I’m talking about the ladies of Regency science and my coming release, No Conventional Miss, at the Regency Ramble blog today with historical romance author Ann Lethbridge. The heroine of No Conventional Miss is interested in all sorts of unladylike activities, and this led me to wonder if real women of the Regency ever dared to enjoy such unladylike activities….
Europe – 2015
As I stood on deck, my Paddington hat (see earlier blog post) pulled firmly about my ears, I thought about history, holidays and, more specifically, the heroine in my latest novel, No Conventional Miss.
I was on a European cruise and I realized it was timely that this cruise should occur in the same year as my Regency debut. Continental travel, in the form of the European Grand Tour is, after all, steeped in history and tradition. Indeed, while no Regency hero would travel on anything resembling a modern cruise ship, there are similarities.
Firstly, itinerary – we were in Europe, after all.
The Grand Tour would usually start in Paris before going to Switzerland and then southward to Turin, Florence, Venice, Rome, Naples and the archeological sites of Herculaneum and Pompeii.
Okay, my own itinerary did not include Paris which was an absolute ‘must’ for any Grand Tour but most of the other ports of call were included.
Secondly, purpose – the European tour was not purely for entertainment. It aimed to increase knowledge. Indeed, so serious was this intent, that a tutor or ‘bear-leader’ would form a part of the party. Our cruise did not have a ‘bear-leader’. Truthfully, I had never heard the term before researching this post, but we had a travel advisor with fascinating power-point presentations – does that count?
Besides I had to look at my own motivation. This cruise was, in part, a graduation present for my eldest daughter and I recognized that while sun-tanning and shopping might be first on her agenda, I sought something else.
In Regency times, a European Grand Tour aimed to increase sophistication and thus prepare the individual for leadership. While my 18 year old is quite sophisticated enough (believe me!), I acknowledged a similarity of purpose. I had chosen Europe for a reason. It was not for the food, the hot tubs or swimming pools – delightful as these were – or even the Prada shoe store. And anyone who knows me, knows I love shoes.
No, I wanted this trip to provide my daughter with a brush with culture, an opportunity to see Roman aqueducts, to step into buildings more than a thousand years old and to discover a world, so much older than our own country of Canada.
There is an allure, an enchantment surrounding the antiquities which bridges the centuries. Paul and Rilla in No Conventional Miss share this fascination. And while Rilla, as a female, would be unlikely to partake in much European travel until later in the 1700s, Paul had traversed the continent.
Indeed, his travels were quite similar to my own and while he would not have donned swim trunks or competed in a belly flop competition – would any Regency gentleman!?! – he would have marveled at Pompeii’s ruins. He would have stepped into the solemn silence of the Sistine Chapel and admired Michel Angelo’s David.
There is, it appears, a common need to connect with our forebears, to learn from the Ancients and to feel a continuity and connection with the very best of human endeavors.
Perhaps that is why I love and write historical fiction. It explores emotions and reactions to those whose experiences differ from our own and yet are invested with so many similarities.
Because the human experience, from whatever period, is one of joy and grief, of excitement and pain. It demonstrates that which is the very best and the very worst within our nature.
And it is always fascinating.
• Keep an eye on this space for notes from my European travel!
And so, as we stopped at each place, I monitored my own reactions and wondered how my hero and heroine might have reacted, what they would have seen and whether things were better…worse…the same.
And I celebrated that continued curiosity which represents the very best of the human experience.
However, one similarity is that travellers often published personal accounts of the Grand Tour . This provides us with wonderful information . Examples include, Jeremy Black, Joseph Addison, John Andrews, William Thomas Beckford, whose Dreams, Waking Thoughts, and Incidents was a published account of his letters back home in 1780, embellished with stream-of-consciousness associations, William Coxe, Elizabeth Craven, John Moore, tutor to successive dukes of Hamilton, Samuel Jackson Pratt, Tobias Smollett, Philip Thicknesse, and Arthur Young. Lord Byron’s letters to his mother with the accounts of his travels have also been published. The letters written by sisters Mary and Ida Saxton of Canton, Ohio in 1869 while on a six-month tour offer insight into the Grand Tour tradition from an American perspective
The British made this tour most popular during the 17th and 18th centuries and it usually began in Dover. Unlike my own cruise, young gentleman, as opposed to women, would be the most likely travellers – at least until the advent of the railway.
Somewhat similar to Facebook or my own blog for that matter.
From 1813 through 1815 harvests were generally lower than expected in many countries, largely because of a strong El Niño “warm event” which caused droughts in some regions and floods in others (10). However, 1816 was truly calamitous for most of the continent—a year “without summer” in most high latitude temperate zones as a result of volcanic dust blanketing high altitudes after a major volcanic eruption in 1815 in Indonesia (11). Heavy rains during spring months were followed by snow in June and July
Now, at last, I have arrived in the First City of the world! … All the dreams of my youth have come to life … In other places one has to search for the important points of interest; here they crowd in on one in profusion.”
These impressions of Rome were noted down by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in 1786. His “Italian Journey” (published in 1816-1817) abounds in inspired reflections of the city’s architectural and artistic treasures. Throughout the 18th and 19th centuries, Rome excited similar interest of countless travelers from across Europe, many of whom left invaluable visual and written records of their journeys. However, it is not difficult to imagine such thoughts as Goethe’s being written down by a contemporary traveler to Rome. To this day, the seat of Europe’s ancient Classical heritage has continued to invoke widespread awe and delight. A desire to see firsthand the finest specimens of art and architecture documented by 18th- and 19th-century Grand Tourists has led the members of the research team Ana Šverko, Ivica Čović, Irena Kraševac, and Iva Raič Stojanović to undertake a tour of their own and visit the Eternal City.
