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Name of fiction work? And were there other names you considered that you would like to share with us? The Last Collection – A Novel of Elsa Schiaparelli and Coco Chanel.
Fiction
genre? Ex science fiction, short story,
fantasy novella, romance, drama, crime, plays, flash fiction, historical,
comedy, movie script, screenplay, etc.
And how many pages long? Historical
Has this been published? If yes, what
publisher and what publication date? To
be published on June 25, 2019, by
Berkley.
What is the date you began writing this
piece of fiction and the date when you completely finished the piece of
fiction? I began writing it in the winter of 2016, and ended in the fall of 2018.
Where did you do most of your writing for this fiction work? And please describe in detail. And can you please include a photo? I like to work at home, since I use so many reference texts…a whole shelf of books that can’t be toted around unless I want to risk putting out my back. I have a home office with lots of windows, great light, and trees just outside my window so when I want to rest my eyes I can watch the squirrels attack the bird feeders. When I get stuck, though, I’ll go sit in a cafĂ© and work, or if it’s warm enough, go to the park and work.
Where did you do most of your writing for this fiction work? And please describe in detail. And can you please include a photo? I like to work at home, since I use so many reference texts…a whole shelf of books that can’t be toted around unless I want to risk putting out my back. I have a home office with lots of windows, great light, and trees just outside my window so when I want to rest my eyes I can watch the squirrels attack the bird feeders. When I get stuck, though, I’ll go sit in a cafĂ© and work, or if it’s warm enough, go to the park and work.
What were your writing habits while
writing this work- did you drink something as you wrote, listen to music, write
in pen and paper, directly on laptop; specific time of day? I like to have
music in the background. For this novel,
set in Paris between the wars, I listened to a lot of jazz from the 1920’s and
30’s, and the great singers – Maurice Chevalier, Edith Piaf, Josephine Baker (Below).
I work best in the morning, when I’m fresh and the story has been
simmering in my head overnight as I sleep.
I do write directly on my laptop.
I’m left-handed and my handwriting is illegible even to me! I drink hibiscus tree or green tea.
What is the summary of this specific fiction work? I’m including some of the quotes
I’ve received for my novel, since the authors were so wonderful about giving a
sense of this novel.
“Exquisitely melding world politics
and high fashion, THE LAST COLLECTION is a smart, witty, heartfelt, and
riveting look at the infamous rivalry between Coco Chanel (Above Left) and Elsa Schiaparelli (Above Right) set against a gripping period in history. Mackin’s powerful novel brings these
characters to life and transports the reader, juxtaposing both the gaiety and
tension of Paris on the brink of war. As elegant and captivating as the designs
depicted in the novel, THE LAST COLLECTION is the perfect read for both
historical fiction lovers and fashion aficionados. Simply stunning.”--Chanel Cleeton, USA Today bestselling
author of Next Year in Havana
“A wonderful story of two
intensely creative women, their vibrant joie de vivre, and backbiting competition
played out against the increasingly ominous threat of the Nazi invasion of
Paris. Seamless research makes every character leap to life and kept me totally
engaged from beginning to end. --Shelley Noble, New York
Times bestselling author of Lighthouse Beach
"As Hitler and the Nazis
gather strength and the world braces for war, Elsa Schiaparelli and Coco
Chanel, whose politics differ as much as their couture, wage a war of their
own. Lily Sutter, the woman who finds herself in the middle of their feud, has
a battle of her own as she struggles to make a new start amidst extreme grief
and loss. From New York to Paris, Jeanne Mackin takes the reader on an
enthralling journey, complete with such vivid descriptions of the clothing, you
can practically see them on the page. Beautifully rendered and meticulously
researched, THE LAST COLLECTION is a must read." --Renée Rosen, author of Park
Avenue Summer
Can you give the
reader just enough information for them to understand what is going on in the
excerpt? The Last Collection is
narrated by Lily, who has gone to Paris to visit her brother, Charlie, who is
in love with Ania, who is already married.
The heartbreak of their story is set against the growing tension in
France, which is on the brink of war with Germany, and the rivalry between Coco
Chanel and Elsa Schiaparelli.
