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Saturday, July 12, 2014

Women and Marriage...



Arranged Marriage – Marriage of Convenience – Marriage for Love

There’s been a lot of talk recently about women’s rights, and how we must not lose the ground we’ve gained.

As romance authors, we deal in marriage and ‘matters of the heart’ on a regular basis. In our times, we equate marriage with love and personal choice. But, things have not always been so pleasant for women in the marriage department.



Long ago, many cultures worshiped the great Mother Goddess. She was found all over ancient Europe and known by many names – Venus von Willendorf, Cybelle, and Anu/Danu – to name a few. Goddesses appearing more recently, in the Greek, Irish, Norse and Roman traditions, were often depicted as vibrant, outspoken, free women who were in all ways equal – if not superior – to their male counterparts.

That being said, I've always sensed a darker story attached to Persephone’s abduction. The beautiful young goddess was taken against her will to the Underworld by Hades. She is held captive in the dark, away from the beauty and light of the free world, at the mercy of a man she doesn’t love. Temporary freedom is always contingent upon her return to his dark world. It is the story of the disempowerment of a goddess. 



Some ancient societies respected women more than others. In Ireland between the 7th to 17th Centuries, Brehon law existed. It allowed women more freedom and property rights than most European women enjoyed at the time. A woman could choose her own husband, and decide to divorce him. She was often able to keep her property, and the wealth accumulated during the marriage was split between marriage partners.

The irony is that in the 800s and 900s, Viking raiders invaded Ireland and kidnapped Irish women to sell off as slaves in faraway Muslim countries. Between the Barbary pirates of North Africa and Viking warriors, the coastlines of Ireland and England were frequently plundered. Men, women and children were taken captive and sold into servitude as slaves on the auction blocks of Africa. They were treated as sexual pawns and pack animals. Slavery was a thriving business in those days.



The harsh reality of life in Victorian England one hundred and fifty years ago is that it wasn’t much different from slavery. Florence Fenwick Miller, a midwife who lived from 1854-1935, declared the plight of Victorian women was little more than legal slavery, where a woman was entirely dependent on the whims of a man for decent treatment. A woman’s husband, father, or brother was like her master. She had no say in who she would marry, and any family fortune she inherited became her husband’s property – along with her – no matter how he treated her.



Of course there are exceptions -- there always are -- but few women enjoyed them.

One of the greatest advantages for women in our modern western world is our right to choose our husbands. Most of us marry for love, but some marry for financial reasons, a particular lifestyle, or even to gain entry to a country otherwise off limits. Even then, the woman chooses her mate. And taking this to another level, she can decide to marry another woman now, or live together without marriage, or to remain alone.

The daughters of immigrants from countries where marriage is still traditionally arranged – such as India – have a challenging task. They must often seek a way to juggle old cultural traditions and family expectations with their new world lifestyles. 

We’ve come such a long way. We can pursue love on our terms. 

Please share your thoughts and stories with us today.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

A Brief Stroll Through Ancient History with Sybil and Rose

Last night I was trying to come up with an entertaining post for this, my second on the RB4U. There's always the one man's ceiling is another man's floor factor that gets in the way. And being a writer, of course I had a dozen possibilities in my head! This morning I had one more about the 4th of July. Oh well maybe next year for that one.

Even as a child I could entertain myself. My imagination was always active -- I'd draw, sculpt, carve, color, and cut paper for hours. Because of that innate desire to create, my mother always harbored the wish I'd be an artist of some sort. Intent on helping me find my niche, she supplied me with all sorts of tools and materials. She also she loaded me up with books on famous paintings and the Chicago Art Institute was just minutes away. I never followed the tangible arts, I went in another direction entirely. I wonder what she'd think of this author business!

Anyway, I once had a marvelous book about Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel, and I spent hours poring over the details. The artist was a master at painting perspective and tromp l'oeil, Impressive considering he painted much of the whole enormous ceiling on his back. Of all the images from the Sistine Chapel, one in particular caught my eye and compelled me to learn more. It was the Delphic Sybil (Sibyl) better known as the Oracle At Delphi.

Just prior to the Sybil coming on the scene, a goatherd tending his flock on the slope of Mount Parnassus noticed his goats bleated strangely when grazing near a certain fissure in the mountainside. Drawing nearer, he was seized by what he referred to as divine presence. Unknown at the time, the mechanics of this presence involved plate tectonics, those mobile rocky plates forming the earth's surface. The two that came together there, the Eurasian Continental Plate and the Aegean Plate, created the fissure. It was here through the porous rock along the crevasse that methane and ethane, two toxic hydrocarbon gasses, were released into the air. 

This mountainside soon became one of the most important religious sites of the ancient world. A stone temple dedicated to the god Apollo was erected in a natural amphitheater. They had a feeling the airs of the temple had special properties so a small alcove was built to catch the fumes from the fissure and the CO2 from the rich waters of a sacred spring deliberately channeled through the temple. Inside the temple walls sat the Pythia -- specially trained women who dedicated themselves to Apollo. They became the Delphic Oracles.  

