orleans. This is the sixth installment in her Maître d'Armes series.

Join us Sunday when Jennifer will be here to answer questions and talk about her work. You'll also have the opportunity to win a signed copy of TRIUMPH IN ARMS!

The dashing Maîtres D'armes of New Orleans are renowned for their swordsmanship--and their relentless pursuit of their desires!

Once a starveling bootblack, Christien Lenoir has risen to become the sword master known as faucon, the Falcon. When a desperate gambler stakes his plantation in a late-night card game, sharp-eyed Christien antes up. For he wants River's Edge--and the tempestuous widow whose birthright it is. And he will stop at nothing to have both.

Reine Cassard Pingre feels trapped: the only way to keep her beloved home--and her inheritance--is to accept Christien's bold proposal of marriage. Though she instantly despises him, and despite rumors that she had a hand in her husband's mysterious death, Reine cannot dissuade him from wedding...and bedding...her. Their union is electrifying, but the honeymoon may be cut short by the lurid secrets at the heart of River's Edge.
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"No one writes about New Orleans with as much love and passion as Blake. The city comes to life through her charismatic characters whose complicated lives add to the colorful customs, food, culture and vibrancy of the story. Each of her carefully researched novels evokes a long-ago time so beautifully that you are swept into every detail of her memorable story." ~ Romantic Times on the "Masters at Arms" series

"TRIUMPH IN ARMS is another satisfying read by the incomparable Jennifer Blake." ~ A Romance Review, awarded 5 Roses

"Once again, I found Jennifer Blake's story to be a creative work, as have all of them previously written by her. Reine and Christien are both strong-willed characters caught up in a triangle of deception and fear. I look forward, as always, to further creations by this wonderful author." ~ Fresh Fiction

"Historical romance readers are going to fall in love with the swordsmen of New Orleans.... their feelings of honor and loyalty shine through Ms. Blake's words." ~ Writers Unlimited

"A richly detailed portrait of life in Louisiana during the mid-nineteenth century. The main characters come alive under the artistic stroke of this gifted author's pen. Blake's anticipated return to the historical romance proves to be well worth the wait." ~ A Romance Review

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The wail came again, thin, high-pitched, ringing down the hallway outside his bedchamber. Snatching open his sword case on the bedside table, Christien hefted one of the matched blades. He strode to the door, pulled it wide and moved into the long, dark corridor.

Something small and white wavered in the dimness. Abruptly, it sprang toward him.

It was little Marguerite, flinging herself against him, clinging to his legs in wild terror. She shook with sobs between the keening cries, almost too high for human ears, which whistled in her throat.

Down the hall, a door flew open. Light streamed out, a long beam that came closer. Christien turned toward it with his sword in his fist and his free hand holding the child against his side.

Reine stood in the doorway with the lamp held high. Its light spilled over her, catching with blue and orange fire in the shimmering tresses that tumbled around her shoulders, casting mysterious shadows down the white batiste fullness of her nightgown. She stood as still as a statue for an instant, her wide gaze brushing over his bare shoulders, his set features, the sword he held in readiness.

Directly across from where he stood, another door swung wide. A moan came from the dark interior of the room. "Angel of Death! I knew it, I knew it! He's come, come at last. Angel of Death, come for me. I said it, I knew him, I told you, didn't I? I knew it, I knew..."

The anguished and near incoherent muttering grew louder as Madame Cassard staggered into the hall. Her eyes were wide and she clutched a rosary of ivory beads in her hand. She stared at Christien in the dim glow from her daughter's lamp, her features slack and eyes wide as her voice dropped to a whisper.

The trembling in the child grew more violent. Her keening rose once more to a scream that was stifled only as she buried her face against Christien's thigh. She clutched him with the strength of desperation in her small hands.

Ignoring the others, he sank to his heels beside her. He drew her to him, folding her to his chest with his sword still in his hand. "I've got you," he said into her hair as he rocked her. "You're safe now. Hush, ma petite, don't cry. "The loup-garou will never get you, I won't let it. It's gone and I have you now."

Marguerite hiccuped and circled his neck with a small arm, hugging him close. She rested her head on his shoulder, heaved a sigh and was silent.

Reine Pingre moved then, coming toward them in a spreading circle of lamplight that cast her moving shadow over the walls, appearing half avenging goddess, half Madonna. Tears stood in her eyes and her features were blank with the force of her relief. Kneeling beside the two of them in a billow of fine, white fabric, she placed the lamp on the floor then touched her daughter's fair hair, smoothing it gently.

"She will be all right, I think," Christien said in low tones.

"I believe so." Reine lifted her lashes, meeting Christien's gaze while stark gratitude shone in the pure blue of her eyes. "And because of it, you have won River's Edge in truth, Christien Lenoir. If you can keep her safe, keep us all safe, then I will marry you."

02 January 2008

Daily Life: New Orlenas in the Summer

By Christine Koehler

I'm crazy, there's no two ways about it. I looked at the list and thought – "Oh, I should do an early date since I'm busy at the end of the month. The 2nd looks good." That gave me less than a week to come up with a blog about things I've been less-than-successfully researching for a year. I'll include links and book references for those interested in more.

