I read Emmi Itäranta's previous book A Memory of Water and found it intriguingly different in flavor than the typical run of dystopian fiction I encountered. Her latest novel looks to be similarly different (if that's an appropriate concept). Per the blurb:
The author of the critically acclaimed Memory of Water returns with this literary ecological tale in the vein of Ursula K. Le Guin and Sheri S. Tepper, in which an innocent young woman becomes entangled in a web of ancient secrets and deadly lies that lie at the dark center of her prosperous island world.
Eliana is a model citizen of the island, a weaver in the prestigious House of Webs. She also harbors a dangerous secret—she can dream, an ability forbidden by the island’s elusive council of elders. No one talks about the dreamers, the undesirables ostracized from society.
But the web of protection Eliana has woven around herself begins to unravel when a young girl is found lying unconscious in a pool of blood on the stones outside the house. Robbed of speech by her attackers, the only clue to her identity is one word tattooed in invisible ink across her palm: Eliana. Why does this mysterious girl bear her name? What links her to the weaver—and could she hold Eliana’s fate in her hand?
As Eliana finds herself growing closer to this injured girl she is bound to in ways she doesn’t understand, the enchanting lies of the island begin to crumble, revealing a deep and ancient corruption. Joining a band of brave rebels determined to expose the island’s dark secrets, Eliana becomes a target of ruthless forces determined to destroy her. To save herself and those she loves, she must call on the power within her she thought was her greatest weakness: her dreams.
I've been trying to read some current Finnish SFF before traveling to Helsinki for this year's Worldcon, and I may try to fit this in as part of that project.
The Great November Book Release Re-Boot is intended to highlight books of potential interest to my readers that might have gotten lost in the shuffle during the angst after the USA presidential election last November. This is also a clever ruse to still my conscience about re-promoting my own November release, Mother of Souls, the third book in the Alpennia historic fantasy series.
It's a sobering reminder, every time Abiel's letters to and from home focus on the details of people's health, how easy it could be for a loved one to sicken and die in between letters. Also sobering is to know, in hindsight, how close the end of the war is, and yet there are still ongoing casualties as the two sides juggle positions.
We get some interesting details of the court martial duties, especially now that Abiel is appointed Judge Advocate. Particularly interesting is the interaction he records on the 15th when he is gently pressured to "go easy" on a defendant "in the name of friendship" and responds that he's required to act without "favor or affection." Abiel presses on with the course he feels is right even when the rest of the court decides in contradiction to the evidence (as Abiel sees it). Although Abiel doesn't say so directly, one suspects that the others may have received the same under-the-table pressure to "go easy" that he did. This interaction bears strongly on interpreting the most interesting aspect of this month's events--even more interesting in its absence from the diaries themselves. The following note is included in my mother's transcript:
In the early 1940's the originals of LaForge's diaries were borrowed by Ralph M. Hower when he was preparing his book History of Macy's of New York 1858-1919. When the diaries were returned to Rose LaForge Maxson, four pages were missing. According to the letter written by LaForge on June 12, 1865, which is given below, Roland H. Macy, Jr. became a member of LaForge's company on March 3, 1865 and had previously been tried by a General Court Martial. Presumably the missing pages included mention of the case. If the missing sections are found later, they should be inserted here.
Informal family gossip has tended to draw a connection between this event and the fact that, ten years later, Abiel T. LaForge became a partner of Rowland H. Macy Sr. in his famous department store, after being employed there in various capacities (and after marrying Macy's cousin Margaret Getchell). The implication in the family speculation was that there was some sort of after-the-fact quid pro quo involved. But in doing the close reading of these diaries, I find it extremely difficult to connect the Abiel who stood fast in the face of his entire Court Martial team against deciding for "favor or affection" and a man who would decide a case on the off chance of some future benefit from the defendant's father. Here is my take on the matter.
I consider it quite probable that the diary pages referring to the court martial of Rowland H. Macy Jr. were deliberately "lost" by Mr. Hower, perhaps in an attempt to erase any shadow of scandal from the Macy name. Though it couldn't have been that much of a scandal, given that Macy Jr. continued in the service. I consider it likely that Abiel's eventual contact with Macy Sr. was not utterly coincidental with respect to having had Macy Jr. in his company during the war. (I believe the later diaries will elaborate on how they connected.) But I think it isn't purely irrational family loyalty to conclude that that's as far as the matter goes. Even aside from matters of morality and ethics, there would be no reason for Abiel to think that "going easy" on this particular soldier would be of more benefit to him than the other pressures on him "in the name of friendship." And although Macy's flagship store in New York City had been an ongoing concern for seven years at this point, I doubt that it was yet a significant enough enterprise to tempt a moral man to stray from his duty. So whether one views Abiel as the upright moral man he presents himself to be, or considers the possibility that his self-image was overly rosy and that he was subject to temptation, the idea that his judgment on Macy Jr. came under undue influence strikes me as highly unlikely.
Wednesday February 1st 1865
Last night, a little past midnight, an order came to have the men ready to move at short notice. I sent my orderly Sergeant Wood to have the company pack their things and I laid quiet and took a good sleep. We did not move, but expect to tonight. I was told at Division Head Quarters tonight that, if certain things were found out, we wold move onto the enemy's Right and try to set him back. If other certain things transpired, we should not move at all. The Board met today, I was made Recorder of the Proceedings. [Note: this does not appear to be related to the court martial. In any event, the context makes it clear it is to decide furloughs.] After we had selected men for furloughs, we adjourned sine die. I made a record of the proceedings and gave them to the Brigade Commander. I am detailed as Judge Advocate of a Court Martial to meet at 10 A.M. tomorrow, if we don't move. Major Wood of the 9th U.A.N.Y. is President. [Note: It's unclear to me what U.A.N.Y. stands for, though the end is almost certainly "New York".] My duties are to instruct the Court on points [of] law, to conduct the Prosecution on behalf of the U.S., and record the proceedings and hand them in to the Commanding General. I got a letter from Uncle John and one from Miss 3.3'.1.9'1- 3.9'.1.5'.1.3'.3'. [Note: following Abiel's cipher, this would be "Clara Cranall", i.e., Crandall.]
Thursday 2nd
Entered on my new duties. This P.M. rode over to the 2nd Corps to see the great lookout tower they are building there. It is now 109 feet high and they intend to build it 30 feet higher. I learned that I should have been detailed as Aide-de-Camp on General Seymour's Staff, if there had been officers enough with the regiment so that I could have been spared. I heard quite a compliment paid me yesterday when I was over at Brigade Head Quarters, but as the officer did not know I heard it, I think I shall not state what it was. I have a case of Grand Larceny to try tomorrow. [I] find my duties as Judge Advocate quite interesting. Have $1.25 per day extra while on this duty. There is one Major, two Captains, four 1st Lieutenants, and 3 2nd Lieutenants on the Court, besides myself. I have to prepare the cases for trial, summon the witnesses, examine them, and am what is called the organ of the Court. My title is Judge [...missing text...]thing for smooth face.
Friday February 3rd 1865
A Peace Commission from Jeff[erson] Davis has been allowed to come through our lines and go to Fortress Monroe to meet commissioners from the U.S. Government to treat for terms of peace. I have not much faith in the results being what we all desire. We have been favored with a long spell of tolerably fine weather. A storm has commenced tonight which I fear may be the ending of good weather for some time. We tried a man for Grand Larceny today. None of the members of the court are allowed to state what the sentence is until it is published. [Note: I find it interesting that even with the discretion of his cipher, when Abiel notes that the members of the court aren't allowed to state something, he doesn't record it even here in his private diary.]
Saturday 4th
The Peace Commission is still at the Fortress. Heavy cannonading commenced just at dusk and still continues. It is towards Petersburg, I think at Fort Hell. [Note: possibly "Hill"?] Contrary to all expectation, the storm of yesterday ceased last night, and the air during the day has been mild and balmy, more resembling spring than mid-winter. Up North a very hard winter is in progress. I received my commission as Captain, for gallant services during last year's campaign. I did not get mustered, as the Mustering officer had his wife up here and wanted to go with her to City Point this evening. Wrote to father.
Sunday 5th
Pleasant day. We were ordered to be ready to move at a moment's notice at 4 o'clock this A.M. The 5th Corps moved out to the left, but we did not move. The 5th struck the enemy about three o'clock and some pretty heavy cannonading issued. We appeared to drive them until sundown, when the Rebs evidently made a stand, for there was very rapid firing. It is now 9 P.M. We have just received orders to draw and issue four days rations and to be ready to move. The 1st Division is now moving and we expect to follow them, but can't tell yet. I have just written a letter to sister and think--notwithstanding the probability of moving--I shall go to bed. I also got a letter from my sister.
LETTER Head Quarters Companies "A" & "I" 106th New York Volunteers
Anglo-French Hotel Before Petersburg Virginia, February 5th 1865
My dear sister,
"Scare-crow"
Your very kind and welcome letter of January 29th I have just received. Although it is a greeting from the frozen North, the letter bore none of the peculiarities of the climate except perhaps being rather late.
I need not tell you that I was glad of the generally good health of our people, for you are already aware of the fact. I am rather amused, as well as grieved, that you cannot get the idea out of your head that "your letters are uninteresting". If you will only allow me to be the judge, I think we shall have no trouble about the matter. I am always glad to hear from you, under any circumstances. Please remember that, and don't delay on account of having "no news to write".
It seems strange to hear you speaking of so much snow when we are having such pleasant weather here. I hardly think we have had but three snow storms this winter. The heaviest of those was not more than two inches or so, and lasted but three days. We have not had any snow for more than a month, I believe. The ground is just frozen enough to make good traveling. A slight thaw takes place nearly every day, so that the surface is a little muddy, not much. The sky is clear and very blue.
