I love to read. If youโre following this blog, so do you. As woman readers
these days, we can pick any book we want from the library or bookstore, whether
itโs a long novel, a romance, a popular thriller, or serious history, psychology
โ anything! But things werenโt always that easy. Back in the 19th and
early 20th centuries, novels in particular were considered to be a
waste of a womanโs time. She should be working, caring for children, cleaning
her house, waiting on her husband, not sitting around enjoying herself!The protagonist of FLICKERS, Violet Winters,
is the daughter of a very rich man, a California โrobber baronโ, back in the
1910s. She can have anything she wants โ except an education. Her parents refuse
to let her go to one of those newfangled girlโs preparatory schools or a womenโs
college, and certainly not to one of those big schools like Stanford or the
University of California that have just become co-educational. Shocking! Canโt
be done! Fortunately, when she marries Maury Rediston, Violet meets his friends back
in New England, and several of the women take her under their long-distance
wing. They send her letters about books and suggest where she can start
learning. If, of course, she can find those books in the first place . . .
Violet returned from her honeymoon inspired. In the big cities of the east she
had met a different kind of wealthy woman -- cultured, polished by frequent
trips to Europe, dedicated to educating girls as well as boys and to improving
the lot of women everywhere. The wives of some of Mauryโs friends had even
written books or had stories published in magazines. Their conversation had made
her feel very young and slightly stupid, even though theyโd all gone out of
their way to treat her well. When they promised to write to her, she got the
feeling that they saw her as a child who needed help.
โBut they all have families and babies,โ Violet told Carrie Crane. โAnd they
dress so well! So itโs not like theyโre unnatural females or anything.โ
โWe have women like that in California, too,โ Carrie said. โLook at Aunt
Eustacia and her friends, the Hearsts and Athertons. And Mrs. Stanford. She made
sure that women could go to her university.โ
โThatโs true, but girls like us never got the chance. Would your father have let
you?โ
Carrie fell silent to think this over. They were sitting in the big parlor on
the overstuffed green brocade couch amonst the other overstuffed, tufted, and
brocaded furniture. Polished dark wood gleamed in the sunlight streaming through
the terraced windows. The silver and crystal vases and knick-knacks glittered as
if in answer.
โWell, no,โ Carrie said at last. โI did try to ask him, but he just told me we
had a whole library of books that I could read any time I wanted.โ
โThatโs what I mean. These ladies were really different.โ
Carrie sighed and held out her coffee cup. Violet scooted forward on the couch
so she could reach the coffee table and poured her friend more coffee. Carrie
helped herself to a small cake from the silver serving tree. Sheโd grown into a
tall young woman, willowy and long-boned, with strawberry blonde hair and pale
blue eyes with a perpetually startled expression. As children theyโd had the
same education in Miss Anderson's School for Young Ladies down in Santa Luisa.
Carrie, however, had gone on to a Ladies Academy in Pasedena for another year.
It was just more of the same, she always said: French, Deportment, Decorating,
and Suitable Poetic Literature.
After Carrie left, Violet walked down the long hallway toward the parlor. As she
passed the library door, on impulse she went into the square, book-lined room.
Her fatherโs decorator had arrange the books by size and blocks of color, rather
than systematically. As she looked over the floor to ceiling shelves, Violet
felt that she was looking at a vast city. Each block of books made up a
building, and the dark wood edges of the shelves were the streets. She had no
map, and she was a stranger, lost in this unfamiliar place. Still, she did have
a guide. It took her an hour to find two of the authors her new Eastern friends
had recommended, George Eliot, who was actually a woman, and Jane Austen. She
felt as if sheโd found a key and gained entrance to a new house. Violet picked
out a book by each,
And so Violetโs real education begins, one that will lead her farther and
farther from the sheltered life she was raised to expect.
Kathryn Jordan lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband, two
cats, and a vagrant skunk. Although she spent her childhood in a Great Lakes
industrial city, she became a confirmed Californian at age nine, when her family
relocated to Santa Barbara, the โSanta Luisaโ of the novel. All it took was one
winter without five feet of snow turning into black urban slush to convince her
that the move had been worthwhile. FLICKERS, her first historical novel, is a
new departure for her career. Under the name of Katharine Kerr, sheโs also the
author of the Nola OโGrady series of light-hearted urban fantasy novels.
Set in the dynamic years leading up to the Roaring Twenties,
Flickers turns its lens on Californiaโs glamorous silent film era, as
Victorian civilities are swept away by a bold new century . . .
Violet Winters is the daughter of one of Californiaโs wealthy robber barons.
Jack Sutter is the gardenerโs son. In their youth, the two were inseparable. But
in 1913 everything is changing, and despite their feelings for each other,
adulthood has come between them. Their vastly different social positions leads
Violet to marry the aloof but socially perfect Maury Rediston. Jack vows to win
Violet back while carving out a new life for himself in the burgeoning motion
picture industry. Tip Rediston, Violetโs brother-in-law, also gets drawn into
the bohemian world of the flickers. As handsome as he is troubled, Tip starts
his climb to stardom despite his familyโs disapproval.
But as social
changes, political upheaval, and war change the world around them, Violet, Jack,
and Tip learn that things are never as easy as they seem on the silver screen. .
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