
Today at Risky Regencies, Judith James is our visitor! I LOVED her book Libertine's Kiss and am so excited she's giving away a copy there...
An historical author shares her obsessions with books, tea, chocolate, wine, and whatever takes her fancy!

When I was a baby, my mother received shower gifts of many, many books (an omen, maybe?). One of them was from my grandmother, an alphabet book called A is for Annabelle, where each letter stood for some item in the doll Annabelle's extensive wardrobe (seriously, this was one fashionista of a doll!). Once I was old enough to look at it for myself I was enthralled by the beautiful illustrations and always begged for a doll just like Annabelle for Christmas, though I never got one. The author was Tasha Tudor, and I also had many other books by her on my childhood shelf. She was born on this day in 1915, and in honor of the many hours of enjoyment she gave me as a child she's featured here this weekend.
She was born in Boston and originally named after her father, naval architect Starling Burgess. But her name was soon changed to Natasha (shortened to Tasha) because her father was a big fan of War and Peace, and her mother's maiden name was Tudor (her mother was the artist Rosamund Tudor). She grew up surrounded by a sophisticated, learned environment, and in 1938 married Thomas McCready and moved with him to a large old farm in New Hampshire, where their four children were born. Her first book, Pumpkin Moonshine, written for a young niece of her husband, was published in 1938, starting a long career of almost 100 books (the last published in 2003). (She was divorced in 1961, and she and all her children changed their name legally to Tudor. A second marriage was very brief). She lived the rest of her life on a farm in Vermont, with an old-fashioned lifestyle and lots of family business concerns.
Her books, which "feature simple, captivating and often rhyming text accompanied by enchanting detailed and realistic drawings with soft colors," received Caldecott Awards and a Regina Medal in 1971. She also illustrated beautiful Christmas cards, Valentines, prints, calendars, and many other items. She also toured the country for many years giving lectures and workshops; her last appearance was at an exhibit in Williamsburg in 1997 where many of her personal and dollhouse items were on display along with the manuscript and original illustrations for her most famous book, Corgiville Fair. She died June 18, 2008 at her home in Vermont, leaving family contention (and a gorgeous body of work) behind her. For more information, see the Tasha Tudor and Family website
August seems to be shaping up as the Month of Musical Heroines! Today we look at Lili Boulanger (Marie-Juliette Olga Lili Boulanger), born on August 21, 1893.
The next year she went on to win the Prix de Rome for her composition titled Faust et Helene, becoming the very first female composer to win. She was noted for the "colorful harmony and instrumentation and skillful text setting" of her compositions, which often center on themes of grief and loss. She is considered a great influence on many composers even today.
Lili died at the age of 24 on March 15, 1918 and was buried at the Cimitiere de Montmartre in Paris (her sister was buried next to her when she died in 1979).

This weekend's Heroine is English author Letitia Landon, born on August 14 in 1802! Though she was well-known in her time, she's unfairly overlooked today....
In October 1836 Letitia met George Maclean, governor of the British colony at Ghana (then the Gold Coast) and the two fell into a whirlwind romance. Despite some separations and misunderstandings, they were married June 7, 1838, though the marriage was at first kept secret. In July they sailed to Maclean's post in Ghana, where Letitia was found dead on October 15 of that year with a bottle of prussic acid in her hand. Later poets including Elizabeth Barrett Browning (with her poem LEL's Last Question) and Christina Rossetti (who also wrote a poem titled LEL) cited her as a great influence.
Jemaine and Bret from Flight of the Conchords (because funny is sexy!)
David Tennant
James McAvoy (I was surprised he fell under this category--all I can say is some people must not have seen his shirtless scene in Macbeth)
Stephen Dillane (if you haven't seen John Adams or Firelight go see them immediately! I'll wait...)
Benedict Cumberbatch (an odd one--he can seem like the most weaselly man alive in Starter for Ten or Small Island, but intense in stuff like The Last Enemy and that one Miss Marple mystery. Can't wait until they show the new BBC Sherlock Holmes here)
Slowly getting back into the routine of writing and blogging after the excitement of RWA! This weekend's Heroine is French composer and pianist Cecile Chaminade, who was born August 8 in 1857. Though her reputation suffered a decline after her death, the recent renewed interest in women composers such as Fanny Mendelsohn, Clara Schumann, and Amy Beach has lifted her to attention again.