Last night the colonel sent word around to us to have our companies ready to march at once. A movement was anticipated. We did not move, however. But the 5th Corps did, and struck the enemy on our left flank about noon. They were some five miles from here. They appeared to drive them back slowly until tonight when, from the sound of the cannonading, they must have met with fierce resistance! The report came up here that we had captured Thachers Run and held the position. How true this is, I cannot tell. I should not be surprised if we were ordered out to assist the 5th tonight.
I am now the Judge Advocate of a General Court Martial, sitting at our Brigade Head Quarters. While I hold this position (which terminates if we move or have no more cases to try), I receive in addition to my present pay $1.25 per day. My duties are numerous, and the cases take up most of my time. I have to prosecute in the name of the U.S. and also have to defend the prisoner. I have to examine all the witnesses on both sides, keep a record of the proceeding, swear the court and witnesses, argue the case, hunt up the law on each question, summon witnesses, direct the prisoner to be brought before us, and direct the whole of the proceedings of the Court. Enough business for any reasonable man to want on his hands. When the court adjourns for the day, I have to do what they call "making up a case" for the next day.
In addition to all this I am a Captain. I got my Commission yesterday as such, for gallant services last summer in the Valley. I have not been mustered as such yet, but expect to be tomorrow! The reason I was not mustered yesterday was this: the mustering officer had been home and got married. When he came back, he brought his little wife with him up here, and was riding around with her showing the sights. He had to take her back to City Point tonight, as no woman is allowed to stay all night at the front. I heard her say to an old friend, who was congratulating her on her fine appearance, that she was "happy, very happy, more so than she could express." The dear little thing, how pretty she was!
The officers call sounded just now. We all went to Head Quarters and our orders are to be ready to move at once. The 1st Division is moving now and we expect to have to follow them. Four days rations are being issued to the men.
So good night and sweet dreams, dear Suse.
Your Brother Bijou. Captain 106th New York Volunteers
[postscript] Monday February 6th 1865
Dear Friends,
We did not move last night, so this morning I opened this envelope to write some more. The 1st Division moved. It is now 1/2 an hour after sunrise, but no fighting has commenced yet. Perhaps there will be none today.
Sister, I can't get any socks worth a darn here. Will you send me a good pair or two of woolen socks? Buy them and charge the same to the account of your Brother Bijou
[Note: "Worth a darn" is, of course, a softened version of "worth a damn" but it's tempting to see Abiel's love of word play in the use of it, since he doesn't normally use strong language in his letters home.]
DIARY
Monday 6th
Warm. Did not move as expected to. I understand that the 5th Corps threw up works on the ground they won and will probably remain there. Our 1st Division are coming back here. We captured a few wagons, some prisoners, and also lost quite a number in killed and wounded. The 2nd Brigade of our Division moved to protect the ground vacated by the 1st Division so we had no court, as most of the members belonged to that brigade. I was over to see the General Commanding our Division today. Had quite a long talk with him in regard to Courts Martial. Was mustered as Captain from the 4th. Wrote to Annie.
Tuesday 7th
Commenced raining before daylight and has rained all day. A bad day to get wounded, but many of our poor fellows have been. It is one of those sleet storms which freeze as fast as it falls.
The 5th Corps and 1st Division of our corps has been fighting in some of the worst part of the day. Heavy cannonading and musketry has been kept up to our left all day. We could hear the Rebs make a charge tonight, although they are some five miles to our left. The 5th Corps was driven back some, but the 1st Division of the 6th went in and saved the day by their gallantry. Received a letter from Annie of Swampscott this evening. She is lovely. Got a copy of the New Lisbon Argus this evening.
Wednesday 8th
Very muddy. Can not hear anything reliable from the left, although it is so near us. The 1st Division came back to its old position this morning. We finished another case of desertion and I took it over to Division Head Quarters. Tomorrow, if we stay here, we shall have a very serious case which I have already prepared. The man is a substitute deserter. Three of them deserted at the same time. One has been tried and sentenced to be shot next Friday. The other two are still to be tried before us.
Charley Snyder is getting pretty drunk tonight. Captain Robertson, Cox, and myself had a fine game of Old Sledge. I forgot to mention that, in accepting my commission as captain, I lost the chance of being Aide-de-Camp on General Seymour's Staff, which I should probably have had last week.
Thursday 9th
Pretty cold. The 2nd Brigade moved two miles to the left. We had orders to move also, but did not go. No court today. I rode over to where the 2nd Brigade went this afternoon. They have no houses or anything to sleep in. They will have cold comfort for a day or two.
This evening I went over to see Major Daymon, when, strange to say, I bolted right in upon a party of officers on a spree. "Holloa! There's LaForge!" says Daymond. I would have backed out, but before I could make good my retreat I was caught and held prisoner. I found I was in for it, and so tried to make the best of it. The officers from Brigade Head Quarters came in, and we had a great time. I got away a little before 3 oclock. Woke up Cox by my stumbling over a stool, which he had set just inside the door for that purpose.
Friday 10th
Very pleasant day. The man who was to be shot today has been allowed a respite by the president. Poor fellow, how the blood must have quickened in his veins when it was read to him last night. It seems to me, if I was sentenced to be shot and was pardoned in order to make me a reckless dare-devil, I would be the bravest man in the army. I think by my feelings now that I shall go to bed pretty early this evening, thanking the Lord that I am not to be shot soon in any dishonorable way. Of course we all have to run the risk of being shot some time. I am to remain in command of "I" Company. 1st Lieutenant Mours has been assigned to me, to command the company during the time that I am on extra duty.
Saturday 11th
Warm and pleasant. Captain Robertson got a Leave of Absence for fifteen days. Cox has applied for one four times, but has not succeeded in getting one yet. It is too bad. We had some pretty warm debates in court today, but always agreed in the end. We could not finish the trial of the prisoner before us, as one important witness was gone. That puts me in mind that winter is going and another campaign will soon be commenced, which will call loudly for more blood to be shed, all right. I wrote to Miss 4'.4. this evening. [Per Abiel's cipher, this is "Miss M. D."]
Sunday 12th
No much to occupy me today. Rather idle. This evening a letter came to the Commanding officer of the regiment from John Clemence, asking if Lieutenant LaForge was alive, and stating that he had written me and, not getting an answer, he feared that I had been killed. And ended by requesting an immediate reply as he felt a deep interest in LaForge. Colonel Mc[Kelvy] sent the letter to me and I wrote to John at once. I have written him before and could not account for not receiving an answer.
Monday February 13th
Have been very busy. Tried two cases, then galloped out to the 2nd Brigade to make up another. The case of an officer was handed me this P.M. with the request that he be tried tomorrow. I can not do it, however, as I have the cases I wish to try already made out. I will try the Captain day after tomorrow. Very cold. Hard to keep warm. Wrote to Miss 3.3. [Per Abiel's cipher, "C.C." and so probably "Clara Crandall"] this evening.
Tuesday 14th
Pretty cold. I rather think peace is a thing to be won, not by talking, but by fighting. A great many thought that the Peace Commission from the Rebs would really result favorably, but it appears that we must depend on cool heads and stout hearts for a permanent peace. I am already to try Captain Hebener tomorrow. I rode over to Fort DuChene this eve to see him. He is a fine looking fellow.
Wednesday 15th
Commenced the trial of Captain Hebener. Just before I commenced, the Inspector A.A. [note: I'm not certain how to expand this] General 2nd Brigade called me out to request me, in the name of friendship, not to bear too hard on the Captain. I told them that I must do my duty to the U.S. without "favor or affection." "Oh! Well," says Brigade Inspector, "You can do that and give a fellow a chance too. Every thing depends on you. You need not prosecute so very hard."
Cox started off on a 15 day leave of absence before daylight this morning. He has applied five times for one and at last has got it. An officer with a commission as Major of this regiment was down here a day or two ago. How thunder-struck he was when he found we already had a major! He went away again the same day.
Thursday 16th
Commenced raining along in the night sometime. Very disagreeable day. Finished the case of Captain Hebener. The court insisted on finding him not guilty of either the charge or Specification. They even would not find him guilty of the facts which he acknowledged to have been guilty of himself. I remonstrated until I found that I should soon be mad and then ceased, after telling them that I thought the court ought to be dissolved. When I took the case over to the Division Judge Advocate, I was much surprised to find that he rather thought the court was right. I told him if the General thought so too, that I had expended considerable eloquence without avail. He said that he would submit the case to the General.
I wrote to Uncle John tonight.
Friday 17th
Still rainy. The case of Captain Hebener was returned to the court today for its reconsideration. He [note: presemably the General in the previous entry] was surprised that the finding of the court should be so contrary to the evidence brought forward by the Judge Advocate, and he fully seconded my views in regard to the matter. The Court reconsidered the case and made a finding partly in accordance with the evidence adduced. I knew the way it was done would not be satisfactory. I took the case over to the General. After he had looked the case over, he directed me adjourn the court sine die which I shall do tomorrow.
I wrote to Colonel McKelvy this evening. Hedge of company "E" got mustered as 2nd Lieutenant today and I was glad of it, for he is a fine boy. He has had a commission as 2nd Lieutenant ever since we have been here, but has not been able to muster, and therefore has carried a gun all the time.
Saturday February 18th
Adjourned sine die today and then I went over to see the General. He told me that he was perfectly satisfied with the manner in which my duties as Judge Advocate were performed, but he was very indignant with the manner in which the court had performed its duties as judges. He said that he had a strong notion of sending all the members of the Court before the Board of examination sitting at Army Head Quarters to see if they were fit to be officers. (Sending the members of the Court does not include me. I am not considered a member, more than a Judge is a part of the Jury.) I was just getting ready to go to bed when some of the Division and Brigade Staffs and the 10th Vermont officers came over partly drunk. We had to have an oyster supper and spree. Did not break up until 2-1/2 o'clock. [Note: If "spree" means "drunken party" then I'm once again bewildered to tease out Abiel's relationship to alcohol. I also sometimes wonder if "oyster supper" might not be a slang term for something else. How easy would it be for them to acquire fresh oysters for an event of the literal sense? Especially on short notice? If anyone has references on this point, I'd love to see them.]
