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The Chouans and the Downfall of Napoleon - Guest Post by Catherine Delors, Author of “For the King”

Catherine Delors is the author of “Mistress of the Revolution.” Her latest book, which I recently reviewed, is “For the King.” She’s here today giving more background as to some of the different groups that arose after the French Revolution. In particular, the Chouans, who play a large role is “For the King.”
The Chouans
On Christmas Eve 1800, a group of Chouans, royalist insurgents, detonated a bomb along Napoléon Bonaparte’s path. This assassination attempt provides the backdrop of my new novel, FOR THE KING. Readers have asked me for more information about them. Why the name Chouans? What drove them to political violence? Were they a major political force?

First the name comes from one of the early leaders of the insurgency, Jean Cottereau, nicknamed Jean Chouan. Chouan was a colorful character, already in trouble with the law years before the French Revolution for, among other misdeeds, killing a tax collector. Then the Revolution brought many changes. The Constitution Civile du Clergé required priests and nuns to pledge allegiance to the new Constitution of the kingdom, a step many considered a violation of their religious vows. Then King Louis XVI was guillotined. The war against the Austrians and their Prussian allies was off to a disastrous start. Soon the French armies were outnumbered, requiring the legislative body that ruled the country to decree a draft. That was the real trigger for the insurgency.

Jean Chouan

Peasants from the western provinces, already outraged by the persecution of their priests and the execution of their King downright refused to go die in faraway lands for a Republic they loathed. Fight they would, but against it, and from home.

The insurrection turned into a full-blown civil war. Soon the Republic had to fight not only the foreign war, but the Chouannerie in the West. The Chouans called themselves the Catholic and Royal Army. Atrocities were committed aplenty by both sides, but civilian populations bore the brunt of the hostilities. Entire villages were razed, churches burned to the ground, tens of thousands became refugees in their own country. The war raged on for years, with much British gold financing the Chouans, until Bonaparte put an end to the Revolution by the bloodless coup of the 18th Brumaire in 1799.

Bonaparte presented himself as the bearer of national reconciliation after the bloodshed of the Revolution. He offered the Chouans a full amnesty if they would lay down their arms, and he proclaimed the West pacified. Prominent leaders of the Catholic and Royal Army rallied to the new regime, but its most charismatic leader, George Cadoudal, scornfully declined Bonaparte’s offers.

Jean Chouan

Some Chouans went on fighting, engaging Bonaparte’s troops in skirmishes, attacking stagecoaches to steal the hated Republic’s gold, and also rob travelers. In 1800, at the time of FOR THE KING, the West was “pacified” in name only. Towards the fall of 1800, hundreds of Chouans converged on Paris, with the design of assassinating Bonaparte. As explained in FOR THE KING, they came only a few seconds away from succeeding.

They failed in 1800, only to try again in 1804. Again the assassination attempt missed its target, and again Bonaparte deftly used the fallout to crown himself Emperor Napoléon. But the Chouans, though defeated, had not lost the war.
In 1815, when Napoléon was facing an entire Continent united against France at Waterloo, a good part of his troops was far away, in the West, fighting… the Chouans. The insurgency had arisen once again. The Chouans never succeeded in assassinating Napoléon Bonaparte, but they were instrumental in his ultimate defeat.

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Werewolves where? - Guest Post by Maggie Stiefvater, author of Shiver and Linger

Maggie Stiefvater is the author of the Wolves of Mercy Falls trilogy, the first two editions of which - “Shiver” and “Linger” - are available at your local bookstore. She is also the author of the A Gathering of Faerie series.
I get asked a lot about what it is that attracted me to the werewolf legend and how long I’ve been a fan of werewolves and what werewolf novels inspired me. I always feel a little silly when I have to tell readers that I really am not a werewolf person at all. I fell into them by accident — a fortuitous combination of me wanting to write a bittersweet love story and finding a werewolf short story contest at the same time. In my brainstorming for the contest, I put together the plot of Shiver, or “Still Wolf Watching,” as the short story was called. I wasn’t immediately sure that I could pull off an entire novel about werewolves. But I was sure of one thing: if I did, there would be no slobbering.

