Monday, May 28, 2012

[TOPIC] Historical "Truth"


Historical "Truth"

One warning: early newspapers were not exactly unbiased in their reporting. This is true of other primary sources as well. Memoirs and letters are particularly suspect. Writers have always slanted the accounts they've left behind to make themselves look better and to reflect their own opinions-or those of the people paying them to record events for posterity. Sir Thomas More's History of King Richard III (1513) is a case in point. More might have lost his head much sooner if he hadn't written what Henry VIII wanted to read about his predecessors.

It is unwise to leap to any firm conclusions based on records left by our ancestors. Let's say you've found a book that reprints a series of laws dealing with criminal offenses, passed in the time and place you're writing about. They were in effect, but did everyone obey them? Were they enforced? Did people living at the time, concerned with their own survival, away from the city or the court, even know they existed, let alone what they said? English law in the sixteenth century specified hanging as the punishment for a variety of crimes, including the theft of anything valued at a shilling or more. In case after case, this sentence was not carried out. Felons were branded instead, or acquitted in spite of overwhelming evidence of guilt. Then, as now, nothing is cut and dried. Historical "truths" can be interpreted in a variety of ways. You will need to use common sense to apply the realities of everyday life in a bygone age to the "facts" of history.

From Kathy Lynn Emerson. How to Write Killer Historical Mysteries: The Art and Adventure of Sleuthing Through the Past (pp. 44-45). Kindle Edition.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

[TOPIC] Thinking About Sex

There is no recession when it comes to sex in historical novels. Even if you don't admit to any interest in bursting bodice romance novels, you will still find an ample supply of more or less graphic sex scenes in even medieval era novels.

Some readers and authors squirm at this fact. They say things like "The Church frowned on such behavior!" or "Women then would never have behaved like that" and cite tales of couples using a sheet with a hole in it so a man could impregnate his wife without actually seeing her naughty bits.

I frankly reject these notions of premature Puritanism in the Middle Ages. People are people, and sex is sex. If we had homes for unwed teen mothers in the 1950s in spite of much greater strictures against premarital sex than we have today, then why believe young people in the 1250s were any different?

It is important to remember that much of what we know about the Middle Ages was written by monks. That is not a credible source for interpretations of female behavior in general, no less sexuality. Further, if the Church's strictures about sexuality were so formidable, why did they not take within their own society? In a time when the Church was a career path as much as or more than a spiritual calling, numerous instances of clerical mating abound.

I say don't assume anything about the era that does not jibe with human nature. Healthy people had sex, lots of it, and enjoyed it very much, and I for one intend to lace my historical novels with healthy people.

Originally published a whole bunch of time ago.  September 3, 2008 to be precise.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Royal Wedding

In grateful acknowledgement of president obama's support of marriage equality, we present a historical wedding.


"How did you talk that priest into doing this, Nedikins?"

King Edward, the second of that name, grinned impishly. "He's not a real priest, my Pierrot."

Piers Gaveston sighed. "And they call _me_ the Lord of Misrule."

He let Edward take his elbow and guide him down the chapel's central aisle to the altar. There the two of them knelt before the ersatz priest.

"But your Majesty, I don't know the marriage ritual..." the confused looking impost er whined.

Edward frowned. "Never mind. Just say , 'I now pronounce you man and wife.   You may kiss the bride.'"

"Nedikins!" Piers protested. "Which of us are you calling the bride?"

Edward frowned again. "Oh don't be tiresome. What difference does it make?"

"I suppose since we are a cou0ple of queens, we can both be the bride." Piers smirked. "I shouldn't think Isabella will be too pleased."

Sulking, Edward pleaded, "I asked you not to mention her. Why can't you do as I ask?"

The "priest" cut in, "You may kiss the bride."

Piers Gaveston reached out and touch Edward's cheek with his fingers. "I do love you, Nedikins." He leaned in and put his lips on Edward's.

The king melted. He kissed back, sweetly and romantically.

"My Pierrot," he sighed.

Piers smiled. "Now what was that about my doing something you ask?" He glanced down at the king's codpiece suggestively.

"Oh, my Parrot..."

"My Nedikins. I couldn't help but lose my head over you."

They let the next kiss linger as the fake priest took the coins Edward held out to him and left the chapel.

Vive l'amour!

[Originally published in gay flash fiction, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gayflashfic/]