Imagine
if you are subject to the whims of a madman. You cannot refuse him. You
cannot deny him. You must give him what he wants — or die. You know
this to be true because other women have been in the same exact position
and failed.
Plain Jane
presents that very conundrum faced by Jane Seymour, the third wife of
Henry Tudor, known to the rest of the world, and history, as Henry VIII.
Jane
is a woman who, as a child, overheard her parents describe her as
unattractive, fit for a convent that they'd have to pay to take her. Her
lot was to be overlooked in life and love. Or, at least, that's what
she thought.
Life never happens the way one thinks.
Laurien
Gardner presents a very realistic look at the Tudor court, and one of
its pivotal characters. Jane is brought in as a lady-in-waiting for
Queen Catherine, much beloved by the people of England and mother of
Princess Mary — and numerous sons who did not live. Henry's eye alighted
on the queen's French-styled lady-in-waiting, Anne Boleyn, a sassy
wench who has denied the king his prize for a price: marry her and she
will give him sons.
Jane sees this drama unfold from
the front seat: as a lady-in-waiting to the king, she is privy to many
private moments witnessed only by the sovereigns' intimates. She watches
the people in the room closely, ascertaining clues that could save
their very lives if they only watched and listened rather than screaming
and reacting. She knows how Anne could manage the monarch, if she only
tried.
Soon, quite by surprise, she discovers her own chance to do that very thing.
I
was disappointed that we spent so little time with Queen Jane. True,
her reign was very short and little is known about her. However, in that
case, the entire book is speculation based on reasonable information,
so why not spend more time in the marriage and less in the build-up?
Lady Jane became a little tedious in her self-effacement and dismissal
of her own talents and qualities, and exactly what did she think people
would say to her when she was swallowed whole by her violent protector
who could have anyone executed (and proved it with his own beloved
wives)?
We could have used her cousin Francis more to
help illustrate her fate, even flesh out the world outside the chambers
of the regents.
However, I liked the speculation of one
of the least-known women of Henry's kingdom. I've read quite a bit by
other historical novelists who spent time in the Tudor court, and this
was an interesting take on a little-known woman whose life ultimately
shaped England.
Laurien Gardner actually is a pseudonym
of a group of fiction writers who have examined the first three wives
of Henry VIII. I wouldn't mind reading another one to see if it's
equally quick and easy of a read.
Showing posts with label King Henry VIII. Show all posts
Showing posts with label King Henry VIII. Show all posts
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Elizabeth and Greensleeves
Today is the birthday of UK's Queen Elizabeth II. The first Elizabeth of the realm, born a few hundred years earlier, was the daughter of one of England's most famous monarchs, who wrote songs and poetry. This song was attributed to him — and purportedly written for the mother of Elizabeth I.
It's one of my favorite songs, and I'm glad to share it with you today. I challenge you to read it without humming the well-known tune.
Greensleeves
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.
Chorus:
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.
chorus
I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.
chorus
If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.
chorus
My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
chorus
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
chorus
Well, I will pray to God on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
chorus
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.
chorus
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