The architect Charles Robert Cockerell (1788-1863) was encouraged to travel at a young age, so that he might draw inspiration from the great works of European architecture. However, when the Napoleonic Wars made parts of the continent inaccessible to Englishmen, his eye was turned towards southern Europe and the Ottoman Empire. This version of the Grand Tour took up seven years, during which he recorded the events in his journals. There his observations would have remained had it not been for the editorial labours of his son, Samuel Pepys Cockerell (1844-1921), who published the present work in 1903. The narrative takes in such cities as Constantinople, Athens, Florence and Rome. Touching also on friendships made with such figures as Byron, the text gives a sense of what continental travel was like at that time and how the architecture of the past continued to captivate designers in the modern age.
The typical 18th-century sentiment was that of the studious observer traveling through foreign lands reporting his findings on human nature for those unfortunate enough to have stayed home. Recounting one’s observations to society at large to increase its welfare was considered an obligation; the Grand Tour flourished in this mindset.
The Grand Tour not only provided a liberal education but allowed those who could afford it the opportunity to buy things otherwise unavailable at home, and it thus increased participants’ prestige and standing. Grand Tourists would return with crates of art, books, pictures, sculpture, and items of culture, which would be displayed in libraries, cabinets, gardens, and drawing rooms, as well as the galleries built purposely for their display; The Grand Tour became a symbol of wealth and freedom. Artists who especially thrived on Grand Tourists included Carlo Maratti, who was first patronized by John Evelyn as early as 1645, Pompeo Batoni the portraitist, and the vedutisti such as Canaletto, Pannini and Guardi. The less well-off could return with an album of Piranesi etchings.
After the arrival of steam-powered transportation, around 1825, the Grand Tour custom continued, but it was of a qualitative difference — cheaper to undertake, safer, easier, open to anyone. During much of the 19th century, most educated young men of privilege undertook the Grand Tour. Germany and Switzerland came to be included in a more broadly defined circuit. Later, it became fashionable for young women as well; a trip to Italy, with a spinster aunt as chaperon, was part of the upper-class woman’s education, as in E. M. Forster‘s novel A Room with a View.
Robert Spencer, 2nd Earl of Sunderland (1640–1702), painted in classical dress in Rome by Carlo Maratti
However, perhaps the most famous Florentine love story, without any doubts, belongs to Francesco I dei Medici and Bianca Cappello. Bianca was the descendant of a famous Venetian family. In 1563 she fell in love with Florentine Pietro Bonaventura, ran away with him to Florence and soon got married. But during a reception, Bianca met Francesco de ‘Medici and these two young people fell in love with each other at first sight. Although Francesco already had wife Giovanna, this did not prevent him from relationship with Bianca. Soon Giovanna died in mysterious circumstances, so the lovers did not have to hide any more. Finally, they got married and Bianca became wife of the Grand Duke of Tuscany. After eight happy years, during their rest in Poggio a Caiano country villa, one evening they suddenly felt bad and having a temperature. Francesco I died 10 days later, Bianca passed away on the 11th. Over the years, many people were in search for the answer, what happened to the most famous Florentine couple, but the version of poisoning with arsenic is not confirmed yet.
Books are an essential part of Summer and to truly enjoy a sizzling summer read, one needs appropriate accessories. Sadly, I recently lost my favorite summer hat. Actually, it’s likely somewhere in my house, hidden either by an evil poltergeist or a fashion conscious family member. Therefore, before properly enjoying the sizzling Summer season, a new hat was essential.
Truthfully, I have never had the best experience with hats. I blame genetics. My grandmother set her bonnet alight with a cigarette while my mother had a brief experience with a fascinator in the 1980s, strutting around the Vancouver streets with a feathery object perched on her Margaret Thatcher do—long before anyone in Vancouver had even heard of a fascinator. Actually, we were largely ignorant about such headgear until Will and Kate’s wedding.
But back to my sizzling Summer. A suitable recplacement hat popped out at me during a recent shopping trip. It had a pleasantly neutral pattern, wide brim and would make me, I felt certain, resemble a 1950s movie star. Perfect. Moreover, I had recently embraced a pseudonym with Harlequin – Eleanor Webster – and I felt certain this elegant moniker would improve my hat karma.
Eleanor absolutely sounded like a hat person – a driving to Monte Carlo in a sports car with a flowing scarf and sunglasses sort of hat person? I purchased the hat.
Back at home, I tried it on. I pirouetted and awaited the adulation due to someone with good hat Karma.
My oldest daughter raised those immaculate eyebrows, “You look like-:
My younger daughter wrinkled her nose, “You look like-“
My husband looked abstractly up from his IPAD, “You look like-“
Paddington? A.K.A. a small bear with sticky marmalade-covered paws!
So much for Eleanor and improved hat karma!
I snorted and removed the offending headgear. However I refused to relegate it to a back corner. After all, a summer sizzling read is all about the imagination; one is transported to opulent mansions , oceans and heather-covered hills. One’s activities are no longer confined to daily chores but revolve around espionage and adventure. One’s companions are not the familiar spouse or child but rakes and bad boy billionaires.
So, in the midst of such great imaginative feats turning oneself from a small Peruvian bear into a glamorous movie star is no great hurdle.
Not to mention the added storage benefit – if I get hungry, I can always chow down on a marmalade sandwich.