My intent is to allow the reader to walk down the lanes of old London (before it burned to the ground in the Great Fire of 1666) and feel as if you are actually there. You can smell and touch the nuances of London. You'll know what it's like to work your way through the City and its the conflicting laws where religion played in important part of everyday life. So sit back and enjoy the ride.

Oh, and then there's my French Revolution novel.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Whitehall Palace


My 1660's novels deal with the common man, and how they reacted to changes in the government, which also meant religion. As a result, the only times my characters touch Whitehall Palace is when they must go there as servants, or on errands, or to speak with the undersecretary re: nefarious topics.

Whitehall Palace was a the primary living quarters for the English monarchy from mid 16th century to the end of the 17th century when most of it burned to the ground. The Banqueting House remains, and can still be seen as a tourist attraction.

The palace was a massive, disjointed complex that rambled and convoluted over the years. Monarchs updated it or added to it as it served their purpose. There are indications that Charles II considered changing Whitehall to imitate the Louvre. During the first portion of his exile, he had been in Paris, poor and half starved. His mother took up residence there after Charles I was beheaded, and Charles's sister lived there.

Whitehall sat on the mud of River Thames when the tide was out, and in the water when the tide was in. The king's privy stairs could be accessed on the river side. It probably wasn't intended for what King Charles II used it for, but after he came to power, his men used the privy stairs to sneak women from London and environs. Women of every shape and size climbed the stairs to his private chambers. There the king would use them for a toss and a twirl, then without many knowing, send them back to London.

On the other side of the palace was a great garden where people met to socialize amidst grazing animals, geese, and ducks. Sporting games were played, such as the popular pall mall. Charles II used it for his daily constitutional, walking round the garden and accompanied by his spaniels. The king walked at such a fast rate, none of his toadies could keep up. The speed at which he walked allowed the king a few moments of quiet.

The palace was not a quiet place. It was crowded with all sorts of aristocracy, their servants, and general hangers-on. It was considered a den of iniquity by the Puritans. Not long into Charles's reign, gossip in London considered it a palace of vanity and vices, intemperance and clamor. It had tippling tents and gambling booths. The undercroft of the Banqueting House started off as a place to hold lotteries, but morphed into a place of drinking and gambling. On the opposite side of Whitehall for the personal use of the king was a theatre called the 'Cockpit', its origin a real cockpit.

In 1660 King Charles II brought back the ancient custom of 'Touching for the King's Evil'. Performed in the Banqueting House, the king was considered to possess healing powers. He touched common folk to cure the skin disease, scrofula, and each person 'touched' was given a coin to mark the event.

The Maundy Thursday celebration was another ancient custom associated with the Banqueting House. The king washed the feet of the poor, then distributed bread, wine, cloth, and money to them. The coins were generally fourpence or groats.

To read of Whitehall in historical fiction form (but well researched), please see my 1660 novels. In Viola, A Woeful Tale of Marriage, Viola goes to Whitehall to search for her sister at the same time Charles II touches the people for the king's evil. In TWINS, Edgar goes to Whitehall on errands whilst he learns the way of the mercantile business in London.

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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Hello

Well, here I am after much angst and stubborn foolishness, writing a blog. It seems part of promoting your books. I've three out, now. Two based on London 1660's.

Viola, A Woeful Tale of Marriage is set in London 1660 as the people of England grappled with the loss of Cromwell. He died suddenly on a 'dark and stormy night' in September of 1658, and it brought the Commonwealth to a whimpering halt in 1660. Those who stood by Cromwell, and tried to stand by his son, Tumbledown Dick, for a year or so, turned cheek and went to fetch King Charles II out of exile. The transition from the rules of the Commonwealth to that of the Restoration proved difficult for the common man. What was considered proper in prayer and marriage overnight were no longer tolerated. Bigamy was on the rise, fraud in the courts rife.

Tw
ins is set in London 1661. (It is an EPICon 2012 Finalist for the best in Historical genre.) It is a story of superstition and Catholic intolerance, along with trade and piracy.

There's a little known superstition that a man can sire only one child at a time. When a woman has twins, she is considered an adulteress. This is the story of Emma and Edgar Torbet, fraternal twins, and how they deal with one of them being a bastard. It's also a tale of trade prior to the king marrying the Infanta and her large dowry which included ports of call in the South Seas. Cromwell's Commonwealth didn't do much for the burgeoning East India Company, so I explored the Levant Company and their practices. They were more of a guild. Their trade included the eastern Mediterranean. There were pirates that roamed the region, Muslim, and discontented Englishmen. Their tendencies ravished the merchants as they traveled to and fro. English merchant ships were arsenals, and they carried cannon. They often battled with the pirates.

My third London novel set in the 1660's is underway with a working title: Of Carrion Feathers. It's a tale of espionage, and takes place in 1662. Not much is written about the spy business during that time, but it existed. There were many plots against the king and his family.

Then, we have my only novel of the French Revolution, titled The First Apostle. It's about Camille Desmoulins, a popular journalist and pamphleteer of the time. His story reads like a romance. His quill carried poisoned ink, for his writings sent good men to their deaths. This one is newly published and up for an electronic giveaway January 24. Enter to win. You can leave comments here, or facebook Novels by Katherine Pym (you may also want to click LIKE while there). Goodreads has a place you make comments, also.




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