Technically, my werewolves are shape-shifters (at least that’s what they tell me), not true weres. Because when it’s winter, they are wolves; pure wolves, no touch of humanity. And when it’s summer, they’re humans; no touch of slobbering. I really didn’t want to write horror. I wanted to write about losing your identity, and I didn’t want to bury the pain of that behind a whole bunch of half-human half-wolf antics. It’s difficult to maintain a bittersweet mood when your protagonist’s lover is mauling a check-out clerk. But while being a wolf? Natural wolves are enigmatic and beautiful and sometimes cruel. They don’t need more spectacular special effects. The loss of conscious human thought is enough.

That’s not to say I didn’t read up on werewolves — but apart from laughing over some more hilarious bits of German legends, I found much more to love in wolf documentaries. No danger of me revamping Teen Wolf any time soon.

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Market Making - Guest Post by Richard C. Morais, author of “The Hundred-Foot Journey”

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Richard C. Morais is the author of “The Hundred-Foot Journey,” which I reviewed yesterday and a reporter for Forbes magazine for 25 years. Please see the end of this post for a giveaway.

I learned the value of food as cultural commentary when I was Forbes’ European Bureau Chief, stationed in London. That job routinely parachuted me into remote cities in China, rural villages in Hungary, jungle outposts in Madagascar. The difficulty was, staggering jet-lagged off the plane, I had to quickly get up to speed to write a credible and accurate story on the country’s business or economic scene – even though I had never before set foot in the place. In other words, I had to learn how to convincingly and instantly fake it.

It was under this pressure to produce credible copy in far-flung corners of the globe that I developed my personal reporting technique: I always headed, first thing, to the local food markets and had a meal. When needing to quickly understand where a country is on the global scale of economic development, there is nothing like seeing and smelling and tasting the foodstuffs found at local markets, where the stalls are lorded over by colorful spice merchants, butchers, and fishmongers, and the very air of the market is filled with the farmers’ lively chatter and vicious gossip. It was like magic. You couldn’t help but absorb the country’s state-of-existence – right through your pores.

In the Ugandan capital of Kampala, for example, I went to Rufula, the city’s livestock market. Mesmerized, I followed brown-hide longhorns into the abattoir, where the walls were splattered with blood and the steers’ hacked-off hooves were stacked and sold as a culinary delicacy. An animal was felled before me, hoisted up on hooks and hauled along on chains. When the butcher’s ax fell into the steer’s chest cavity, blood splattered across my shirt. The sickly sweet smell of death hung in the air an stayed in my nostrils for the rest of the day.

From there I went to Nakasero, the vegetable market, where the teenage “coffee boys” guided the newly-arrived farmers, for a fee, to the merchants offering the highest prices for arabica and robusta beans. At the basket-filled spice market, a hallucinatory mix of bay leaves, cinnamon sticks, and vanilla pods greeted me. Meanwhile, over in the 20 square blocks that made up the Owino Market, a kind of biblical-era department store, I watched fascinated as the locals got their hair cut and dyed in the open air. Under the flame trees, women sipping milky tea shelled beans and sold Nile Perch broth or a peanut sauce to go with a starchy-green banana mush called matoke.

It was through these markets that this hardscrabble African nation entered my soul, and the descriptions in the subsequent article made Forbes’ readers in New York or Seattle viscerally understand Uganda’s economic landscape, far more effectively than the dry recitation of per-capita GDP statistics every could.

My senses were aflame. That same trip, near the headwaters of the Nile River as it flowed from Lake Victoria, I had a lunchtime red-curry with the prominent Madhvani family. This was an entirely different sort of an experience. Here we dined on white tablecloths on the family’s homestead’s porch, overlooking their 25,000-acre sugar estate. Pointy-eared Scotties scampered through the garden; strutting peacocks shrieked and fanned their tales. In the far distance, the hills of Africa were airbrushed with a purple hue. The servants served us tea.

