To hope is to fear what you desire, the things in which you neither trust nor genuinely believe. You don't place your hopes in what you already have: what is possessed simply exists, as if by default.
— Portraits of a Marriage (Sándor Márai), translated by George Szirtes
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The Portrait
Princess Rhaenyra's naming day was approaching, so King Viserys and Queen Aemma asked her beloved daughter what she wanted as a gift this year. The king expected the princess to ask for something like a new horse or new fabrics so that her maids could make her new dresses, but Rhaenyra surprised him by asking him to hire a painter because she wanted to have a portrait with you, her dearest friend. The king soon granted the princess's wish and a few weeks later you and Rhaenyra found themselves in her chambers dressed in white with a painter.
The painter had to make many drafts because you and Rhaenyra first tried to make serious poses like the both had seen in the portraits of Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters, but the two of you always ended up laughing when your eyes met each other. In the end, you ended up posing sitting looking at the princess while she was standing behind you resting her hand on your shoulder while you caressed her hand. The poor painter had to improvise a little since neither the princess nor you could stop talking but anyway, he ended up painting them both with a smile and Rhaenyra with a blush on her cheeks.
Years later, when the celebration of your wedding with Harwin ends, the first thing Rhaenyra does, when she returns to her chambers, is look for that portrait and while her eyes fill with tears she can't help but think that she liked that white dress you wore better with her than the one you wore at your wedding. If she were just a man, then nothing would stop her from taking you as her wife and reigning over the Seven Kingdoms together. She would give you everything, her heart, her soul, her power and she would make you the happiest woman in the kingdom. But she can never have you because she is a woman and you chose Harwin.
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To look into her eyes was to behold the visage of an incandescent, forbidden deity.
Maggie O'Farrell, from 'The Marriage Portrait'
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my sun haven farmer!! she hasn't got a name, they call her The Farmer.
she's been haunting the local landscape like a sad oily wraith for decades and is dipping her toes into socialising by leaving gifts she figured out the villagers would like (via stalking).
she is trying her best! they know she is not a threat (to them)
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Okay, now that I've read both Hamnet and The Marriage Portrait, I can say definitively that in each of these beautifully written, richly textured books, Maggie O'Farrell has chosen a central myth about the lives of premodern women and structured much of the novel and characterization around it. Some women are interesting and intelligent and have mystical witchy powers™ (Hamnet); other women, no matter how interesting and intelligent, are only expected to reproduce and are given no consideration at all, poor little rich girls (The Marriage Portrait.)
This isn't the first time, and it probably won't be the last, that I've commented on something similar in historical fiction (*cough* Matrix,) but I just do not understand choosing to immerse yourself in a period in order to reconstruct it, in order to create a richly imagined interior world for a woman in a vivid context... and then saying "but I wish to ignore literal decades of research because surely the Vibes for premodern women must have been Bad."
Also I'm mad about the sexist and ahistorical framing of needlework as useless but painting as evidence of artistic imagination™, but that's a side issue.
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POMPEY & SULLA
Pompey, however, was not cowed, but bade Sulla reflect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun, intimating that his own power was on the increase, while that of Sulla was on the wane and fading away
Plutarch, Pompey
political alliances are like bets, you know. sometimes you come out winning, sometimes the guy you were grooming to be your heir has ambitions beyond you and you can’t fully get rid of him. sometimes an alliance is like sharing a pomegranate, like a bad deal. hand in hand, & you’re stuck with them till the end of the line.
⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!
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January 19th, Teresa
Can't say I'd make the same choices but I have to admire her dedication.
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All I know of politics is that no one trusts anyone, and everyone thinks he knows better than the next man.
— Portraits of a Marriage (Sándor Márai), translated by George Szirtes
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on a literary historical fiction kick at the moment if anyone has any recs pls lmk 🙏
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hayley miss williams, if ya nastyyyy
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Jean-François Portaels (Belgian, 1818-1895)
A Sicilian Bride, 1861
Royal Collection Trust
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[She] stares at him and something seems to solidify in the air, in the beams of their eyes, flowing from her to him and back again, creating an almost tangible channel between them. [She] wouldn’t be surprised if others in the room were able to see it: it would be coloured red, or blue, or fluctuating between the two, towards purple, and it would crackle audibly. It would be impossible to cross the room at this moment without getting caught by it: the channel or connection between them would repel others from it. It occupies a space of its own.
Maggie O'Farrell, from 'The Marriage Portrait'
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