Thursday, 9 December 2010

Review: Vampire Empire Book 1: The Greyfriar by Clay & Susan Griffith

Paperback: 320 pages
Publisher: Pyr (November 18, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1616142472
Genre: steampunk, fantasy

Synopsis:

1870 seemed to be the beginning of the end of the human race - vampires, half mythical creatures lurking in the shadows since time immemorial - finally came out of their graveyards and tombs. They decided to attack western civilizations in the northern zone, climatically the best suited for them, and by doing so to gain access to unlimited free food supplies. The civilized world of humans, totally unprepared for such an enemy, collapsed under the attack in a matter of five years. Human leaders fled south, creating new countries in Africa, South America and Asia while those of their former subjects who were left behind became blood slaves of the conquerors.

A century and a half later, the world remains divided between the vampire and human zones which might be called the North (vampires) and the South (people). Every side prepares to war as nobody is satisfied with their current status quo. Humans rely on the advance of their technology – steel, chemical weapons, quick-firing arms and airships- ignoring the spiritual field and religions of any denomination. Vampires rely on their superior senses and ruthlessness. It seems all sides are in for a surprise.

The Equatorian heiress to the throne, Princess Adele, with her younger brother, Simon, is on a state tour of the northern border free city-states (like Marseilles) when British vampire-in-chief Prince Cesare organizes a successful kidnapping action. The stranded princess meets a mysterious half-legendary (and obviously very lonely) freedom fighter, known as the Greyfriar, but even his amazing skills are not able to save her – she is taken to London and held as a hostage. This event, though, seals a treaty between the two human superpowers, Equatoria and America, and a plan to attack jointly the vampire empires in Europe. After all Princess Adele has recently got engaged to a powerful American senator Clark, a renowned vampire killer, to make such an attack not only possible but also successful. Now she is missing in action - will her fiance be able to save her from the clutches of one of the most cruel vampire warlords? Will this experience change Adele’s outlook on life? Are all vampires as bad as they seem to be?

 
Vampire lore:

The authors decided to present vampires in a different way for what I am truly grateful. Firstly vampires are born not made; they constitute simply a different species apart from the Homo Sapiens; they also age and some of them don't age well. While vampires need humans to survive, humans would be better off without such deadly parasites.

Secondly vampires come with flaws – apart from the fact that not all of them are beautiful their sense of touch is very limited (so they don’t feel pain when injured, even very seriously, but they are also a tad clumsy) and their creativeness is pretty much non-existent. Most of them can’t read or write (well, what’s the point, after all, when you live over 800 years and have seen all these historical events?). High temperatures make them sluggish and drowsy – apparently they can’t survive in tropical climate for long. Vampires’ main defense mechanisms are their sight, smell and hearing, superior even to the senses of dogs and cats, their fastness and the fact that they can regenerate very quickly. They can also fly (or maybe rather float changing their density at will) and they speak their own language (but if they want to they can learn human languages as well.)


What I liked:

When I first heard and read about this book I immediately assumed it was intended to appeal to young adult female readers and, as such, ride the well-worn coattails of Twilight - a romantic trio etc etc. The word “steampunk” and some reviews, posted before the release, caught my attention, though. Well, it is an example that you really shouldn’t judge a book by the cover (and the cover of this book is quite nice btw).

The Griffith's have created a very interesting world and their take on the vampires is unique. The book might be also perceived as a paranormal futuristic spin to the Cold War. The story line is fast-paced (but if you are a more demanding reader you should ignore the plausibility factor from time to time) and the characters – well-rounded. I also loved the mixture of different themes, scattered around the plot: I found some borrowings from “Romeo and Juliet”, “Zorro”, “Beauty and the Beast”, “V for Vendetta”, “The North and the South” – the list might be continued! I am also curious about the future clash of spirituality and technology in Equatoria – it really sounds good!