It is this tactile taste for ripe-smelling markets and savory meals that mysteriously came to my aid when I turned to fiction. Consciously or not, it helped my protagonist, Hassan Haji, find his way through the culturally diverse worlds of Bombay, London, Lumière and Paris.

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The Power of Friendship - Guest Post by Beth Hoffman, Author of

4603556037 8d1cf465fd m pictureThank you to Beth Hoffman for writing this piece for DevourerofBooks.com. I reviewed Beth’s novel yesterday and, let me tell you, it really made my day when I read it last week. For this post I asked Beth to simply write about what was nearest and dearest to her heart: friendship. Please read to the bottom for giveaway details.

One of the themes in Saving CeeCee Honeycutt is the undeniable power of friendship. True friends see our goodness and flaws, strengths and weaknesses, and they love us for who we are rather than in spite of what we might lack. Throughout my life I’ve valued my friends, and among the most important things I’ve learned is that friendships come in all sorts of surprising ways and shouldn’t be limited by differences in age, background, or race.

The formative years of my childhood were lived on my grandparents’ farm. It was a rural area and there were very few kids to play with, so I was raised among the easy, unhurried ways of older women. From my garden-loving grandma, to the widow who lived up the road and created hand-made paper dolls, to the wise African-American cook who worked for my great aunt Mildred, each one made an indelible impression upon me.

How blessed I was to be exposed to the simple yet oftentimes remarkable words of wisdom that came from interacting with women who had lived through decades that encompassed everything from unexpected joys and triumphs to unspeakable tragedies. Those day-to-day interactions gave me a foundation that has held me up ever since. Never have I heard more profound truths than those that were spoken in my grandmother’s big old kitchen during the hot, humid days of canning season.

Then came the day that I entered first grade. From the moment I took my seat in that tiny classroom, I found myself feeling uncomfortable and awkward. Who were these squealing little people in lace-topped socks and crisp gingham dresses, and what on earth did I have in common with them? I was so accustomed to interacting with older women that the giggling language of girls my own age left me tongue-tied. It took me a long while to adjust to my classmates, and even after I did, I was always glad to return to my grandmother’s kitchen where, as far as I could tell, things just made a whole lot more sense.

When I left my career in interior design and set out to write a novel, it never occurred to me that I would draw so heavily on the simple but rich experiences I had with my grandmother and her friends. But when a little girl named CeeCee arrived in my imagination and her story began to unfold in ways I never would have guessed, the years I spent surrounded by older women gave me the foundation to build upon—those were precisely the kinds of friendships that CeeCee needed during her summer of healing.

An email was forwarded to me not long ago, and as I read it I kept nodding in agreement. I’ve never been able to find out who wrote it, but it sums up so much of what I feel about friendship and I’d like to share it.

Girlfriends

Time passes.

Life happens.

Distance separates.

Love waxes and wanes.

Hearts break.

Careers end.

Parents die.

Colleagues forget favors.

Marriages collapse.

But …

Girlfriends are there no matter how many miles are between them. A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach.

When you walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it for yourself, your girlfriends will be standing on the rim, cheering for you, praying for you, and waiting with open arms at the valley’s end. Sometimes, they’ll even break the rules and walk beside you. Or, they’ll come in and carry you out.

The world wouldn’t be the same without them, and neither would I.

When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible happiness and sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other.

Every day, we need each other still.

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Seeing What You Read: An Author’s Perspective - Guest Post from Kristy Kiernan, author of “Between Friends”

Earlier this week, I told you a little bit about how I read, and asked how you read - specifically about whether or not you visualize characters as you read and, if so, if you use the author’s descriptions to do so - in my post entitled: “Seeing What You Read.” This post emerged from divergent opinions held by Natalie and I about the book “Between Friends” by Kristy Kiernan. Well, the topic elicited a fair amount of discussion, with people coming down on both sides of the issue. A few hours after I posted, I received an email from Kristy Kiernan, who had been following the discussion. She had written out a response, since this is clearly something she has a vested interest in, but hesitated to post it because it got quite long she didn’t want to kill the discussion (as an author posting occasionally is want to do). After a couple of emails back and forth, we decided that I would post her comments as a guest post. I think this is a worthwhile post both because it is interesting to see why she does not choose to describe her characters in detail and also because she raises some bigger questions about publishing and an author’s responsibility to be responsive to her readers. So, without further ado, I give you Kristy’s take on this topic:

It’s difficult to decide if I should pipe up here or not, as it was my book that sparked this discussion, but at the risk of being misread as defensive, I’d love to talk about this, too!

