By Sena Jeter Naslund
Marie Antoinette used to be a baby of fourteen whilst her mom, the Empress of Austria, prepared for her to go away her kin and her state to develop into the spouse of the fifteen-year-old Dauphin, the longer term King of France. Coming of age within the such a lot public of arenas—eager to be an exceptional spouse and robust queen—she warmly embraces her followed country and its electorate. She exhibits her new husband not anything yet love and encouragement, notwithstanding he many times fails to consummate their marriage and in so doing is not able to offer what she and the folk of France hope so much: a toddler and an inheritor to the throne. Deeply disenchanted and remoted in her personal intimate circle, and except the social lifetime of the court docket, she permits herself to stay unaware of the country's turning out to be fiscal and political crises, while bad harvests, sour winters, struggle bills, and poverty precipitate uprising and revenge. The younger queen, as soon as cherished by way of the typical folks, turns into a goal of scorn, cruelty, and hatred as she, the court's nobles, and the remainder of the royal kin are stuck up within the nightmarish violence of a murderous time referred to as "the Terror." With penetrating perception and with wondrous narrative ability, Sena Jeter Naslund bargains an intimate, clean, heartbreaking, and dramatic reimagining of this actually compelling lady that is going a ways past well known myth—and she makes a bygone time of tumultuous swap as actual to us because the one we live in now.
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I place the heels of my hands, like broad stoppers, against my closed eyelids, behind which hot tears are collecting. Unfortunately, when I press inward, tears gush out and track my cheeks. Someone is pulling my hands away from my face. I must present a cheerful countenance to the French—no one needs to remind me. Making myself cheerful is my own chore, a task I must spare these kind souls around me. Because I hold no handkerchief or possess not so much as a sleeve with which to dry my tears, I hunch up the round of my bare shoulders, on each side, to wipe my eyes and cheeks.
It could be the will of God suddenly to strike the Comtesse de Noailles dead, though that would be terrible, and I by no means wish for such an event. God could also strike me dead. At any moment my heart might stop beating. I press my fingertips against my breastbone. Very faintly, I feel the thumping behind the bone. And yet, you were born to become a queen, my mother the Empress went on. We believe in the divine right of kings and queens to rule, just as we believe in the right of God to do with us as He wills.
Swiftly, the woman reaches for the fruit of the tree. ” I call out and know, in terror, that she is Mother Eve and not the Blessed Virgin. She snatches the globe from the tree and bites savagely into it. It shatters in her teeth, and yellow glass shards fall from her lips. Her mouth is full of blood. When I gnash my teeth and cry out, some attendant, some stranger, as though she waited at my door for just this purpose, opens my chamber and rushes to hold me in her arms. Fear not, little one, she whispers.
Abundance, A Novel of Marie Antoinette (P.S.) by Sena Jeter Naslund