Sunday 19th
Beautiful day. The General sent me word to convene my court again, as he wanted to give it a chance to reconsider its sentences in three cases. I rode over to the second Brigade and notified the officers to attend at the usual hour tomorrow morning. We had religious services in the open air. Not at all uncomfortable. I noticed in riding by it this P.M. that the great tower of the signal Corps had been finished. It is on an elevated piece of ground a mile left of our camp. [It] is one hundred and fifty feet high, ascended all the way by ladders. Makes ones legs tired to go up and down it, I should judge.
Monday 20th
Very pleasant. Court met and, by dint of argument and other persuasion, succeeded in getting sentences more in accordance with the evidence adduced. Kelly, a substitute deserter, is to be ...t [Note: illegible. The word seems to have been erased and may have been "shot".] the other cases were loss of pay and corporeal punishment. Daymon and Lyman of 10th Vermont were over tonight. I played chess with the first a little while, then went up to Head Quarters. The Colonel and Major were in bed. We made them get up and kicked up a row generally. I had all I could do to keep Daymon within bounds. They did not go away until just now. It is half past four and Reveille. I shall go to bed and try to get some sleep.
Tuesday 21st
Still fine weather. I learned today that the old court had been broken up and a new one appointed, of which I was to be Judge Advocate. I had ten cases to be tried handed me. The Court will not meet until Thursday probably. I forgot to state that I had received a letter from Annie the 19th. Annie of Lawrence. I have felt pretty sleepy all day, or rather dull at any rate. There was an inspection of our brigade yesterday by General Wright. I understand that there is to be a review of the Division tomorrow. A salute of 100 guns was fired this P.M. in honor of the capture of Charleston and Columbus South Carolina. Sherman has occupied them with his forces, it appears.
Wednesday 22nd
Pleasant. Washington's birthday. One hundred guns fired in honor of the event, by our batteries. A review of our Division by General Wright. I rode over to look at it. T'was splendid. Charleston and Columbia South Carolina have been captured by Sherman. I have my detail as Judge Advocate of another General Court Martial.
[Note (the following is as given by Phyllis G. Jones): In the early 1940's the originals of LaForge's diaries were borrowed by Ralph M. Hower when he was preparing his book History of Macy's of New York 1858-1919. When the diaries were returned to Rose LaForge Maxson, four pages were missing. According to the letter written by LaForge on June 12, 1865, which is given below, Roland H. Macy, Jr. became a member of LaForge's company on March 3, 1865 and had previously been tried by a General Court Martial. Presumably the missing pages included mention of the case. If the missing sections are found later, they should be inserted here.]
(What is the Great November Book Release Re-Boot? This will explain it.)
I've been drawing up lists of books to include in this project from various sources. A very few were suggested by their authors in response to my offer when I announced the project. Most have been selected from various lists of November 2016 books that I've found around the web in genres I thought my readers might like. Given my to-be-read list, only a few are books I've already picked up to read myself.
It's possible that Congress of Secrets by Stephanie Burgis is the only book currently on my re-boot spreadsheet that I've already read. (Other than my own book, of course!) For my enthusiastic endorsement, see my review. Here's the official blurb:
In 1814, the Congress of Vienna has just begun. Diplomats battle over a new map of Europe, actors vie for a chance at glory, and aristocrats and royals from across the continent come together to celebrate the downfall of Napoleon…among them Lady Caroline Wyndham, a wealthy English widow. But Caroline has a secret: she was born Karolina Vogl, daughter of a radical Viennese printer. When her father was arrested by the secret police, Caroline's childhood was stolen from her by dark alchemy.
Under a new name and nationality, she returns to Vienna determined to save her father even if she has to resort to the same alchemy that nearly broke her before. But she isn’t expecting to meet her father's old apprentice, Michael Steinhüller, now a charming con man in the middle of his riskiest scheme ever.
The sinister forces that shattered Caroline's childhood still rule Vienna behind a glittering façade of balls and salons, Michael’s plan is fraught with danger, and both of their disguises are more fragile than they realize. What price will they pay to the darkness if either of them is to survive?
And because the Book Release Re-Boot is unashamedly a cover for promoting my Mother of Souls, I'll note that if the magical early 19th century European setting of Congress of Secrets strikes your fancy, then Mother of Souls is likely to be right up your alley as well!
Have I done a writing blog lately? I've gotten so random with everything except the LHMP and the LaForge diaries that I'd have to look in the blog roll to see.
My day-to-day writing project is still Floodtide. I'm continuing with the tradition that every book has a slightly different writing process. This one feels a bit like I've circled around back to my process for Daughter of Mystery in that I'm just sort of spilling story onto the page as it comes to me with only a bare outline to guide me.
It's not quite that unplanned, of course. I have a very detailed interleaved timeline for how Floodtide overlaps with Mother of Souls. A lot of the events and the who's-where-when structure is utterly fixed. And my generation of the first draft isn't always fitting that very well. There's going to be a lot of moving scenes around to get the chronology and pacing right when I have time to stop for breath. But at the moment, it feels like stopping for breath would break the flow.
I do need to break the flow, though. The short story (well, technically novelette by word count) about Jeanne and the French spy is at the final revisions stage, so I need to sort through the beta reader feedback and do my own re-read after letting it sit for a month and see what needs to be done. I also need a title for the story--something I'm not usually still stuck on at this point in the process. I was originally thinking of something like "Morning GIft" or "Great Gifts" or--because it fits in the context of the story to render it in French "Le Grand Cadeau" (except that kind of destroys any useful connection of the meaning to the story). But someone the first two don't have the right feel. The concept I'm going for is one that was mentioned in passing in The Mystic Marriage: the symbolic language of gifts to a lover and how they communicate one's intentions for the relationship.
Well, perhaps something will come to me by the time I'm done with revisions. What would you entitle a story about an unhappy young woman who unexpectedly finds her life turned around by an affair with an opera-singer/spy and a brush with treason?
I decided that books released in the aftermath of the USA's election deserved to have a release "do-over" six months later, now that resistance has become a way of life. My goal is to feature a different book every day in May. Of course, the project also has the purpose of making me feel less self-conscious about doing a fresh promotion push for my own novel, Mother of Souls.
One in the Hand is Caitlin Drake's debut novel from Bella Books. This contemporary lesbian romance...or is it a romance?...features one of those "OMG am I making the right decision?" situations that makes for good drama. Let's let the blurb tell it:
Three passionate women are about to learn that the difference between “I do” and “I don’t” is a lot more than two little letters…
Birdy Cartwright has a problem. A big problem. Newly engaged to her lover of two years, Birdy is shocked to find herself spending more time thinking about hitting the sheets with her gorgeous new coworker than about waking up next to her bride-to-be. But what’s a crush compared with true love, right?
And who wouldn’t have a crush on athletic optimist Sydney Ramos with that killer smile and a body to match? Sydney wouldn’t have dreamed of flirting with Birdy if she’d known about the engagement—a fact that Birdy somehow “forgot” to mention—but the more their friendship grows, the harder it is to keep from dreaming of a lot more…
But charming and charismatic Brooke Winters is used to getting what she wants—and she wants nothing more than to keep Birdy’s future wrapped around her ring finger. Persistent and persuasive—in addition to being a sexual dynamo—Brooke will use every trick she knows to keep “her” bird from flying the coop.
Caitlin Drake is a high school art and theater teacher in Portland Oregon, where she lives with her wife.
If angsty romantic drama is your thing, check out this book from my fellow Bella Books author! You can read an excerpt at the Bella website or on Amazon.
Mills, Robert. 2015. Seeing Sodomy in the Middle Ages. The University of Chicago Press, Chicago. ISBN 978-0-226-16912-5
This is an in-depth study of the visual cues and visual representations of the concept of “sodomy” in medieval manuscripts and art, using the definition of that concept at the time, not the more specific modern sense. Mills looks at how gender and sexuality interact and challenges the perception that there was no coherent framework for understanding gender and sexual dissidence in the middle ages. The topics covered include images associated with the label “sodomite”, gender transformations and sex changes (especially in Ovid), and sexual relations in closed communities (such as religious houses). The analysis includes a consideration of the relevance of modern categories to the study of medieval culture.
Conclusions
This finishes up Mills' study of visual depictions of "sodomy" in medieval art, in all it's various meanings. A fascinating study that demonstrates how much more information on the history of sexuality is still out there to be investigated and presented!
Mills continues his word-play, contrasting the “enclosed virgin” who is trying not to turn away from chastity, with the doomed sodomite, depicted as turning in hell on the spit that impales him in mockery of his sin. The anchorite turns away from temptation and toward God, while the sodomite turns pointlessly in place.
The comparison of male and female sexualities, as well as comparing treatments of gender and sexual orientation, shows that medieval thought did not see sodomy and related concepts as being in binary opposition to heterosexuality, at least under the modern understanding of the concept. The opposite of “straight” was not always homosexual, and gender deviance was interpreted independently of sexuality.
Mills cites Lochrie in pointing out that female sexualities often existed apart from concepts of sodomy, and an investigative focus on the latter may help erase them. He reiterates the usefulness of examining medieval concepts through admittedly anachronistic frameworks such as transgender.
A focus on sodomy can privilege male experience, whereas a focus on concepts such as virginity can find an intersection of male and female concerns. Mills also notes that some of the apparent chaos around representations of sodomy makes sense when actions and representations of them are interpreted according to ends rather than means. Thus depictions of Orpheus in erotic encounters with young boys are not treated as sodomy when the story is understood as symbolizing a turning from sin (women) to God (boys). This focus on interpretative purpose can also help explain apparently incoherent attitudes toward female-female eroticism, especially around butch-femme and lesbian-transgender contrasts that fail to align with modern expectations. The category of sodomy is (per Foucault) “utterly confused” primarily when filtered through a modern hetero/homo-sexual binary and is less confused when explored on its own terms.