After preparing herself through fasting and cleansing, the Oracle sat on her special tripod stool and breathed it all in. Wracked with spasms, she fell into an exalted state of mind. From this toxic trance, she responded to questions and gave advice with prophetic wisdom directly inspired by Apollo himself. It was said at times she was spot on in her prophecy, but occasionally she babbled and didn't make sense. At times her answers were clear, but were beyond the understanding of the questioner.  It's curious to note she only divined on special days. To do otherwise would prove deadly. On at least one occasion the Pythia was forced from her divine schedule, and sure enough, she went into seizures and died a few days later. I've wondered about this for more than half of my life. There was significance to the schedule, but how was it one day was safer than the next? The oracles spoke at Delphi for a thousand years.

I hope you've enjoyed this little walk through ancient history. Sybil plays an important role in my work in progress. if you'd like to sample first chapters of my other books just ask and I'll send them on.

Speaking of art...Loving Leonardo, my unusual Victorian polyamorous love story with a touch of reader-interactive art history, won 2nd place in the International Digital Awards through the OKRWA (Oklahoma chapter of Romance Writers of America). I'm happy. Reader-interactive art history is as close as I get mom!
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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Hello! A First Post from Rose Anderson

Calliope the writer's Muse
Hello everyone, my name is Rose Anderson. I’m a multi-published author of erotic romance and recent addition to the terrific twenty gold members that make up Romance Books ‘4’ Us. I’ve enjoyed this group since discovering it two and a half years ago, so I’m very happy to be involved.
From here on out, the 4th of the month will be my posting day. I promise to make my posts interesting (yes, I proudly fly my nerd flag). Consider this my invitation to share your own thoughts in comments below. Let’s get a conversation going!



I thought I’d do my first post on inspiration.

Were you to go looking for a dictionary definition for inspiration, you’d find an interesting corollary – not only does inspiration mean a divine influence directly and immediately exerted upon the mind or soul, it also means to draw in breath.

As a writer I understand that. Occasionally inspiration will come flying out of the blue – a thought immediately exerted upon my mind and soul as involuntary as drawing a breath. It’s remarkable really. And as if that wasn’t enough, there are times where I feel like I’m in the back seat and someone else is driving! That happened to me with Loving Leonardo. Curiously enough, a little dog named Maggie had a paw in it too.

Maggie is my daughter’s little terrier mix. Small in stature, but large in personality, Maggie has the typical terrier brain. If you could read the thought bubble over her head it would say: Murder murder murder squirrel! Murder murder murder. A wild turkey walked through the yard today. I thought she was going to explode in outrage. Honestly, all this little pooch thinks about is chomping squirrels, chipmunks, birds, rabbits, anything really. When my daughter lived in Colorado, Maggie held elk in the same murderous regard.

To distract her from these lethal thoughts, I turn on the TV with the volume down. Maggie then makes herself comfortable in her dog bed and watches it. Seriously. She’s a regular couch potato who loves cat food commercials and goes nuts over the Geico zipline pig. My friends and family find it hilarious. 
  
So one day last summer, Maggie was watching the mid-day news and I didn’t realize it was loud enough for me to hear. I rarely watch TV so pay it little mind. That day’s news was all about politics, specifically progressives and women’s issues. Suddenly Elenora Schwaab, Victorian suffragette, sprang fully formed from my head like Athena sprung from Zeus.

The next thing I knew, Ellie proposed marriage to Nicolas, an art historian who was also a confirmed bachelor and just happened to be a gay man. To my complete surprise he said yes and they went off to Venice on a wild adventure to find a book Leonardo da Vinci created for his long-time lover Salai. And wouldn’t you know, they met Luca aboard ship, himself a historian with a keen interest in Leonardo da Vinci. As the compatibility, friendship, and affection grew between them, their time together became sensually charged. Before I realized what was happening, they’d given me a polyamorous love story. I wasn’t looking for that and I wasn’t expecting it either, but the details came pouring out as if I were the biographer taking notes on their real lives – like I was in the back seat going for a ride. (I suspect Calliope the writer's Muse was in the driver's seat.)
 
As far as inspiration goes, the divine influence directly and immediately exerted upon my mind that day helped me create one of my favorite stories. I can honestly see a series of Ellie, Nicolas, and Luca’s adventures on the horizon. What began in Loving Leonardo continues in Loving Leonardo – The Quest. The story is all about love without boundaries, for really, we never choose whom we love. Love chooses us.





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Let Rose Anderson sweep you away on a sensual tide of memorable storytelling. An active imagination compels Rose to write everything from children’s stories to historical nonfiction, and she especially enjoys creating reader-interactive stories like Loving Leonardo and Dreamscape. She has four erotic romances
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