Last but not the least: both male and female main leads are very likeable. There is no romantic triangle in view (well done!). I found Princess Adele to be a compassionate, resourceful, and truly kick-ass heroine despite her high position. The Greyfriar turns out to be far more complex than an ordinary “Zorro-type” hero who saves damsels in distress (and I really can’t write anything more because it would be a huge spoiler).

What I didn’t like:

I must admit it - some of the scenes were a bit cheesy,  kind of taken straight from a B class adventure movie (or a graphic novel). I also hope there will be more politics and less slaughter in the next parts– I do understand some fighting scenes are necessary in such a book but honestly, after a while you might feel a bit tired by the cadavers and the carnage. It is good when the characters can plan and think, not only wield a sabre.

The final verdict:

So far so good but let’s wait for other installments – it is supposed to be a trilogy, after all!

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

40 Famous Females and Their All-Time Favorite Reads

We Have a Galaxy of Great Books


It seems that behind every famous woman there is at least one famous book which has helped her making an outstanding career. Preity Smith contacted me sending the link to one awesome article that shows clearly how true that statement is. Here is one excerpt:

"Famous women, whether they’re actresses, journalists, writers or athletes, can serve as role models to women, and men, all around the world. While you probably shouldn’t emulate everything these famous women do, when it comes to reading they can help recommend some seriously great books you might not have to read for college or know to pick up at your local library. Here are forty celebrity women and the books they love, which might just become the books you love too."

Would you like to find out more? Here is the link to the whole list:


http://www.associatesdegree.com/2010/11/30/40-famous-females-and-their-all-time-favorite-reads/
 ENJOY!
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Emblematic still life with flagon, glass, jug and bridle.

The title of this painting should rather be: "Emblematic and mysterious (but now totally still) life of Johannes Torrentius". Let me explain you why. First, though, I would like you to pay closer
attention to the inscription painted over sheet music at the bottom of this picture. It reads:

ER + Wat buten maat bestaat, int onmaats qaat verghaat.

Translation (one of the versions at least, the second one will be presented later): 'That which exists out of measure perishes in evil immeasurably'.
ER + means most probably: Eques Rosae Crucis, Knight of the Rose Cross.


The only known Torrentius painting with the seal of King Charles I on it – the one presented above - was discovered by J.J. van Deinse in a grocery store in the eastern Dutch town of Enschede; it had served as the lid on a barrel with raisins. This fact and an essay I’ve read long ago made me incredibly curious about the life of its author; searching here and there I found ton of surprises and some secrets as well.

Let me present our hero.  He was originally called Johannes Simonsz (so the son of Simon) van de Beeck (literally: of the brook). His Latin pseudonym, Torrentius, is derived from the word torrens; as an adjective is means rushing, seething, burning, parched but as a noun “a rapid brook”, a torrent”  – two opposite elements, fire and water, in one name. After reading biographies of this Dutch painter I had to admit he chose his nom-de guerre with simply prophetic intuition.

He was born in Amsterdam in 1589. Nothing is known of his childhood or the apprenticeship years, who taught him and how long. We know, however, that at the beginning of his independent artistic career Torrentius was not only popular but also rich – no mean feat in a country famous of such great painters as Rembrandt and Frans Hals. Constantijn Huygens, the secretary to Frederik Hendrik, Prince of Orange, rated Torrentius even higher than Rembrandt, imagine that. He claimed that the painter was a real miracle-worker in the depiction of lifeless objects, so fashionable and prized by the connoisseurs. It wasn’t Torrentius’s only specialty, though. The second one was far more scandalous - obscene genre scenes, sometimes presented in mythological settings, a kind of smut for the rich. As you see he was a very different character from the usual workmanlike Dutch painter of the 17th century - perhaps he was a knight but not in the true sense of the word. Huyghens was well aware of that. He added: ”When it comes to the life and mores of that man I will not like Cato judge him”. These were kind words indeed as Huygens also mentions Torrentius’s atheism and how he ridiculed the Bible. What’s more, Johannes was a libertine, blasphemer and womanizer. It seems that in his heydays the painter behaved much like a modern-day pop star or any other naughty celebrity, causing havoc wherever he decided to show up with his own retinue of men and women. He used to wander from an inn to a pub, from a pub to a public house and his feasts were long, loud and shockingly lewd, allegedly including drinking a toast to the devil and group sex with prostitutes. Some people called him just an epicurean, others used more harsh words: “in summa seductor civium, impostor populi, corruptor iuventutis, stupator feminarum" (my own not very good translation:  ” in short a man who beguiled citizens, duped people, corrupted youth, broke faith with women”).


