historical fiction

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His battle-scarred heart stands in the way of a love that could heal him.

Alex MacDonell returns home from fighting for clan and king to discover that the girl he once hunted and fished with has become an intriguing young woman. Kenna has adored him for years, but he always treated her like a little sister. When her own brother dies from battle wounds, Kenna is left with no family or home.

Alex would love Kenna if he could, but recurring nightmares of acts he committed while hunting down Covenanters now haunt his days and nights. When Kenna comes too close to his heart, he pushes her out of his life—and into the arms of another. Too late, he regrets his impulsive actions. Now he must fight to win her back before she weds another and is lost to him forever.

Book 3 in the Highland Soldiers series, Scottish historical romances set during the turbulent Covenanter times of seventeenth century Scotland.

A Better Way to Think About the Genre Debate by Joshua Rothman

Frye’s scheme is simple. In his view, the world of fiction is composed of four braided genres: novel, romance, anatomy, and confession. “Pride and Prejudice” is a novel. “Wuthering Heights” isn’t: it’s a romance, an extension of a form that predates the novel by many hundreds of years. (“The romancer does not attempt to create ‘real people’ so much as stylized figures which expand into psychological archetypes,” Frye writes. “That is why the romance so often radiates a glow of subjective intensity that the novel lacks.”) Novels take place in the regulated world—in “society”—and are driven by plots. Romances take place “in vacuo,” on the moors, where “nihilistic and untamable” things tend to happen. The characters in romances are often revolutionaries, but “the social affinities of the romance, with its grave idealizing of heroism and purity, are with the aristocracy.” For that reason, novels, which thrive on social sophistication, often incorporate romance in an ironic way (“Don Quixote,” “Lord Jim”). Many young-adult books, like those in the “Hunger Games” trilogy, are pure romances: maybe, instead of asking why so many grownups read young-adult novels, we ought to be asking why novels are losing, and romances gaining, in appeal.

 

http://www.newyorker.com/books/joshua-rothman/better-way-think-genre-debate

Thomas Hardy crowds’ madding fury over plans to build 400ft wind turbines on countryside which inspired famous novelist | Mail Online

Mail Online

The rolling countryside of Dorset beloved by poet and novelist Thomas Hardy will be ‘devastated’ if plans to build a dozen wind turbines there go ahead, angry residents have claimed.

The Thomas Hardy Society has condemned proposals to erect two wind farms close to locations the author wrote into his best-known works, saying they will blight the beautiful countryside that attracts crowds of tourists each year.

The proposed sites for the 400ft turbines are between the villages of Tolpuddle and Puddletown, close to where both The Return Of The Native and Far From The Madding Crowd were set, and at Charminster, not far from the tiny village of Stinsford where Hardy was born and where his heart is buried.

BBC News – Thomas Hardy bedrooms open for first time at Max Gate, Dorchester

BBC News – Thomas Hardy bedrooms open for first time at Max Gate, Dorchester

I don’t think the video quite does these justice. They’re board books with one word pages. I’ve just ordered Pride and Prejudice. I can’t wait until Jane Eyre comes out in the fall. (No, I don’t have any young children to read them to. They’re for me, okay?)

Cozy Classics Trailer – Pride and Prejudice | Moby Dick (by cozyclassics)

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From Rob Roy by Walter Scott

In the attitude in which she bent from her horse, which was a Highland pony, her face, not perhaps altogether unwillingly, touched mine. She pressed my hand, while the tear that trembled in her eye found its way to my cheek instead of her own. It was a moment never to be forgotten—inexpressibly bitter, yet mixed with a sensation of pleasure so deeply soothing and affecting, as at once to unlock all the flood-gates of the heart. It was but a moment, however; for, instantly recovering from the feeling to which she had involuntarily given way, she intimated to her companion she was ready to attend him, and putting their horses to a brisk pace, they were soon far distant from the place where I stood.

Rob Roy by Walter Scott