How did the New Orleans inhabitants survive such stifling heat without electricity? No fans, no air-conditioning, food spoiled, they had to have their windows opened for what little breeze could be found, which led to the mosquito (and other bugs) problem. Plus the ever-present threat of a hurricane and the ensuing problems stagnate water caused. How'd they manage?

First, they built well. Not every house could face towards the gulf/river and any prevailing winds, but they used bousillage entre'pateaux (mud between the posts) to insulate their buildings. Made of clay, river sand and moss, it was then plastered and painted, and made a very effective insulation. Everything not made of brick was made of cypress, which rarely rotted.

Then they had a gallery, whose sole purpose was to keep the house shaded. It was used for sleeping when it was too hot, but otherwise for additional entertaining. Each house - plantation, townhouse, or Creole cottage - had very high ceilings to allow the hot air to rise. They also were built higher off the damp ground, and all had porches or galleries of some type for ventilation. The bedrooms were on the second floor, but if the house had a second floor, it had a second gallery.

There was the Cooling Room for the storage of food and wine. Made of brick with large archways (for the support of the above fireplaces), the walls were 18 inches thick. They couldn't have a cellar because of the water levels, but this room was placed under a bower of trees for as much shade as possible.

To catch the inevitable mosquito, along every windowsill the servants placed a bowl of blue water to tempt the pesky bug. The water was sugar water, which didn't necessarily kill the mosquito, but it did trap it for later disposal. I have a memory of seeing this water blue and want to say it was Indigo, but I'm not sure why that'd be so. Anyone?

Next was mosquito netting and rugs. The rugs were also used as an insulator, and the netting, well, as netting against the mosquitoes.

Sources: New Orleans History
Destrehan Plantation
A Young Person's Guide to New Orleans Houses by Lloyd Vogt
Old New Orleans, the Creole City: Its Role in American History 1718-1805 by Olga Hall-Quest
Louisiana: A Guide to the State by American Guide Series
The French Quarter: An Informal History of the New Orleans Underworld by Herbert Asbury
Beautiful Crescent: A History of New Orleans by Joan B. Garvey and Mary Lou Widmer

10 July 2007

New Orleans Pre-1803

I figured I'd actually blog about my unusual historical time this month. Between this blog and several others I am either on or own, it's hard to think of new and exciting things to write about. You'd think a writer would have a plethora of ideas, but frankly mine are all story related.

Bloodlines takes place in the 1790s in New Orleans. Technically this was a Spanish territory then, but the city was such an amalgamation of cultures it was only a technicality. New Orleans was founded in 1718 by Jean Baptiste Le Moyne, sieur de Bienville, and named for the regent of France, Philippe II, duc d'Orleans. It was transferred to Spain in 1763 with the Treaty of Paris, then back to France in 1800 Treaty of San Ildefonso: October 1, 1800 (refusal to give up Louisiana would probably mean war with both the US and France, which was inevitable with France, but Spain couldn't afford that, either) who then sold it to America in 1803–-The Louisiana Purchase.

In 1790, the city was a bustling metropolis, full of life, music, free blacks who made a better living than many whites, upper class white plantation owners, and Yellow fever, smallpox, and cholera epidemics. They had the highest rate of deaths in North America, and gained the moniker of the City of Wet Death.

Searching websites for information on New Orleans' history is impossible, there are so few out there, and what's available skim over pre-Louisiana Purchase history. In April 2005 I went for a week's visit of touring and non-Mardi Gras fun. (Have been there during Mardi Gras, and it's only reinforced my intense dislike of crushing crowds.)

During the vampire tour I learned a lot of great history that seems to be missing from much of what's findable now. For instance, Anne Rice didn't need to do much research outside her city, it was all right there for her to mine. The French government bribed and tricked its women to head to N.O. to continue the colony. Over 1/2 the inhabitants died from cholera and yellow fever in any given year. Individual plantation owners were required, by law, to build and maintain the levees. I guess if they didn't, they'd not only have their own property damage to content with, but a bunch of angry neighbors on their doorstep demanding compensation, too.

I have a ton of other information sitting in a large pile waiting for me to sort through for this story. I've outlined Bloodlines, know the plot itself inside and out, but it's the flavor of the town and era I'm working on. Plus, the more research I do into the city itself, the more I love that history. I now have another three books planned for New Orleans, one during the early days of Reconstruction, one several years later (early 1870s or thereabouts) and one contemporary. They all have Bloodlines as the basis of their plot.

A few books I have on this are:

The French Quarter: An Informal History of the New Orleans Underworld by Herbert Asbury
Beautiful Crescent: A History of New Orleans by Joan B. Garvey and Mary Lou Widmer
Street Names & Picayune Histories of New Orleans by Elaine Lacoste

Plus a bunch of little paperbacks from the plantation I visited. No, I can't remember the name of it, and do you think I can find those paperback? Of course not and I'm in a slight panic about that. They have to be here, but in which pile of books? I heard it survived Katrina. It was about a 30 minute drive outside New Orleans proper, and well worth the tour-truck sickness I endured.