Torrentius was supposedly a handsome guy (but IMHO not in the only portrait of him I managed to find, well, see it yourself on the right); he dressed according to the latest fashion and his style was elegant and refined. He led a life of rich and famous, he had a lackey and a horse. Torrentius married in 1612 but soon enough the relations between him and his wife, Neeltgen van Camp, soured and ended in a divorce. Well, he had it coming for sure. He was even briefly thrown into jail for failing to pay his former wife her alimony in 1621. Perhaps he forgot or maybe he was too busy to remember. That short stint was just a thin end of the wedge, a harbinger of darker times ahead. Six years afterwards, in 1627, Torrentius was accused of being a Rosicrucian, adherent of atheistic and Satanic beliefs.

Rosicrucianism was a secret society of mystics, said to have been founded in late medieval Germany by Christian Rosenkreuz. It holds a doctrine or theology "built on esoteric truths of the ancient past", which, "concealed from the average man, provide insight into nature, the physical universe and the spiritual realm”. It was associated with Protestantism and in particular Lutheranism.
The Rosicrucians initially enjoyed a great degree of hospitality in Netherlands but it did not last long. Protestant orthodoxy simply didn’t tolerate the freedom of investigation of the Rosicrucians, nor did they accept their philosophical theories alien to the Bible.
18° Knight of the Rose Croix jewel (from the M...Image via Wikipedia

In 1623 an investigation was made against the Fraternity of the Rose-Croix by the assembled Councils of Holland, Zealand and Friesland and the Faculty of Theology of Leyden was asked for their opinion. This opinion stated that certain persons calling themselves Brothers of the Rose-Croix, who have had their residence in the City of Paris, had now come to the United Provinces and that they were occupied in matters very detrimental to the interests of the State, and that their sect was very unorthodox. Their decision was communicated to Magistrates of Haarlem with a request that a certain Torrentius, as one of the principal adherents of the sect, be particularly watched. The Rosicrucians of Holland held their meetings in Prince of Orange’s own Palace at the Noordeinde Street in The Hague but apparently his protectorate meant little.

Torrentius as a defendant behaved with intelligence and dignity; he didn’t plead guilty so he was tortured. Soon it was obvious the verdict had been passed even before the process started - no attention was given to witnesses for the defense, no possibility for an appeal was offered. On January 25, 1628 a judgment from five noted advocates of The Hague pronounced him guilty of "blasphemy against God and avowed atheism, at the same time as leading a frightful and pernicious lifestyle”. His works were ordered to be burned; their author - sentenced to be burned alive as well, but the sentence was commuted to one of 20 years’ imprisonment in the Tuchthuis (the Haarlem house of detention) - a slow and cruel death of a long-forgotten prisoner. Imagine the situation: a highly successful and very popular painter with friends in very high places, some of them being members of the same fraternity, is all of a sudden sentenced in an almost inquisitorial and definitely unjust process. The verdict was excessive, even by 17th century standards – in order to see how excessive, let’s compare it with two other cases.

In 1596 an ambitious shoemaker was accused of blasphemy. The man had taught himself Latin and Hebrew so he could study the Bible in original languages. During these studies he reached a conclusion that Christ was only a human being. He decided to share this knowledge with his family and friends. He could have been burned at the stake but one of the Amsterdam’s mayors decided that the Church had already punished the shoemaker, expelling him from the fold; he was set free. In 1642 a Francis van den Meurs was imprisoned in Amsterdam. He didn’t believe in the Divine nature of Christ and the immortality of human soul and dared to announce it to all and sundry. After seven months of confinement he was set free too. No tortures, no disgrace, no long-term sentences.

