The Wayward MuseSimon and Schuster, 20 mar 2007 - 272 páginas "I apologize again for my boldness, but I must tell you that you're the most beautiful girl in Oxford. Maybe in all of England. I have to put you in my painting." With these words, the scandalous, wildly talented painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti changes seventeen-year-old Jane Burden's life forever. Jane's gaunt, awkward figure and grave expression have cemented her reputation as the ugliest girl in Oxford. Raised by a stableman on Holywell Street -- the town's most sordid and despicable slum -- Jane is nearly resigned to marry in-kind. But when she meets Rossetti at the theater, he sees beyond her worn, ill-fitting dress and unruly hair and is stirred by her unconventional beauty. The charismatic painter whisks Jane into Oxford's exclusive art scene as his muse, and during the long and intimate hours of modeling -- draping and tilting, gazing and posing -- Jane finds herself falling in love. When Rossetti abruptly leaves Oxford with no plans to return, brokenhearted Jane settles for a stable, if passionless, marriage to his soft-spoken protégé, William Morris -- the man who would go on to become the father of the British Arts and Crafts Movement. Jane resigns herself to life as a respectable wife and mother, exchanging the slop bucket for intricate needlepoint, willing away the memories of Rossetti and what could have been. But Rossetti and Jane are inextricably bound together by tragedy, art, and desire, and no amount of time or distance can separate them. Ultimately this complicated arrangement with which Jane, Morris, and Rossetti must learn to live threatens to undo them all. Richly textured and deftly portrayed, Elizabeth Hickey's latest is a compelling portrait of the ever-changing notions of both love and beauty. |
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... heard her sister at the top of the stairs. “Is it the privy?” Bessie cried. “Of course it's the privy,” snapped Jane. “Bring me the mop and bucket.” “Why does this always happen to us?” Bessie whined. “Why are we so unlucky?” “Luck has ...
... heard her sister at the top of the stairs. “Is it the privy?” Bessie cried. “Of course it's the privy,” snapped Jane. “Bring me the mop and bucket.” “Why does this always happen to us?” Bessie whined. “Why are we so unlucky?” “Luck has ...
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... heard shouting from upstairs. “Why is the fire out? Where's the supper?Jane? Bessie?” Their mother was home. Jane trudged up the stairs. Her shoes and the hem of her skirt were soaked with brown liquid. Her blouse was gray with ash, and ...
... heard shouting from upstairs. “Why is the fire out? Where's the supper?Jane? Bessie?” Their mother was home. Jane trudged up the stairs. Her shoes and the hem of her skirt were soaked with brown liquid. Her blouse was gray with ash, and ...
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... heard a cat yowling and she quietly stepped into a doorway, hoping not to be seen. A tortoiseshell cat hobbled pathetically by her, dripping blood from its ear. Then she heard pounding footsteps and Tom Barnstable ran by, a stone in his ...
... heard a cat yowling and she quietly stepped into a doorway, hoping not to be seen. A tortoiseshell cat hobbled pathetically by her, dripping blood from its ear. Then she heard pounding footsteps and Tom Barnstable ran by, a stone in his ...
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... heard of me.” Jane shook her head uncomprehendingly. She tried to think how she might have heard that name. Was he an actor or a circus performer? Had he committed some spectacular crime? “This is my friend Edward Burne-Jones. We've ...
... heard of me.” Jane shook her head uncomprehendingly. She tried to think how she might have heard that name. Was he an actor or a circus performer? Had he committed some spectacular crime? “This is my friend Edward Burne-Jones. We've ...
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... heard a scratching at the door but I thought it was a cat. Come in.” He led her into an enormous, high-ceilinged room that she realized was suddenly, unnaturally quiet. She counted seven other young [ 27] THE WAYWARD MUSE.
... heard a scratching at the door but I thought it was a cat. Come in.” He led her into an enormous, high-ceilinged room that she realized was suddenly, unnaturally quiet. She counted seven other young [ 27] THE WAYWARD MUSE.
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