Mills considers that neither a strict philological approach (that sticks to using the language and terminology of the text) nor an anachronistic approach (that uses modern category labels) will work universally. Historians must always negotiate between these positions and recognize the inherent ambiguity of “translating” the past for the present.
I felt so horrible about trying to do book promotion in the wake of the election in November that I felt like Mother of Souls didn't get a proper launch. So six months later, I'm going to spend all of May re-promoting books that were released in November, starting off with my own. I'll be including some books that people specifically requested me to cover, and for the rest it will simply be books that I think look interesting.
Mother of Souls is the third book in the Alpennia historic fantasy series. When most of 1820s Europe is threatened by the effects of a curse that locks the Alps in winter, Alpennia's thaumaturgists seek allies to find the source. And the most unexpected help may come from Serafina Talarico, an Italian-Ethiopian scholar from Rome who comes to Alpennia to study mysteries with Margerit Sovitre, and from Luzie Valorin, a widowed music teacher who aspires to write opera.
All your favorite characters from Daughter of Mystery and The Mystic Marriage return as politics, peril, and espionage blend with family drama and a touch of romance.
Liz Bourke at Tor.com says: "[Mother of Souls] is a quiet book, not a flashy one. And Jones is ambitious in the kind of quiet stories she’s choosing to tell: it is an unusual choice in a fantasy novel to have the politics and sorcery, although an integral part of the story, come second (not co-equal with, but very definitely second) to character growth and development. Mother of Souls is an interesting novel, and a compelling one."
Lesbian Historic Motif Podcast - Episode 9 - The Travels and Adventures of Mademoiselle de Richelieu - transcript
(Originally aired 2017/04/29 - listen here)
Every once in a while, you come across a historical artifact that you’d never believe if someone made it up in a work of fiction. I’ve run across all sorts of odd objects while doing historic research. There’s an ancient bit of tapestry from 5th century Egypt that looks for all the world like a “my little pony” pegasus. There’s a letter home from a Roman soldier serving on Hadrian’s Wall complaining about army food and asking for more socks. There are real historic figures like the bisexual sword-fighting opera star Julie d’Aubigny who would be considered unbelievable as fictional characters. And if you’d described the premise of the 18th century novel I’m going to talk about today, I would have demanded proof before believing it.
The book was written in 1744. For reference, this is a couple decades before the American revolution. In France, it’s the time of King Louis the Fifteenth and his beautifaul mistress Madame de Pompadour and all the glitter of the Palace of Versailles. Women wear wide gowns and lace. Men wear full-skirted coats and intricately embroidered waistcoats. The book has one of those long-winded titles common at the time.
The book was written in 1744 and has one of those long-winded titles common at the time:
The Travels and Adventures of Mademoiselle de Richelieu, Cousin to the Present Duke of that Name, Who made the Tour of Europe Dressed in Men’s Clothes, attended by her Maid Lucy as Valet de Chambre, now made into English from the Lady’s own Manuscript, by the translator of the Memoirs and Adventures of the Marques of Bretagne and Duke of Harcourt lately published in Dublin.
Well. It’s hard to tell if the title merges seamlessly into an indication of the author, except that not only is the protagonist in question fictional (and therefore her memoirs are fictional as well) but the supposed French original also appears to be an invention, and the supposed translator of the Duke of Harcourt’s memoirs (who doesn’t seem to correspond to any actual duke of that title) is most probably a mask simply for the novel’s anonymous author. This sort of fiction of authorship wasn’t at all uncommon in the 18th century, so why is this book notable?
Let’s look at the barest outline of the plot. The protagonist and narrator, Alithea de Richelieu, having been conveniently orphaned at an early age--as all good adventurers must be--and having just come of age and into her inheritance, has decided to go adventuring. And as a practical matter, she decides that she will have better (and safer) adventures if she does so disguised as a man, the Chevalier de Radpont. In the course of these adventures, she meets and desires closer acquaintance with a reclusive widow, Arabella de Montferan, who has forsworn all company with men. Therefore, to further their friendship, Alithea discloses her true sex and they develop an immediate bond. Arabella wishes to accompany Alithea on her adventures, but is cautious of her reputation--for she wishes to be able to return to a respectable life afterward. So she concludes the best thing is for her to disguise herself as a man as well.
And why is this story relevant to the Lesbian Historic Motif Project? Because the two of them regularly make protestations of deep emotional attachment and love, and regularly flirt with the idea that--if only one of them were truly a man as she pretends--they would marry and live happily ever after. Because as they encounter and interact with women on their travels, it’s clear that each is deeply jealous of any other woman’s attentions to her traveling companion, and especially jealous if that companion appears to return the attention. And most of all, because at the end of the entire adventure, when they return to living as women, they conclude there’s no reason they shouldn’t share their lives happily ever after, though still paying lip service to the notion that it’s “just until one of us decides to marry.”
Having now spoiled the plot thoroughly, I’d like to take you on a guided tour of excerpts of the book that are most suggestive of a lesbian subtext. Although sub-text is much too tame a term for what we get here. Should any of my listeners decide to read the original for yourself, I’ll warn you that the “good parts” are embedded in a lot of rather tedious philosophizing and moralizing, a vast amount of social and geographic description, and not a few episodes that are racially or religiously offensive from the point of view of modern sensibilities.
The work falls in the category of picaresque novel--a rambling and episodic journey involving not entirely reputable adventures. There is only the barest skeleton of anything resembling a plot in modern terms. There are many digressions. Randomly encountered characters are prone to spilling their entire life history onto the page. So my tour presents a false notion of the novel’s coherence.
Further, it presents an exaggerated notion of how much of the story concerns Alithea and Arabella’s companionship, for they don’t meet until about halfway through the book.
Alithea, in disguise as the Chevalier du Radpont first dallies in Paris in the company of the Count and Countess de Salluce (who don’t know of her disguise), through whom she meets and flirts with a number of attractive young women. But Alithea longs to travel and at last takes off in a hired coach, accompanied by her maid Lucy who is also in male disguise as a valet. There is a brief nod to the oddity of her quest. Alithea justifies her proposed adventures as being likely to turn her mind to a more suitably feminine turn, without risking any real danger to her person or reputation due to the male disguise.
The risks Alithea takes are not to be entirely dismissed, however. While staying in Gascony, Alithea--or rather, the Chevalier de Radpont--exchanges admiring glances with...well, let’s let her tell it.
[vol.2 part 1 pp.151-153]
The first time I went to this assembly I happened to see Mademoiselle de L’Eglise, a pretty young girl, on whom I threw such amorous glances, and gave such umbrage to her lover that next morning I had a billet-doux from her, and a challenge from him; both which, with the answers I wrote, having no better entertainment to give you at present, I shall here put down verbatim.
[The letter from Mademoiselle L’Eglse] Were I a good interpreter of the language of the eyes, I would not be so apt to imagine, as I am, that yours, sir, seemed to express something more than indifferency, when your looks were directed towards me. This freedom will, no doubt, seem a little odd to a Parisian, but you'll perhaps construct it to my disadvantage; but I must let you into a secret, by telling you, that such steps are common to the ladies of this country, and no man who knows the custom, or anything of our characters, will dare on this account to harbor a bad opinion of our virtue, which in any other place would be justly suspected. We are frank, and will freely tell a man when he happens to please us, and are by no means sorry if he happens to be pre-engaged, nor offended if he should resist the power of our charms; and therefore, sir, you may freely tell me, whether my conjectures are right or wrong, and whether I may rank you in the number of my slaves, in which case you may expect to be very kindly used by,
Felicité de L'Eglise
This letter, I own, appeared to me to be of a very singular style, and I could not but think that the custom of the Gascony was very favorable to the ladies, by exempting them from a terrible constraint to which women in other parts of France are liable. I was preparing to write an answer, when word was brought to me that a man of good air, and dressed like a gentleman, desired to speak with me in private. I ordered him to be directly introduced. Catadiss my dear sir, said he upon entering, I am, par bleu, overjoyed that the very first time I have the honor of saluting you, I should be so lucky as to be the messenger of a piece of news which must give a brave man like you great pleasure; I hope, in return, that you will pitch upon one with whom I have had a little diversion.
This language was as mysterious to me as a Persian riddle, and would have remained so had he not put a billet into my hand or directed to the Chevalier de Radpont, which I opened, and found in it the following words.
“You must be ignorant, sir, of the Gascon delicacy, and of the danger of giving offence to a man who without vanity is your superior in every respect, and knows how to put young sparks like you in mind of their duty; I say, you must be ignorant of these things, otherwise you would not have given your eyes the liberty they took yesterday at the First President’s. In short, sir, Mademoiselle de L'Eglise is the object of my wishes, and must be that of your indifference; if you don't incline to give me the trouble of running you through the body. I shall be at the opera this evening upon the stage, where I expect to see you, and to know your intentions, which I believe will be to ogle no more, because you'll soon perceive that there's no jesting with
The Marquis de Tonnerre
You can see the sort of amusements that Alethea has in mind for her travels! The matter goes so far as meeting for a duel--which Alithea bluffs her way through and then uses as an excuse to hotfoot it out of town, leaving her female admirer bereft.
Arriving some time later at Montpelier, Alithea gambles somewhat too deeply and that is what leads her into the confidences of Arabella, as we shall see.
[vol.2 part 1 pp.208-209 para]
I never diverted myself so well as at this place, though I had business enough upon my hands, no less than three mistresses to manage; the first a coquette, the second a prude, and the third (whom I infinitely esteemed) a handsome, virtuous, discreet young widow, to whom I was oftener than once tempted to discover myself, from a secret remorse for imposing on a pretty young creature of so much merit, and who preferred me to all the rest of her admirers; but I went so far, before I began to reflect, that I imagined she would hate me so much for the diversion I had given myself at her cost, that she would publish my secret to be revenged, which made me go on as I had begun.