The difference in treatment and punishment of Torrentius was indeed huge. Of course the painter loved scandal more than his own job and yes, he led a dissolute life and crowed about it in a society proud of its prudishness. These accusations would hardly qualify as good reasons to sentence anybody to be burnt alive or to 20 years in prison, though. There must have been something more serious, a political reason no doubt. Small wonder Torrentius’s friends in high places decided to intervene as soon as the dust settled a bit.

After having been notified by Sir Dudley Carleton, the British ambassador in The Hague, Charles I of England brought about Torrentius's release in 1629 with the strong support of the Prince of Orange. The painter had to pay huge court costs and solemnly swear that he would go to England immediately and never return to Holland again. Of course Torrentius did what he was told, keeping  in mind the alternative - he went into exile. In England he was hired by the king as Court Painter. Charles I got a genius artist in return and rather cheaply so the deal seemed to be sweet for both sides. Nobody knows what Torrentius was really doing in England and how he perceived the new situation. He allegedly resumed his former profession though without his former success, according to Walpole in his "Painters in the Reign of Charles I”: "giving more scandal than satisfaction". Well, scandal was also one of his specialties after all; if the king didn’t know it he must have been deaf and blind.
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Torrentius stayed in England for 12 years, and then, around 1642, decided to return to Amsterdam . I really can’t guess or understand why he did that for. It is true this date coincides with a major unrest on the British Isles, namely the First Civil War (with two others on the horizon) as a result of which the king literally lost his head, but really nobody in their right mind would return to a homeland where a long prison sentence awaited them at best. I suppose Torrentius could have chosen another court and another country even if he had to leave England causing one scandal too many. He returned home. Perhaps he was dead tired of unstable life at a court and/or of having a king as a sponsor; maybe the painter wanted to live again on his own. Perhaps he was homesick and he thought that his compatriots had forgotten about him and would let him be. If the latter was true he couldn’t have been more wrong. The move was simply suicidal. The second process ensued almost immediately (after all he did break his word ) but we know close to nothing about the charges. We only know Torrentius was tortured again. He died a broken man two years after returning, in 1644, most likely as a result of the rough treatment. I wasn't able to find whether he died in prison or at home. His paintings died with him, apart from this one; ironically it was saved for a very mundane reason - just because a shopkeeper needed a lid for his barrel. The ghosts of other pictures exist only as very short descriptions scattered here and there.

In the inventory of the collection of Charles Ist we find a rather concise but meaningful note about three unknown paintings of Torrentius: „One is an Adam and Eve, his flesshe uery ruddy, theye show there syde face. The other is a woman pissing in a mans eare. The last of those 3 is a young woman sitting somwhat odly with her hand under her legg".Definitely scandalous stuff. Kramm, writing in the first middle of 17th century describes a painting entitled “The Portrait of a Theologian”. The painting consisted of two pannels, one covering the other, not unlike La Maya Desnuda and La Maya Vestida painted by Francisco Goya century or so later; in the first, you could see the said theologian, no problem. What do you think would be in the other? A biblical scene? A landscape? A metaphor of diligence or piety? No it was a scene from a whorehouse, rendered in a very artistic way but definitely shocking in comparison.
Johannes van der Beeck, Emblematic still life ...Image via Wikipedia


