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Betsy Prioleau on Sirens in Spectacles

I’m so jazzed for today’s post! I came to know and love Betsy Prioleau‘s work long before I wrote my first book, when some lovely person gave me a copy of her Seductress: Women Who Ravished the World and Their Lost Art of Love. What a tremendous read it was…filled with all kinds of interesting women and fascinating tidbits from a long history of smart, sexy females.

I am fairly clamoring for the book she has out today – Swoon: Great Seducers and Why Women Love Them – in part because I know it’s going to be another fascinating look at an undiscussed part of history, and in part because (and this will come as a surprise, I’m sure) I love a rake. I love a scoundrel. I love a rogue. I’m a swooner. And so, this book is clearly about me. And, I’m guessing, not a little bit about you.

When I spoke to Betsy about joining Girls Who Wear Glasses month in celebration of the heroine of One Good Earl Deserves a Lover (and her swoony hero), she knew immediately who she would write about…and I knew immediately that it would be a fabulous story.

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Stunning Sophie, sans spectacles.

Stunning Sophie, sans spectacles.

A Bespectacled Siren of Eighteenth-Century Paris

Paris in the mid-eighteenth century was not a time for girls who wore glasses. Spectacles had large, round steel frames, often without stems, and were such objects of shame that a lady would sooner leave home in her shift as wear eyeglasses in public. Yet the bespectacled Sophie Volland edged out all the 20/20 beauties and won the most desired, handsomest ladies’ man in Europe.

Enlightenment philosopher Denis Diderot was a celebrated favorite of women and veteran of many affairs when he met Sophie in 1756. He was forty-three and she, three years younger—a “spinster” (perhaps due to a past indiscretion) from a prosperous family who lived with her mother in a Parisian townhouse.

Diderot fell “suddenly, violently, and enduringly” in love with her at first sight, and remained faithful until her death. Little is known about her because her letters to him have vanished, but she was a great reader and a lively, angular free spirit who spoke her mind with “manish” authority.

Their passionate liaison lasted twenty years with stolen assignations in her Paris bedroom and her country house in Isle-sur-Marne. He adored her just as fervently over time, he wrote, and when he pictured her most lovingly, he imagined her “chattering,” and “standing erect” behind an armchair with “her spectacles on her nose.”

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I love this story — because it just goes to show that girls who wear glasses most definitely get passes. Thanks so much for joining us today, Betsy! 

Let’s talk about famous rakes, shall we? I know…I’m twisting your arm! Tell me which famous scoundrel (historical or otherwise), you’d like to try your hand at seducing in comments. One lucky commenter (US only, sorry!) will win Betsy’s Seductress! (Winner chosen on Wednesday!)


Happy Guy Fawkes’ Day!

Today, I’m over at The Ballroom Blog talking about Guy Fawkes’ Day…a holiday that is near and dear to me for lots of reasons…not the least of which is that it’s a holiday that is near and dear to Simon & Juliana from Eleven Scandals.

And this year, as I’ve watched the news–beginning with the Arab Spring in the beginning of the year and ending more recently with the Occupy Wall Street protests across America– Guy Fawkes and the way history repeats itself have been in my mind. What Guy Fawkes and the Gunpowder Plot teaches us is that a dissatisfied populous can make change…but that violent dissension will always end badly. In his case, with a straw man on top of a bonfire being mocked by small children.

The following is cross-posted from The Ballroom Blog:

Remember, remember
the fifth of November,

the gunpowder, treason & plot. 

I know of no reason
why Gunpowder Treason 

Should ever be forgot!

My mom is British, so I grew up knowing about Guy Fawkes and the foiled Gunpowder Plot to blow up Parliament and install a Catholic monarch, although for 5, 6 and 7-year-old Sarah, it was more about lighting a bonfire and watching fireworks than about a history lesson.

But if you’ll forgive me, I’m just going to tell you a few cool things, history-lesson-style: You see, Guy Fawkes wasn’t just a crazy guy with a wheelbarrow full of explosives (though certainly he was that). He’s a pervasive part of our culture today–Guy was the model for Satan in Milton’s Paradise Lost…and his “Guy” is the origin of our slang, “guy,” which was NOT a complimentary descriptor for a very long time. From the Online Etymology Dictionary: Guy: n. “fellow,” 1847, originally Amer.Eng.; earlier (1836) “grotesquely or poorly dressed person,” originally (1806) “effigy of Guy Fawkes,” leader of the Gunpowder Plot to blow up British king and Parliament (Nov. 5, 1605), paraded through the streets by children on the anniversary of the conspiracy.

My fascination with the day itself shouldn’t come as a surprise to those of you who have read Eleven Scandals. I’ll confess, I planned the whole Love By Number series so that Simon and Juliana could have their night in the country on November 5th…with bonfires and fairs and festivals and revelers. And now that Eleven is published and Simon and Juliana are real, I love Guy Fawkes’ Day even more now than I did before.

ASIDE: A few years ago, my husband and I rented V for Vendetta…which is a post-modern Guy Fawkes story. For those of you who haven’t seen the movie, here’s all I’ll say about it: It is NOTHING like what you think it will be. The trailer is atrocious and captures about 1/30th of the actual plot. Hugo Weaving is astounding, considering he spends the entire film behind a Guy Fawkes mask, and the story is really really compelling. I know, I know…you’re saying, “But in the previews she’s bald! and wearing a burlap sack!” Yes. Yes she is. And I honestly have no idea why that is what they picked for the preview…because it’s so not what the movie is. 

For your viewing pleasure…V:

 Happy Guy Fawkes’ Day, all!


Vive La France!


Today is a national holiday in France: Bastille Day, which is something like the fourth of July, if the fourth of July included fireworks from the Eiffel Tower and fresh baked croissants at Notre Dame.
On July 14, 1789, Paris was, according to François Mignet, “intoxicated with liberty and enthusiasm” (LOVE THIS PHRASE) and they’d had enough with French nobility doing whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. So they stormed the Bastille, which was a teeny prison at the center of Paris (and only had 7 prisoners inside at the time) but made one heckuva metaphor.
The fall of the Bastille is largely considered the critical moment in the start of the French Revolution (very very similar to the American Revolution that began 13 years earlier) along with the Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen, which is a fantastic document (100% worth reading) and includes the following line relating to freedom of speech and of the press that I love like WHOA: The free communication of ideas and opinions is one of the most precious of the rights of man. Every citizen may, accordingly, speak, write, and print with freedom, but shall be responsible for such abuses of this freedom as shall be defined by law.

Anywho…It’s no surprise that I heart all things French.  I mean, who can’t get behind a nation that gave us the baguette, champagne, the Statue of Liberty, coq au vin, the Chanel bag, and Eric Ripert? 

What’s your favorite thing about France?  Or the French?  Tell me in comments, and I’ll choose one person next Wednesday to win a paperback copy of The Season (which boasts both a French Baron & a French modiste)!

And Happy Bastille Day!