By Sena Jeter Naslund
Marie Antoinette used to be a baby of fourteen while her mom, the Empress of Austria, prepared for her to go away her relations and her nation to develop into the spouse of the fifteen-year-old Dauphin, the long run King of France. Coming of age within the so much public of arenas—eager to be a great spouse and powerful queen—she warmly embraces her followed state and its voters. She indicates her new husband not anything yet love and encouragement, although he time and again fails to consummate their marriage and in so doing is not able to offer what she and the folks of France hope such a lot: a baby and an inheritor to the throne. Deeply disenchanted and remoted in her personal intimate circle, and except the social lifetime of the court docket, she permits herself to stay unaware of the country's becoming monetary and political crises, while terrible harvests, sour winters, struggle bills, and poverty precipitate uprising and revenge. The younger queen, as soon as loved by means of the typical people, turns into a goal of scorn, cruelty, and hatred as she, the court's nobles, and the remainder of the royal relatives are stuck up within the nightmarish violence of a murderous time known as "the Terror." With penetrating perception and with wondrous narrative ability, Sena Jeter Naslund bargains an intimate, clean, heartbreaking, and dramatic reimagining of this really compelling lady that is going a ways past renowned myth—and she makes a bygone time of tumultuous switch as genuine to us because the one we live in now.
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She told Amalia that because she would be a foreigner in Parma she must conform to the wishes of her husband, or she would be greatly disliked. You, too, will be a stranger and a subject, she told me, drawing me to sit on her knee. Because her stomach is so large, her knee was a small perch, and I feared I might slip right off the black satin. The Empress said she also had told Charlotte not to draw comparisons between Austrian customs and those of Naples. Charlotte, like yourself, has been chosen as a queen, not a mere duchess, like Amalia, she said to me, and I could tell that she loved Charlotte more, though she loves Marie Christine most of all and let her marry somebody she knew—Albert.
Most splendid is the Prince Louis de Rohan, whose lace collar is a wondrous web of intricate white threads. Though he is destined to become a prince of the church, like his uncle, he smiles at me as though he would like to invite me to dance. Demurely, I lower my gaze. The dignitaires request me to climb the steps to their platform, where I can be seen by those even at the edges of the vast, joyful crowd. The people’s pleasure in me and my pleasure in these simple folk of France form a true alliance.
The coach stops; the door is opened; they crowd forward, holding up baskets of flowers to me, and I bend to put my nose into their sweet colors. When I look into their faces, I smile with all my heart at these lovely children. They are neither French nor Austrian, but simply children. In response to my smiles, their faces brighten from within. Like the sun, I can shine upon them and make them happy. I know a truth: my greatest pleasure will always be to give my subjects pleasure. I step down to stand among them.
Abundance, A Novel of Marie Antoinette (P.S.) by Sena Jeter Naslund