At the end, let's return to the painting, presented above. The bridle is a warning to keep your desire in check. The page of music contains the text which other version of  translation I would like to quote now. It says: 'If you ignore the tempo, you will succumb to untempered evil.' It is a warning that one should maintain a sense of right proportion in life, just as in music. Overindulgence in drinking or smoking tobacco should be curbed for your own good. That's why the water flagon and wine jug flank the roemer (the big translucent wine glass in the middle was called roemer), for if wine is diluted with water its intoxicating effect is tempered. Nice and very virtuous but...the text itself contains a mistake (one word - 'qaat' - lacks a letter; it should be written 'quaat' meaning 'bad') and that mistake is repeated in the score ('h' note instead of 'b' note) - an example of 'diabolus in musica', the intentional breach of harmony. Two mistakes in the same place...done on purpose or just a coincidence? Was it a meaningful wink at a more incisive viewer?  Did it mean the painter himself didn't intend to agree with the message of his painting?  Torrentius at his best – I can almost hear his laughter.

My sources:

http://rosaecrucius.blogspot.com/2008/08/ian-s-torrentius-pictor-et-eques-rosae.html
http://uk.ask.com/wiki/Torrentius
http://books.google.pl/books?id=drtcRegkDQ4C&dq=torrentius&source=gbs_navlinks_shttp://www.eximus.14lo.lublin.pl/belfer/martwa_natura.htm

Uit het Land van Katoen en Heide, part I (1925) by J.J. van Deinse, article "Een merkwaardige vondst", page 466 - 477
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Sunday, 5 December 2010

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Busting the Newbie Blues

If you are a blogger you can share your expertise (or lack of thereof - in my case at least) participating in this nice event. First visit here and then take the right questionnaire, answer the questions and post them on your blog. I decided to participate just to summarize my several blogging months so far. Thanks Small Review for coming up with such a good idea and organizing  the event! I love the button btw!

  • When did you start your blog? I started this year in June. I was bored. 
  • Why did you start your blog? Because I was encouraged to do so and I found it a great way to share my passion - reading books - and share my views.
  • What has been the biggest challenge you’ve faced so far? Did you make any mistakes new bloggers can learn from? The biggest challenge...writting in more or less flawless English. It is not my mother tongue, you know. Mistakes....er... just look around. There have been plenty of them. I have had problems with the design of my blog too. Patience is the key - that and a good dictionary.
  • What did you find most discouraging about being a new blogger? How did you deal with this? Lack of time can discourage you ok. Lack of followers and comments too. You visit other blogs and you see there are over 500 followers or more and you think 'I am a lousy blogger, I have nothing interesting to say, I will never ever have so many comments...'How do I deal? I keep remembering why I am doing this - for fun, for joy, for fun for joy...etc..and I eat chocolate.
  • What do you find most encouraging? When somebody decides to follow and/or  comment I am overjoyed and so grateful I could kiss my elderly neighbour (and you should see her to understand the scale of my joy...)
  • What do you like best about the blogs you read? Have you tried to replicate this in your blog? When I read a great review I almost always try to replicate it but in my own fashion.I like honest, open opinions and good sense of humour.
  • What do you dislike about blogs you’ve read? Do you try to avoid this? I dislike repetitiveness of style. I dislike insincere comments.
  • Do you have any advice for new bloggers? Find your own voice and keep it. Be honest no matter what. Have fun and learn new things all the time.
  • How did you bring your blog to the attention of so many people? Er...really not a question I can answer. I have 16 followers. I appreciate their presence very much although it is not a huge crowd. I am not sure I want a lot of followers. Quality not quantity.
  • Is there anything else you’d like to share about your experience? No, that's all I suppose.

    Friday, 3 December 2010

    Review: “When Will There Be Good News?” by Kate Atkinson

    Synopsis:

    This book is a continuation of two previous novels - Case Histories and One Good Turn- featuring again private detective Jackson Brodie and Chief Inspector Louise Monroe. In fact it takes place about three years after One Good Turn. Although it is a stand-alone novel, knowing the plot of the previous ones definitely helps – otherwise you might feel a bit lost among ex-husbands, ex-wives, children and ex-partners.