As for the precise lady, and the coquette, I had no scruple of conscience for imposing upon them, since it was but paying them back in their own coin; and to be sure I led them both such a dance, that I dare say they did not soon forget me.
Though I seldom played deep, yet one evening at the Princess’s having lost about 50 Louis d'Or at the Lansquenet, which was all the gold I had about me, and being a little piqued at my being so handled; I asked the gentleman who held the cards if I might play upon my word, which he readily agreed to; and I had such a run of luck, that in half an hour I was ten thousand livres in debt, which I bore with a pretty good grace, and told the coupeurs (setting down upon a bit of paper the names of my creditors and their respective sums) that as I was not ignorant how punctually debts of honor were to be discharged, they might expect satisfaction next day.
Alithea appeals to her three girlfriends for help with the debt and is rebuffed with a great deal of wordplay and scolding. And so:
[vol.2 part 1 pp.215-230]
Next morning, about eight o'clock, I went to Mr Desmaret’s, my banker, and told him what had happened. I am sorry for your loss, sir, said he, but such debts must be paid, and about two o'clock in the afternoon I shall send the money to your inn. As I had about a hundred Louis d’Or in my lodging, I drew I only drew on my agent at Paris for a thousand pistols, and the moment I had put my name to the bill, and wrote two words of advice, I left Mr Desmaret’s, and went to make some visits; so that it was near twelve when I returned to my lodging, where I no sooner entered then Lucy delivered me a letter with a very large purse, or rather bag, full of gold. I had not patience to open the letter, which would have explained the mystery, but hastily asked her how she had come by this money, which, at first, I thought the banker had sent sooner than he had promised; but how great was my surprise when, upon opening the letter, I found the name of my widow; and, by reading it, that she had sent me this money. As I think it would be highly ungrateful to conceal it, I shall here insert an exact copy of it.
To the Chevalier de Radpont, at the Eagle Inn
Though a traveler, sir, may have credit sufficient, wherever he goes, for more than he has occasion for; yet as bankers seldom go beyond what their correspondents give them orders to advance; yours, perhaps, may scruple to let you have the sum which you have just now have occasion for; and, as I have it lying idle by me, I hope you will accept of it, till you can order money to be sent to you from Paris. I would not have you to look upon this as a favor that can tie you down to any other acknowledgement, than barely to return the money at your own conveniency; and I shall take it very ill if you do not as frankly accept as it is offered by,
Sir
Your humble servant,
Arabella de Montferan
What generous noble sentiments, cried I, are displayed in these few words, and how happy will that man be who gets possession of so lovely a woman; could I now but metamorphose myself really into the sex I represent, I would go and die at her feet if she refused my heart; but what madness possesses me to rave at this rate, and wish for impossibilities; since providence has put an invincible bar to wishes of this kind, shall I be so basis to impose upon so lovely a creature. No; it is resolved I will trust her with my secret, I am sure she is too good to betray me; and since I cannot be a husband, I will be a faithful and constant friend, and spend the remainder of my days in this generous lovely woman's company; [but where am I wandering again; is it possible that the men, who must see all her perfections better still than I do, will not tease her for ever till she enters a second time into the state of matrimony; and is it rational to imagine that a woman so young and lovely will incline to remain a widow?] Well, let us go and endeavor to penetrate into her intentions, and act according as we find them.
I here ended my soliloquy, and ordered a chair to be sent for, that I might wait of her at her house, and return the money; but when I came there, the bird was flown; and I was told by one of her servants, that she went early this morning to her country seat about six leagues off, where she was to remain eight or ten days. New surprise to me, but it directly came into my head, that her leaving the town so abruptly was to prevent my having an opportunity of restoring the money.
[Various interactions with creditors omitted. The widow has cancelled the request with Alithea’s banker, forcing Alithea to use the money she provided to pay the debt.]
I sent my footman to the lady's house, to inform himself exactly whereabouts her country seat lay, that he might go to it with a letter; and at the same time ordered him to hire a horse, and got himself ready in an hour to set out, after which I sat down and wrote a letter, whereof the following is an exact copy.
To Madame de Montferan at her castle of Blaisy.
Dear madam,
You take a most effectual way of forcing those whom you intend to oblige, to accept of your favors. I have, indeed, known instances of good-natured actions, upon earnest application made; but it only belongs to Madame de Montferan to force large sums upon people unasked; not only that, but to put it out of their power, by a noble and generous stratagem, to do without her; this is my case just now, by my banker’s going out of town upon the pretended valet de chambre’s telling him I had no occasion for the money which he was to have sent me at two o'clock; and upon the faith of which I had sent word to the several people, to whom I was indebted, to come or send for their money, which they have indeed got but at your cost.
Your generous care of my honor, madam, is so kind, that I cannot find words to express my acknowledgement; nor can I ever hope to make a suitable return, except by letting you into a secret, before I leave this county, which will show you what confidence I put in your discretion; in the meantime, give me leave to assure you, that the banker made no difficulty to advance the money, which I shall get from him the moment he comes to town, and be myself the bearer of it to your country seat, or deliver it here to any person you are pleased to order; I should much rather choose the former, that I might have the pleasure of assuring you, by word of mouth, that it is impossible any mortal can admire you half so much as
Dear Madam
Your most obedient and obliged
humble servant
The Chevalier de Radpont
My servant returned next morning, and delivered me a letter from the lady, of which I here subjoinea copy.
To the Chevalier de Radpont at the Eagle Inn in Montpellier.
Sir,
I receive no visits from gentlemen at my country house; and, as I design to be in town in a few days, I beg you'll keep the money in your hands till I see you. I cannot pretend to more discretion than others of my sex, and, therefore, I am not very desirous of being trusted with secrets; however, if yours gives me an opportunity of being serviceable to you in this or any other part of the world, you may, with safety and freedom, put me to a trial; for I have such a favorable opinion of you, that I am persuaded you have no secret that may not be told, and heard, without putting you or me to the blush. Apropos about blushing. Ought I not to be a little afraid that you'll conclude, from my free manner of behaving with you; I am not easily to be put out of countenance, and that I certainly I must have some plot upon you; but I will now let you into a secret which will answer two ends; the one, of making you easy upon the score of my favors, as you term them, that is to say, that they proceed from no selfish view; and the other, that by my discovering my real intentions to you, I acquire a sort of title to a reciprocal confidence.
You must know, sir, that though I am rich, young, and, if I may believe my glass, not ugly; and though I have several offers that may satisfy my ambition, or any other desires which a woman at my age may be supposed to have; yet by a distaste, I suppose from constitution, to what commonly is looked upon as the principal happiness of a married state, joined to the fatal experience I have already made of it, I am fully determined never to enter into a second engagement; this is a secret which you alone know, and which I thought proper to let you into, that you might not misconstruct my intentions; a certain inexplicable sympathy makes me mighty desirous of your friendship; but if you should, out of gallantry, or seriously commence lover, you may depend upon losing, that moment, my friendship and company; so choose, sir, whether you incline that I should be familiar with you as a friend, or shun you as a lover; if the former, I will go great lengths to convince you how sincere I am in friendship; but if the latter, you may bid adieu to all correspondence with
Arabella
How satisfactory was this letter, and how it eased my poor distracted mind, not as yet fully determined whither the secret must out, or not. On the one hand, I could not bear the thoughts of dissembling with a woman of such a lovely and noble character, but on the other, it was to be imagined that a young fellow, on whom she had bestowed so many marks of a particular esteem, could, or ought, indeed, to confine his wishes within the limits of friendship, where, besides extraordinary obligations, he meets with charms capable of inspiring the most violent passion. Her letter, tis true said I to myself, exempts me from acting the lover, and cuts off all my hopes as such; but while she believes me to be a man, she certainly never can imagine that it's possible for me to confine my heart within the bounds that she has prescribed, whatever promises I may make so to do in obedience to her commands.
I believe she sincerely intends to have no more to do with love or lovers; but how does she know but that that serious friendship may at last turn to love, and that she would be caught when the least thought of it; nature loses none of her rights, and will, sooner or later, work us all up to that softness which gives to a relish to matrimony; so that in spite of constitution, and a former unhappy marriage, the widow may change her opinion, and what a misfortune would it be were she to do so in my favor; I must prevent it by the discovery of my sex; but, continued I, what if she should condemn my disguise as a thing inconsistent with modesty, and, perhaps, lose all the esteem she had for me as a man. In this case she may think me whimsical, for, after all, I scarce think she will suspect my virtue, and in the other she would look upon me as a cheat and an imposter, and would detest me as long as she lived; for, to be sure, no disappointment can equal that of a woman, who bestows her heart on a thing that is but a mere shadow, so to speak, and absolutely incapable to make the proper use of it.
After much reasoning pro and con, I concluded that the fastest way was to trust my secret to her honor; and in this resolution, I made my servant return to her country seat with a letter, of which I kept a copy; and here it is.
To Madam de Montferan.
Dear Madam,
Your friendship I prefer to all the attachments I had or can have; and though I think you richly deserve the adoration of all the male sex, yet I glory more in the character of your friend, than in that of your lover; for this reason, that I flatter myself qualified for the former, and am certain that I cannot, without a monstrous madness, aspire to the latter; for which I am almost tempted to curse my unhappy fate.
Though I tremble at the thoughts of disclosing the secret of my life to you, not that I suspect your discretion, but that I dread the severity of your virtue, which may not, perhaps, be satisfied with my conduct, though in the main regular and innocent, and dares malice's blackest mouth; however, happen what will, I must lay my heart open to you, and let you into a secret which I was resolved to conceal from every mortal while I was on my travels.