First a disclaimer: A writer is always (or at least by his/her sixth or seventh book!) aware that everyone has their own reading quirks and that s/he won’t always please everyone. The best we can do is to please ourselves first and hope we’re somewhere near the target for a large percentage of other people. I am a reader, first and foremost. I have opinions like any other reader, and that will naturally spill over into what I write. I have great respect for others’ opinions, and offer my own only to add to the discussion of a topic that interests me, a topic that I’ve given a good amount of thought to over the years, not as a defense of my choices as an author.

As a reader I completely skip over character description unless it’s integral to the plot for some reason. Like, say, it’s important to know some physical characteristics of Owen Meany. But other than that, it has been my reader experience that character description is often substituted for character development, and lack of character development is the main reason I will put a book down. I actively dislike it, and it is a deliberate choice to leave it out of my own books.

This is such a point with me, in fact, that I’ve even named it: auburn curls tumbling over the back of her green sweater syndrome. And it loses me as a reader every time. Tumbling auburn curls tell me nothing about a character. How she speaks to her family, how she goes about doing her job, how she feels about the choices she’s made in life, how she deals with the obstacles the author has deviously placed in her way-those are the things that give me a fully-rounded idea of who a character is.

And that takes time. Which, is, of course, why it’s called “development.” Characters are like friends to me, and I don’t care about what my friends look like (though all of mine are shockingly gorgeous, of course!). It has nothing to do with who they are, and who they are won’t be fully revealed to me until we’ve been friends for a while.

However, and this is a big however, this is certainly not the first time this particular criticism has been leveled at one of my books, and I do feel myself beginning to break. Unless you’re in a rarefied position in your publishing career, you’d be a fool to not take note of the things that seem to consistently crop up as issues for readers. And since criticism is nearly always more specific than praise (I frequently hear: “I didn’t like that I didn’t know what the characters looked like.” I rarely hear: “I loved that she left it up to me to visualize what the characters looked like.”), writers do tend to hear specific criticisms whispering in their ear when they start a new book.

So the question turns to: how much do you adjust your own writing style in order to please the largest number of readers? Is it selling out, or being smart? Is it capitulating, or is it learning? It’s a fine line, and it’s something that almost every writer I know struggles with.

Believe it or not, most of us do read nearly everything out there about our books. We read the reviews on Amazon and GoodReads and blogs, we read the responses, we read it all. And we want to please readers - heck, we want to please a lot of readers…or we simply won’t be in this business for long.

So, with my third novel published, and still hearing this criticism from readers (interestingly, I’ve never heard it from anyone within the industry itself, which brings up a whole other issue-are those in the industry in touch with what readers want?), there’s no question that it’s one of those choices I struggle with when writing my new book.

Do I actively change my writing style to suit more readers, despite the fact that I don’t personally like whatever it is? Or is that just stubborn? Am I saying I have nothing left to learn about how to write a book? That seems a little arrogant. Do I, instead, try to learn from it, and then look for a way to include it, but in a way that fits my style? After all, surely I don’t have to use tumbling auburn curls? If I’m talented, shouldn’t I be able to figure out how to balance the cheesiness factor of that kind of construction (my opinion) with my own, more subtle sensibilities?

And that’s where I’m at now. It’s been mentioned too many times for me to ignore it. I am not yet in that rarefied position in which I can. Few are, really, and even if I were, would I want to ignore readers? Another fine line. You can’t please everyone, and trying to is a mighty short trip to insanity.

I’m more than halfway through my new novel, and I have made an effort to include more character description, while trying to not use it as a crutch for character development. We’ll see how it goes.

I know I’ll be reading about it when it comes out though.

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