    The story opens with a horrifying act of violence involving the family of 6-six year old Joanna, who survives against the odds and goes on becoming a successful physician. She has a handsome husband, an infant son, she employs a mother’s help in the person of sixteen-year-old Regina Chase a.k.a. Reggie, she lives in a nice house, she drives a Prius– an epitome of middle-class successful modern woman. All of a sudden Joanna is missing; only Reggie thinks something might be seriously wrong. The girl alerts Detective Chief Inspector Louise Monroe but Louise cannot be persuaded. After serving 30 years in prison, the murderer of Joanna's family is released and she believes Joanna’s sudden disappearance was caused by it – the woman didn’t want to face journalists and her tragic past once again. On the other hand Joanna’s husband lies through his teeth when asked about the whereabouts of his wife. Why?

    Meanwhile Jackson Brodie takes the wrong train and almost dies in a train crash near Edinburgh. Reggie saves his life and then asks him for help. The chance connects Jackson Brodie and Louise Monroe again and the result is a huge relationship tension – it seems both jumped into separate marriages in haste (after they thought the other had chosen someone else) and now question the path they are on especially after their chance encounter.



    What I liked:

    The prose of Ms Atkinson is plain-spoken, colorful, funny and intelligent even if not at her best here.

    Louise, a strong and interesting addition in One Good Turn really comes into her own here, as a likeable although rather pragmatic, introspective, and cynical individual. She and Jackson Brodie are both solid likeable characters even if generally rather unlucky and unhappy. Also Joanna Hunter, a former victim who could overcome her weakness and defend her child was a formidable creation.

    Atkinson gets you into their minds as to what they are thinking and feeling with deep character insights and reflections on life, death, sorrow, regrets and losses. I could relate to them no problem.

    What I didn’t like:

    I enjoyed Atkinson's prior novels (Case Histories and One Good Turn) and looked forward to her new work. Unfortunately I was disappointed. To tell you the truth this one I consider the weakest so far. When previous books could be compared to a well-kept but intricate mazes, this one comes across as just a melee.

    I felt there were too many story lines in the book; some of them managed to converge elegantly while others were underdeveloped and thinly closed out. They also involved far too many coincidences – especially Jackson’s story line was a bit overdone in my humble opinion. All things which happened to him – a second marriage, an bad accident, a search for the missing doctor and her child when he is hardly fit to walk around and drive, meeting with Louise again, losing his identity, losing his wife, losing his money– would have killed off any average person even with military training. As if the author was too afraid to grant him a breather or two. Also Reggie, a teen girl with so many sad experiences she should be at least sixty, and a horrible brother to boot, seemed hardly believable, even less so when she finally got lucky at the end. When you come to think of it almost all characters are written as if they suffer from ADHD – they hardly sleep, they hardly eat, they never relax or rest properly…

    Last but not least: I waited in vain for a scene in which Louise and Jackson would finally understand and admit to each other that they cannot be happy living apart. A slow, lovely scene. Their shillyshallying seemed a bit artificial and certainly too prolonged. Perhaps the author wanted to reserve these scenes for the next book but I didn’t enjoy such a move.

    The final verdict:

    The book was still better than any ordinary crime/suspense story but the author had raised the standards so high previously that now somehow she failed to meet them. Pity.

    Monday, 29 November 2010

    Review: Daughters of the Grail by Elizabeth Chadwick


    Synopsis:

    The book is set at the beginning of the 13th century in Languedoc. Young Bridget has just watched her mother Magda passing away in a Pyrenean cave. Magda had been accused of heresy and tortured almost to death by some black friars (Dominicans) . Now Bridget, her only daughter, despite fresh grief has a duty to perform. She remains the last of the Daughters of the Grail, direct female descendants of Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of Jesus. As such, she has some special gifts like healing powers, the ability of glimpsing the past and the future and the control over fire. She must make sure her bloodline is continued and her gifts - passed on. In other words she must have a child (but not necessarily a husband). Soon enough she finds the man who suits her the best but unfortunately  the young Raoul de Montvallant gets married the same day Bridget sees him for the first time; what's more his young wife, Claire, is a very beautiful girl. Bridget decides not to act on her own desire but she knows one day she and Raoul will meet again.