Give me leave, dear madam, to wait upon you at your country seat, and you shall see me metamorphosed into a creature that admires your perfections, but who is not capable of other sentiments than what friendship inspires; the glorious title of friend you have already given me leave to assume, my ambition soars no higher; and I hope when the mask is off, you'll have no cause to repent your having entertained a favorable opinion of
The Chevalier de Radpont
That very evening my servant returned with the following answer.
To the Chevalier de Radpont
Sir,
Though curiosity be none of my predominant failings, yet I must own that your letter has raised mine to such a height, I will, for once, break in upon the law which I had laid down to myself of admitting no men visitors here; I hope the discovery you are to make will excuse this rash step; but remember, that if there lies a snake in the grass, I mean, if I find this grand secret proves nothing but a stratagem to get access to this forbidden place, nothing will ever after restore you again to the friendship of
Arabella
Now fortune, cried I, fortune what is she but a fiction of the poets, and to be invoked only by roving fancy. Let me make my application to that infinitely perfect being, by whose power and wisdom the whole creation is governed; vouchsafe O God to remove from the fair Arabella all suspicions of my virtue; whatever notion she may have of my imprudence, my youth will plead indulgence for this, if she is but persuaded that my inclinations are chaste and pure, which heaven knows they are. After this ejaculation I felt a serenity in my mind, and all my first fears vanished. I ordered my footman to get post horses for my chaise, and have everything ready by eight o'clock next morning, at which hour I designed to set out for Madame de Montferan’s country seat, where I arrived about eleven; and though something within me seemed to portend a kindly reception, yet I trembled as I was going up the stairs. I was carried into a very magnificent apartment, and had scarce been a moment in it, when the lovely Arabella appeared.
Madam, said I, advancing some steps, I don't come here with a design to thank you for your generous assistance; she who is capable of doing what you have done, receives no satisfaction from the acknowledgments of the persons obliged, but from the inward pleasure which always accompanies the noble and generous action; so that I shall without any further formality, beg leave to restore in the bag you sent me, if not the individual pieces of gold that were in it, at least, an equal number of the very same species, which I received last night from my banker.
I hope, sir, said she smiling, you have something of more consequence, than the restitution of the money, that brings you here, and I'm impatient till I know it.
Yes, madam, answered I, the motive of this visit is quite other than what I dare say you imagine; and though I tremble at the thoughts of doing what, perhaps, may ruin me in your esteem, which I should think the greatest misfortune that can come upon me; yet I cannot bear the thoughts of having any reserve with a lady who has acted so nobly by me; Know then, madam, continued I, that you see in me one of your own sex, whom curiosity to see the world has tempted to put on this disguise, that I might travel with more freedom and safety.
Good god, cried Madame de Montfaran, you a woman, can I believe it?
That I am, madam, answered I you may be assured; but before I give you such proofs as will remove all your doubts, give me leave to run over some passages of my life, by which you'll understand how this whim of knight-errantry first entered my brain.
Proceed, sir or madam, I don't yet know which--I'm all attention.
When I had finished my narration, I unbuttoned my waistcoat, and discovered my breasts, which the lovely Arabella no sooner perceived, than she clasped me in her arms with transports rather of a lover than of a friend.
My dearest mademoiselle, cried she, for I am now satisfied about your sex; how happy do you make me by this discovery, which I hope will unite us in bands of friendship more solid and more noble than those than that of love; and if your sentiments correspond with mine, nothing but death shall separate us; if I cannot persuade you, continued she smiling, to give over your traveling project, I will take breeches too, and we shall set out together upon our adventures.
Arabella tells her sad tale of marital unhappiness, cured only by her husband’s untimely and unlamented death. Alithea and Arabella quickly become fast friends and arrange to meet further.
[vol.2. part 1 pp.241-242]
To Madam de Montferan.
I suffered so terribly, my dearest madam, by the constraint which the presence of your curate laid us under, that I could have wished the poor man, God forgive me, in purgatory; but I hope tomorrow night, how agreeable is the pleasing thought, that I shall meet with no obstacles, to the sincere and tender embraces, which the charming Arabella may expect, from one who prefers the glorious title of friend from her, to all the advantages in the power of fortune to bestow upon
Alethea de Richelieu
I had a sentry planted at the gate by which she was to enter the town, who brought me word the moment she arrived, and she was scarce alighted when I was at her heels, and when the servants were retired, before whom we were always observed great ceremony, I flew into her arms. What difference between this moment's liberty, cried I, my dear madam, and the constraint of that to which I was tied down when I left you last; and how happy do I think myself in being at freedom to give you all the testimonies of the sincerest esteem and friendship, of which a heart infinitely attached to you is capable.
I receive your caress, my dear Alithea, (for henceforth I insist on all ceremony’s being banished between you and me, and that I shall be your Arabella as you are my Alithea) with as much pleasure as you give them, and am very sure your attachment to me cannot exceed mine to you.
While, a certain amount of the language of romance that they use between them can be attributed simply to the rhetoric of the day, it's very hard not to see in the protestations of love and affection a clear romantic intention between the two of them.
But, as Arabella notes, their repeated meeting will only damage her reputation, given that the world believes Alithea to be a man. And she hesitates to ask Alithea to give up the masquerade and therefore her adventures. So Arabella suggests some alternate possibilities.
[vol.2 part 2 pp.243-244]
For whim’s sake, I will tell you what pretty scheme I have in my head; but first of all let me ask you a serious question, to which I beg a serious answer: are you under any matrimonial engagements?
I neither am, answered I directly, nor ever intend to be, if I continue to think of a married state as I now do.
Since this is the case, said the widow, if I were sure there would be no crime in our marrying, I would give you my hand sooner than to any man living.
And I would accept with as much pleasure, answered I laughing, as if I were capable to perform the duties of a real man, though I must own there would be some injustice in robbing the male sex of such a treasure.
Forbear your compliments, my dear Alithea said she, and let me proceed to the other part of my scheme which is this, that in case it should be esteemed a mockery of the sacrament of marriage in us to join hands, which I am very apprehensive it would, and that we must give over all thoughts of that kind, the next thing to consider, is, whether I shall put on breeches or you throw them off; I am afraid I should be very awkward in men's clothes, and I believe it would be a mortification to you to give up your favorite scheme of traveling.
I own, said I, that I see difficulties on both sides; as for matrimony, I believe, in our case, it is contrary to all divine and human laws, and might be attended with dangerous consequences, at least for me whom the world would look upon as a cheat and an impostor, unless you were to declare, upon a discovery which might possibly happen, that you knew beforehand that I was a woman; and, even in that case, our whim, for no other name could it justly bear, would make us be pointed at by all who knew us, and be talked of all over the kingdom; and, as for my giving over my travels, I confess I have so strong a desire, or passion if you will, to see Italy, that a disappointment would give me great uneasiness; besides, my dear Arabella, though my friendship for you should get the better of my inclination for rambling a little longer, I should never be able to bear the thoughts of appearing here in a different shape; and if I put on women's clothes it must be in another place than Montpellier.
I hope that the listener is now beginning to understand why I feel that this particular novel is of great relevance to the Lesbian Historic Motif Project. While the sentiments expressed by the two women regarding the possibility of marriage between women (even with one in disguise) are perhaps not entirely enlightened to our day, the fact that they would contemplate such a thing at all suggests something a great deal stronger than mere friendship.
And so they make arrangements to travel together. Arabella has various arrangements to make, and they part briefly. But when she has concluded her business, Arabella writes to Alithea saying she will meet her at Lyons: “where I will appear in short coat and breeches, and then set out with you whenever you please upon our adventures. In the mean time, be assured that every minute is an age till I have the pleasure of embracing my dear Alithea, who is husband, lover and friend to Arabella.”
And then:
[vol.2 part 2 pp.341-343]
Upon my arrival next day at Lyons I found a letter from Arabella, acquainting me that she reckoned to be with me by the thirteenth, which gave me great joy. As I was a little fatigued I did not think proper to make my appearance in town that day, but went early to bed and a good night's rest made me as fresh as the next morning as I was when I left Lyons.
A lover could not be more impatient for the arrival of a mistress than I was about my friend, who was so good as not to let me languish long in expectation; for at the precise time her letter mentioned, I had the unspeakable pleasure of clasping her in my arms, dressed in a habit fit for a gentleman traveler; and she looked so charming in that dress, that I gazed upon her for some minutes, without being able to open my mouth, at last I recovered the use of my tongue, and made her a great many extravagant compliments; my dearest Arabella, cried I, were you really what you represent I believe I should have quite different thoughts of matrimony, for I am very sure I should fall in love with you, and in that case I fancy nothing but matrimony would satisfy me, and which will show you my weakness in the full extent, I must fairly confess that I just now wish you were a man, and a man who would play the fool and commit matrimony with me.
Without pretending to the spirit of prophecy I can foretell the loss of many poor female hearts before you and I have finished our rambling; for in good earnest, my dear Arabella, your features, complexion, mien, and shape, are so exquisite, that it's impossible for any man who is a man to resist them; besides, there's a certain je ne se quoi in your whole composition that will, I vow, make all the women, from the princess to the chambermaid, stark staring mad, and I fancy it will require all your art and mine to bring you out of intrigues, of which, I dare say, you'll have abundance on your hands.
She laughed at my rhapsody, and told me that I was prejudiced in her favor, which made me think her endowed with so many perfections; but my dearest Alithea, continued she, do you not think that you will have your share in our conquests; and without enumerating all your perfections and charms in that pompous manner you have done mine, let me only tell you, but not in jest, that if anything could tempt me to wish myself of another sex, it would be the possession of the charming Alithea.
They begin their travels in Italy and I’ll gloss over any number of iterations of the pair arriving in a city, finding lodgings, making contact with high society, socializing, meeting agreeable women and flirting, getting in trouble thereby, and escaping by some strategem to travel on. It becomes apparent that Arabella is, perhaps, an even more attractive man than Alithea is, and Alithea begins feeling jealous and getting a bit snippy and sarcastic about this fact.