She embarked on a touring career, and made her English debut in 1892, where she was very popular, while continuing to travel in France. In 1901 she married music publisher Louis Carbonel, and after his death in 1907 never married again. Soon after she visited the United States and became just as popular there as in Europe. Her pieces such as Ballet 1 and Scarf Dance were best sellers, and she composed theatrical and ballet music as well as a Konzertstuck for piano and orchestra. In 1913 she was awarded the Legion d'Honneur (the first for a female composer) and in 1903 made some early gramophone recordings of 6 of her compositions. As she grew older she composed less and less, and was effectively retired when she died in Monte Carlo on April 13, 1944.
This weekend's Heroine is the prototypical flapper Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald, born on this day in 1900, in Montgomery, Alabama! She was a spoiled Southern belle, the youngest of six children of Minnie and Anthony Sayre, members of a prominent Southern family. As a child she was known to be very active and energetic, taking ballet lessons, swimming, spending time outdoors; she was less interested in her school lessons, though she was a popular student at Sidney Lanier High School. She was known as something of a scandal in Montgomery, drinking, smoking, going out with boys, and (gasp!) wearing a one-piece flesh-colored bathing suit. She sought out attention whenever possible, flouting convention, but her family's position kept her from ruin. She had many suitors.
They were famous in New York, both for the success of the book and for their wild, flapper-ish behavior. Zelda jumped in the fountain at Union Square; they were kicked out of hotels for drunkeness; they rode on top of taxis. Dorothy Parker said of them, "They did both look as though they had just stepped out of the sun; their youth was striking. Everyone wanted to meet them." But the drinking fueled not only parties by violent arguments. In October 1921 their only child, Frances "Scottie" Fitzgerald, was born in Scott's hometown of St. Paul, Minnesota. They employed a nurse for the baby as well as housekeepers, cooks, and laundresses. They seldom saw the child or were even at home. The next year Zelda again became pregnant, and possibly had an abortion.
When Scott's next book, The Beautiful and the Damned, was published the New York Tribune asked Zelda to write a cheeky review. Though the review was humorous and quirky, it also revealed her frustration at Scott's "borrowing" of her own words and their marriage: "It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and also scraps of letters...which sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald...seems to believe that plagiarism believes at home." The piece led to offers from other magazines, including an article called "Eulogy on the Flapper" in Metropolitan Magazine. But the couple had money troubles as well as health worries, and in 1924 they left for Paris and then the Riviera where Scott worked on The Great Gatsby and Zelda began a wild flirtation with the young French pilot Edouard Jozan. She asked Scott for a divorce, starting even more arguments, though Jozan soon left and later told Zelda's biographer there was never a real affair.
As the 1920s progressed, the marriage deteriorated. Scott became more alcoholic and Zelda's behavior more and more erratic. At 27 she turned back to her childhood love of ballet, setting up a grueling daily practice of 8 hours a day which drove her to exhaustion. She was actually offered a place with the San Carlo Opera Ballet in Naples in 1929, but declined. In 1930 she was sent to a sanatorium in France where she was diagnosed in schizophrenic. After a stay at another hospital in Switzerland the Fitzgeralds returned to Alabama where her father was dying. Scott then left for work in Hollywood, and by February 1932 Zelda was again in hospital. While at the Phipps Clinic in Baltimore she felt a surge of creativity and wrote a book, Save Me the Waltz, in 6 weeks. She then sent it to Scott's publisher. When Scott read it he was furious at its obvious depiction of their stormy marriage (which he intended to use himself). It was published in October 1932 in a small printing, but only sold half of even that and was a failure.
From the mid-1930s Zelda spent her life in and out of hospitals, ending up at the Highland Hospital in Asheville, NC in 1936 where she stayed while Scott worked in Hollywood and had an affair with gossip columnist Sheilah Graham. In 1938 Scott and Zelda tried a trip together to Cuba, which was a failure. They never saw each other again until Scott's death in 1940 (she did not attend the funeral, or their daughter's wedding a few years later). She started a new novel, Caesar's Things, which was never finished, and she died in a fire at highland Hospital on March 10, 1948, a sad and terrible end to a life that once seemed to promise so much and came to stand for a whole generation. She was buried with Scott in Rockville, Maryland, under a stone engraved with the last line of The Great Gatsby: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."