    Meanwhile the peaceful, spiritual movement of the Cathars gains more and more supporters, Claire and her mother-in-law among them. Even Raymond de Toulouse, the prince of Languedoc, is accused by the Pope of supporting them silently; the war, or rather the crusade, is imminent. Of course religion is just an excuse for the French king to invade,  rob and occupy rich lands of Languedoc. Simon de Monfort, one of the Northern barons, is appointed as the commander of the French troops and the bishop of Citeaux represents the Pope and the Catholic church. Raoul and his father decide to join stronger French army as it is the best line of defense but soon enough they can’t stand participating in the atrocities against the Cathars and their own people as well. Bitter Raoul deserts after the horrible slaughter in Beziers. He enters the service of Raymond de Toulouse but even by doing so he can protect neither his wife nor his little son, Gillaume nor his land. Gillaume is taken in secret to one of his grandmothers but Claire remains at Montvallant when the French attack; she is raped and imprisoned by Simon de Monfort himself; in captivity she gives birth to his child, Dominic who is taken from her right after the birth and is raised among other de Monfort’s children. De Monfort keeps the rape and the parentage of Dominic as secret as possible. He hopes the boy might one day claim the lands of Montvallant.

    Raoul doesn’t know about the plight of his wife; he meets Bridget again and they become one-night lovers. As a result Bridget bears a daughter, calling her Magda, after her grandmother. They hide among Cathars in their stronghold on the top of Montsegur and enjoy quiet life for some time. Bridget didn’t want to keep Raoul close as she saw in her visions Claire’s ordeal. Although Raoul finally finds and frees his wife she has become just a shadow of her former self, unable to love, forget and forgive.

    The next generation – young Magda, Dominic and Gillaume – will have to fight their own weaknesses, the French and black friars as well and their fates will intertwine endlessly. Finally everybody will meet on Montsegur but only  few will escape the terrible fate of Cathars and other people defending the last free stronghold of Languedoc.

    What I liked:

    Plenty. The plot was not only interesting, quick-paced  and well-constructed but also close to historical facts. Of course I am fully aware that it is not a medieval history textbook but, as far as I remember, everything was more or less in accordance with the real events. Even a decent  bibliography was featured at the end of the novel. The fact that the authoress visited Montsegur really impressed me a lot! And you can feel it on the pages! After reading such a book you want to find out more about those events and I suppose it was one of the aims of the author. Well done!

    I liked the characters as they were an interesting bunch, well-rounded and full of passion. Bridget, Dominic and Claire were my favourites but I also liked Raoul whose love-hate relationship with the world in general was really poignant. I loved the fact that all main characters kept reappearing here and there and their lives were so closely connected, almost like the lives of people in a Greek tragedy.

    The theory behind Daughters of the Grail was not the same as in the “DaVinci Code”; because of that I liked it even more.While I'm not a big fan of the entire controversy about Mary Magdalene, this is definitely one of the better versions of the story. Oh , and the Knights Templars were added to the whole brew – a very interesting move!
    St Mary MagdaleneImage by Lawrence OP via Flickr
    What I didn’t like:

    The baddies, especially Friar Bernard, were underdeveloped a bit – I would like him less black, maybe a tad more conflicted. Also I can’t help mentioning one detail which, in my humble opinion, was not in accordance with history. We were told that Magda, Bridget’s mother, was tortured by the monks. Well, Dominicans didn’t torture their victims themselves. Of course they led the Inquisition and were vicariously liable for all this horrible attrocities but they usually left torturing and murdering – the dirty and bloody work-  to the lay arm of justice. Well, perhaps there were exceptions.

    The final verdict:

    Finally a Chadwick book I can honestly recommend - it really wasn't bad at all! I even hope she continues the story!
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