At last they arrive at Rome where they plan to spend the winter and settle down to frivolous amusements. Alithea declares that she no longer finds it amusing to help Arabella attract women; she's going to work on her own behalf and Arabella can do the same. Arabella is amused by this and teases her about toying with women's affections when there is no hope of carrying through. Alithea gives a little speech to the effect that the anticipation of love is far more satisfying to ladies than the consummation would be anyway. Arabella then cautions her against jilting any lady too harshly, as the Romans are known for taking somewhat violent revenge for these things. This gives Alithea pause, but she notes that they can get away with all manner of flirtations because, after all, they are French and it will only be expected of them.
There is then a somewhat amusing series of encounters where Alithea cozies up to a beautiful young widow who is disinclined to re-marry; convinces her to reconsider; and then, on being successful in this and being coyly solicited by the widow for suggestions for a potential husband, Alithea recants and says she's disconsolate to have turned the widow's mind toward marriage when now she (Alithea) has concluded she was right to disdain it from the first.
In turn-about, Arabella falls in with a lady who is quite interested in contemplating matrimony, while Arabella (who never was all that enthusiastic about the state, if you recall) argues against it. She is also successful, and her conversational partner then declares she's dead-set against marrying, whereupon Arabella implies that her heart is now broken as the lady had successfully changed her own heart. (This all occurs over several exchanges of letters and casual meetings at the opera.) Having had their amusement, our heroines determine to make sure to put an end to the flirtations in a firm but non-hazardous way. And then they make the mistake of comparing notes.
[vol.3 part 1 - pp.123-124]
Now, my dear Alithea, what do you think of Maria?
Why, I think she is a very witty girl, and would make a very pretty mistress, and do not you think she would make a very charming wife?
Sure you do not imagine, said I laughing, that I have already forgotten my anti-matrimonial system.
But tell me seriously you whimsical waggish creature, said Arabella, if this girl would not tempt you if you were a man, I am sure she would me, for I think she possesses everything that would make a man happy.
Very well, said I, Maria is to have Alithea's place in your heart, and poor Alithea is no more Arabella’s dearest friend, in pronouncing these words, I put on so grave an air that she really thought me serious, and was so affected that the tear came in her eye, she clasped me in her arms, and said in a languishing tone, how cruel you are, my dear Alithea, to touch me in so sensible a part, heaven knows that no woman upon earth can rival you in my affection and esteem, and had I thought you would put any such construction on the praises which I bestowed upon Maria, I would not have mentioned her name.
I am as jealous of you, said I, as a man could be of his mistress, and were you to get a husband, I believe I should have difficulty enough to keep my temper.
I don't think you will ever be put to any trial that way, replied she, if I continue to think of marriage as I now do; but if in the sequel I should alter my opinion, I promise you that I will never marry without your consent, and it would be very agreeable to me if you could come under the same engagement; touch hands, my dearest Arabella, and let us jointly make this vow by way of prayer, that if ever we take unto us husbands without consulting one another, may heaven plague us with strong desires and husbands that cannot satisfy them. Amen and amen, with all my soul, said she .
Their travels take them through Spain, and then by ship to England, but while enjoying the sights of London (and making rather sarcastic observations on the English), Arabella has received a letter from Paris with the news that her man of business has died and she must return to see to her affairs. With a brief diversion through the Netherlands, they return at last to Paris, where Alithea makes her home. She has written ahead to her man of business, who knows about her gallivanting around in male guise and therefore is well positioned to ease her transition back to life as a woman. He has hired a house and servants for her, and the two women go there directly.
[vol.3 part 2 pp. 352-354]
When my friend and I were by ourselves, I took her in my arms, my dearest Arabella, said I, how pleased should I be to find myself at Paris, and at the end of a wandering life, with which I have sometimes since been wearied, though I said nothing, could I have but the pleasure of your company; but the thoughts of your leaving me and going to the south of France, is a terrible drawback, or rather sours all the pleasure I might otherwise propose to myself, in a calm and quiet life after so much rambling.
My dearest Alithea, answered she, we perfectly sympathize in our thoughts about this terrible thing called separation, and as I advanced toward Paris, the idea of it made a terrible and melancholy impression upon my mind; but I have been thinking of an expedient which will keep us always together, if you approve of it.
Speak, cried I, with vivacity, I am sure you can propose nothing but what I will cheerfully comply with.
As your affairs, said she, or, to speak more properly, as your estate and mine lie at a great distance from each other, it cannot be imagined but that we must be at hand, at least now and then, to inspect into the management of those to whom we commit the charge of receiving our rents, for which reason I would propose that I should pass six months of the year with you here, and you six months with me in Languedoc; by this means, besides the pleasure of being with one another, we shall avoid the extreme heats in the place of my nativity, and all the fogs, rain, and other inclemencies of weather, to which the winter season in the north of France is liable. How do you like my project, added she, looking fixedly on me?
I like it so well, answered I, that I will this minute sign, seal, and deliver, I mean, that provided you will only give me time to settle my accounts with Mr Pigeot, I will go with you to Languedoc, and stay with you there until the warm weather chases us from that corner of France; but my dear Arabella, added I, how shall I make my appearance at Montpellier, after having once passed there for a man, and how shall I be able to stand the raillery of your patched lover?
It is, replied she, upon his account as well as others that I would have you appear there in your natural dress; for, my dear Alithea, added she, who knows but the people in that country have been informed of my travels with a person whom they believed to be a man, and therefore it will be very necessary to undeceive them, that my character may not suffer; when they come to know your sex, the worst they can say is, that we are whimsical creatures.
What must be must be, cried I, rather than part with you I will do anything, and make the best of a bad bargain; that is, put the best face upon my impudent behavior the first time I was at Montpellier that I can; I may well be put to the blush, but I fancy none of your lovers will pretend to call me to an account for carrying you away.
They are by no means bloodthirsty men, said she, as I told you before, and I believe they will be very well pleased with your metamorphosis; but whether they be or be not, it is a matter of great indifference to me, for I never intend to make any of them my lord and master, and if they are such fools as renew their old importunities, I will soon let them know what they are to expect.
Let this kiss, said I, clasping her anew in my arms, be as a seal to our agreement, with this only reserve that when either of us happens to be in the humor of matrimony, after asking, according to our former convention, the other’s consent, it may be lawful to take unto us husbands.
I do not know, said Arabella smiling, whether you are in jest or earnest, but you may be assured that when you find yourself disposed for a husband, I shall not oppose it.
I know my own thoughts just now, said I, but I cannot answer for those two days hence, so it is prudence to make allowance for the fickleness of our sex.
In almost every expression of love between them, there is always this pulling back, this expectation of fickleness and whimsicality. As if only by that denial are they able to be so passionate. But the conclusion of the book offers at least a solid happy-for-now ending.
[vol.3 part 2 pp. 357-358]
For a fortnight, we did nothing but visit all that was worth seeing in and about Paris, to satisfy Arabella’s curiosity; and as we frequented all public entertainments, what I had foretold with respect to Arabella’s charms was fulfilled. She soon had crowds of admirers, but she was inaccessible, and would by no means receive any visits, though many stratagems were laid by lovers of all ranks to get into her company.
I have nothing more to tell the reader but that we went together to Montpellier, where it was generally believed that Arabella and I had been married in Italy, and some of her disappointed lovers had so publicly condemned her conduct, that they were confounded when we returned, and were ashamed to present themselves.
We remained in Montpellier till towards the middle of March, at which time we return to Paris, where we passed the summer season according to our agreement, which we have regularly observed for several years, and without the least thoughts of altering our scheme till death parts us; the longer we are together, the more we love one another, and are happier in our friendship and freedom, than we could possibly propose to be in any other condition of life. Arabella's temper is sweet with a little mixture of reserve; mine is gay with a little of the ingredient called whim; my gaiety rouses her now and then out of a fit of thoughtfulness, and her reserve bridles my vivacity, so that we play to one another's hands; and if there be such a thing as happiness in life, we are the persons who enjoy it.
This mid-18th century novel tells the story of two women romping through Europe in male disguise, breaking hearts, having narrow escapes, falling in love with each other, and ending up deciding to share the rest of their lives together. The 18th century prose is rather dense, but I’ve tried to pick selections that show why I find it fascinating.
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So here's the thing: I can't be the only author who had a book released in November (or December, or January...) who felt too gobsmacked by political events to feel comfortable going all out on book promotion. (Heck, it took me most of November to get out of panic attack mode.) So I'm giving myself permission to do a 6-month anniversary book release re-boot. And to feel a bit less self-conscious about it, I'm going to make a general offer. If you had a book released last November, hit me up with the basic info about it and I'll pick one or two book every day in May to cross-promote along with my own. If anyone else wants to joint the bandwagon, be my guest! Comment here, or e-mail me or tweet me or whatever works for you.
These months are long enough it makes sense to split up the entries a bit. Here's the second half of January. There's a lot of very prefunctory entries, especially when the meetings of the Court Martial are temporarily suspended for lack of a quorum. But we get further evidence of the progress of the war and its effects on Confederate morale. And there's some additional drama around the politics of the command structure.
DIARY
Sunday 15th
Clear and quite warm again. I have had nothing to do all day. It seems funny after being so busy lately.
I came near losing all my self-possession on Brigade Dress Parade. The ground was quite muddy where my division was formed, and in standing so long in one place while the band was Beating Off, our feet got pretty well fastened. When the order came "To Open Ranks. To the rear open order, March," one of the men in the Rear Rank (whose duty it is to march backwards four paces) attempted to step to the rear but found his feet hopelessly fast in the mud. He had lost his balance when he attempted to move, and to see him sprawl himself out in the mud in such a helpless manner was more then the men could stand. I had a double duty to perform to check the laughter of the men and keep from laughing myself. Another of the men, in pulling his foot out of the mud, pulled it out of his shoe as well. That made one muddy stocking. He stooped down and put it on again, and then undertook to release the other foot. With this he succeeded the same as before, by pulling his shoe off and putting his foot in the mud. The General looked over to see what we were laughing at.
There is a list of brevets in the papers today. Captain Day and 1st Lieutenant Robinson are made brevet Majors for gallant services at Cedar Creek Oct 19th. That shows how far you may judge of merit by Brevet. Lt. Robinson was not within fifty miles of the fight on the 19th but away back to the rear at Martinsburg. And when I was coming off the field wounded, I saw Captain Day fully a mile to the rear, forming a line to stop stragglers. Well, well!
Monday 16th
Warm & pleasant. Court met and adjourned for one week as there was not a quorum present. When a Court Martial adjourns for three days or more the members are eligible to other duty during the time, so I expect to do duty in the Regiment with the rest of the officers.
Had battalion drill this P.M. Got very tired. We must have another campaign soon or we shall all get too soft, so that we shall hardly be able to stand the hardships. Lieutenant Munro came back from New York last night. He will also be ready for duty soon, tomorrow perhaps.
Tuesday 17th
Cold and Clear. Detailed as officer of the picket. When we got out on the line, the Division officer of the day gave me charge of 3/4 of a mile of the line. I had 23 posts, which made me four officers and one hundred and eighty four men.
A salute of 100 guns was fired in front of Petersburg. We were on the que vive to know what it was. [Note: the only reference I can find for "que vive" is as part of a French expression "Que vive X!" with the sense "Long live X!" which doesn't quite seem right here.] Shortly before dark, the Corps Officer of the Day came arround and gave us the good news that Fort Fisher, which Butler had failed to take, had succumbed to another expedition, which had been sent aganst it by General Grant. We were ordered to communicate this news to the enemy, so I mounted my horse and rode down in front of our line and gave them orders to attract the attention of the Rebel Pickets by giving three cheers, then tell them our good news. This they done with a will. We could see the Johnnies crowding together and apparently consulting about the news.
I expected to be fired at every moment, as I was mounted and of course was a consipcuous mark. They did not fire however, so after I had galloped the whole length of our line and communicated the news, and set them all to making a terrible din, I came back to my reserve post. We only stay out 24 hours now and are not allowed to sleep. So we kept a good fire and sat up.
A little after dark, some firing was heard, and shortly afterward two Rebels who had came into our lines were brought up to me. They belonged to the 16th North Carolina. They said they concluded it was about time to come over, so they came. They were sent to Corps Head Quarters and everything was quiet again.
Soon more firing was heard, and news came that a small squad had came into the line just to our right. Then more firing on our front and another Rebel was brought up to me. This one had been a soldier about one year but never fired a gun. He had went home and stayed in the woods for a while, was caught and brought back, and deserted again to his home and the woods, where he had stayed three months when he was caught again. He was brought back and tried, was sentenced to lose one year's pay. He said he told his Lieutenant if he must work a year without pay it would be somewhere else than in the Rebel Army. So he came over to us. He also was sent to Corps Head Quarters. No more came into our Division, but came in to the right and left of us all night.
Wednesday 18th
Cloudy and cold. Was relieved at 9 A.M. Came in and, after breakfast, I went over to see Captain Daymon of the 10th Vermont. Had some milk punch and a good time generally. Got a couple of books to read and came home after promising to renew the visit. Felt pretty sleepy all day. Think I shall couchèr early this evening. It appears about thirty deserters came into our Corps front last night.
Thursday 19th
Nothing much to do today. Everything quiet. Prospects of a storm. Bob and I had considerable fun about certain things, but then we have fun every day.
Friday 20th
Cox is detailed for picket. I thought I should not have any duty to perform, but it happens I was detailed to take a working party. Was ordered to report to an officer near Fort Keen. Went there, but could not find any such officer. I waited nearly an hour and had just started for Division Head Quarters when the other working party came up. As they had just been relieved from picket today, I thought it was too bad to make them work another night, so I just took the tools for my detail and sent the others back to camp.
We then went out to the picket line. I ordered the Videts advanced, so as to cover my working party, and then set them to work. The duty was to build an abattis btween our Videts and those of the enemy. So as to protect our picket line from those sudden little dashes which the Rebs delight in. [Note: as previously referenced see this Wikipedia entry for "abattis." I'm pretty sure I've found a reference for "videt" previously. Among my many projects, I should put together a glossary of things I've looked up!]
Some shots were fired in the dark but they went over our heads or never came near us. I told the men to take hold with a will and we should not have to work all night. My advice and the shots had the desired effect: they worked as if for their lives. It was cloudy, so a pretty dark night. I got all the work which was laid out for me done for the night. Done by ten oclock P.M. Then brought my party in [and] returned the tools to Division Head Quarters. Stopped in our Head Quarters for an hour, then came home.
Saturday 21st
A little past midnight, a tremenduous nasty sleet commenced falling and freezing as fast as it fell. When I awoke this morning, the ground was covered with ice. We supposed it would stop by M [i.e., noon]. but storms here are not governed by any regular rules, so it has continued without intermission all day. I can't remember such another storm since my naisance. [Note: Abiel seems to be tossing in some regular "Frenchisms", what with "couchèr" and "naisance". Perhaps he's amusing himself with the whole "Anglo-French Hotel" thing.] We have been pretty closely confined to our quarters all day and, of course, had to make our own fun. Cox is laying asleep on the bunk now. He was on picket last night and did not sleep any. I am going to wake him up.
Sunday January 22nd 1865
Very muddy. The heavy rains of yesterday must have done the Rebs some damage, as the freshet last week destroyed some 40 miles of the Southside Rail Road. I wrote to Annie Porter this evening.
Monday 23rd
Rainy all day. Cox was sent out to the picket line with the 14th New Jersey, as they were short of officers. I have been reading Moor's translation of Homer's Odyssey. Very interesting I find it. [Note: I don't see a Moor or Moore among the translations listed in the Wikipedia entry for the Odyssey, but the listing is noted to be incomplete.]
Gave Lieutenant Hepburn a lesson in French this evening. [Note: Ah, more evidence that Abiel has French on his mind.] There has been a good deal of paper exchanging until the middle of the afternoon when the Rebs took the notion of firing, which stoped it of course. Just at dark a very heavy fire of cannon was commenced down towards Petersburg, which still continues. The heavy concussions shakes us away here. Wrote to Beaugureau.
Tuesday 24th
Clear and pretty cold. Received a letter from sister and one from father. Father has been and is still quite sick, with the liver complaint and dropsy.
Wednesday 25th
Clear and cold. Night before last and yesterday and last night there was very heavy firing in the direction of Bermuda Hundred. Some say that the Rebel Gun Boats came or attempted to come down.
Thursday 26th
Clear and very cold. Went on picket at 8 A.M. Cold enough standing out of doors without anything in the shape of a house. Captain Daymond was out here building a shanty for the Division Officer of the Day. He said he expected to be on himself in a day or two, so thought it was policy to have a house to stay in. Lieutenants Snyder (who returned Monday) and Shaw were on with me.
Friday 27th
Clear and extremely cold. We suffered a great deal last night with the cold. It froze very had and fast all the time. I dont know when we have had such a hard time as this tour has been. We were relieved at 8 A.M. and came to camp. Adjutant Robinson came back from Leave of Absence last night. He says Major McDonald will be here in a day or two. He don't think Allen will bother us any more. 1st Sergeant Chilton returned from furlough. They say the snow is four and five feet deep up North. Not a flake here.
Saturday 28th
Weather more moderate. Was detailed for fatigue, but did not have to go on, as the whole detail was not required. Captain Robertson and Lieutenant Shaw sent up their resignations but both were sent back disapproved.
Sunday 29th
The dust is being blown about by the cold wind as bad as I suppose the snow must be up North. It creeps in through the chinks of our houses and covers everything. Had a letter from Hibbard. The 85th is now at Norfolk.
Monday 30th
Major McDonald came to the regiment after dark this evening and with him ex-captain Paine who has a Major's Commission to be mustered as such as soon as McDonald gets mustered as Lieutenant Colonel, which he will be tomorrow. As soon as we found the Major had come, we got the regiment into line with a lot of candles and pine knots, so as to form a torch light procession, and moved up to Head Quarters and gave him "three times three." [Note: I'm guessing this is a triple set of "three cheers."] He made a short reply and the regiment was dismissed. [Note: Recall that back on January 9, Abiel was concerned about McDonald getting back to the regiment in time to forestall the hated Allen being put in charge. So I'm guessing that McDonald was fairly generally preferred!]
The army around us took up our enthusiasm, thinking some great news had come, and we could hear them sending cheering to the right and left of us as far as the sound would carry and they were sending it on. After the affair was over, I returned to my quarters. Played whist until near midnight when, just as I was going to bed, the Adjutant and Quarter Master came down all out of breath and begging all sorts of pardon for not having me at Head Quarters before! They were having a gay time there and never noticed the absence of one or two. Well I went up! Found the Brigade staff all there. All our officers and all drunk or getting so. We stayed there dancing and singing &c. until three O.C. then broke up. I did not taste any liquor. They are getting so now as hardly to think of offering it. I used [to] fairly fight to keep them from making me drink. I wrote to friend Hibbard this morning. [Note: In the continuing evidence for Abiel's attitudes towards alcohol, this continues to sound like he's leaning in the teatotal direction. As there were mentions of drinking beer (and wine?) at some point, I wonder if he makes a distinction between distilled liquor and those?]
Tuesday 31st
McDonald was mustered as Lieutenan Colonel and Paine as Major, so we now have two field officers. I am detailed to act as member of a board of 10 officers who are to examine candidates for those meritorious furloughs which General Grant has decided shall be given to the best soldiers of each Brigade at the rate of one for every thousand. The Board meets at 10 tomorrow.