Why is this excerpt so emotional for you? And can you describe your own emotional experience of writing this specific excerpt? Going to a party, a ball, all dressed up and with people you love, is such an act of hope and joy, but in this case everything is about to go very wrong. Charlie and Ania and Lily are heading toward destruction, just like France is, and don’t yet know it. This passage, for me, is about that moment when everything you want is almost within reach and you’re warm with the joy and possibility of your life.
Why is this excerpt so emotional for you? And can you describe your own emotional experience of writing this specific excerpt? Going to a party, a ball, all dressed up and with people you love, is such an act of hope and joy, but in this case everything is about to go very wrong. Charlie and Ania and Lily are heading toward destruction, just like France is, and don’t yet know it. This passage, for me, is about that moment when everything you want is almost within reach and you’re warm with the joy and possibility of your life.
Please include the excerpt and include
page numbers as reference. The excerpt can be as short or as long as you
prefer.
Pp 87-88
Ania’s
chauffeur drove that night, and I was sardined in the backseat with Charlie and
Ania, those silly wings of my costume backdropping all three of us, like
overlarge angel wings in badly painted medieval altar pieces. Charlie and Ania,
sitting next to each other, pretended, for the chauffeur’s benefit, to make
conversation for all three of us. I recognized the lovers’ codes, the “remember
whens” and “do you thinks” that pass for conversation but are instead
lovemaking with words.
I could
sense the chauffeur’s suspicion and disapproval. He hadn’t fallen for my little
act with Ania: me, the inseparable friend who happened to have a brother always
tagging along. He knew what was going on, he knew what the conversation really
was. And I couldn’t help thinking that this chauffeur, in the employ of Ania’s
husband, wasn’t as attractive as von Dincklage’s driver, that serious,
unsmiling boy with the blond hair.
The evening
shone with blue—the sheen of Charlie’s lapels, the blue crystals on Ania’s
dress, the sky overhead, deep-blue velvet with glittering stars. I wasn’t
happy—Allen wasn’t with me—but I was beginning to remember what happiness had felt
like. Even the automobile drive, which I had dreaded, wasn’t too bad. Every
once in a while the road would curve and my hands would curl into
white-knuckled fists, and then the road would straighten and I would be okay
again. Even so, I had a sense of foreboding, as I always did in an automobile,
after the accident. Ania was in a gay mood, refusing to be serious about
anything, to answer any questions.
The air was
almost too soft, the temperature too perfect. The oppressive daytime heat had
tempered itself into something milder, sweeter, closer to a welcome embrace
than a suffocating blanket. Charlie and Ania spoke in soft murmurs. Under cover
of the wrap thrown over her knees, they were holding hands again, like they had
that first day, under the tea table in the Schiaparelli showroom.
“What a
night,” Ania sighed. “I’ll never forget it.”
Charlie
whispered something to her and I saw the driver’s eyes dart into the rearview
mirror, checking.
“Ania, are
my wings okay? They’re not getting crushed, are they?” I asked, reminding them
they weren’t alone.
It was my
first, my only, full-dress costume party. They were events planned for, and
attended by, the very rich and sometimes, I suspected, the very bored or at
least those who feared boredom more than any other condition. People with more
money than I could imagine, dressed to kill in disguises that sometimes defied
description. The worse the economy grew, and in Europe and the United States it
was growing worse by the day, the fancier the balls became. It was fairy-tale
time, as if truth could be ignored.
. . .
as if the reality that was Hitler could be ignored.
When
reality threatens to become unbearable, we make believe. Children do, and
adults, too, except their make-believe is more expensive, in terms of either
dollars or emotional cost, because reality is there, waiting for you around the
next corner.
Paris that
year had already concocted a silver ball, where everyone dressed in silver and
the rooms were plated in silver. A golden ball had followed; a Racine ball with
everyone dressed as characters from a Racine play, the ancient regime risen
from its own, moldy grave.
It was mad,
this ignoring of reality just as reality was about to turn horrific. There were
so many things we should have been paying attention to, newspaper headlines, a
look of fear in some people’s eyes, a restlessness like that in a herd before
lightning strikes. We were the passengers on the Titanic,
still hoping that the thud and shudder of the ship was just a large wave, not
an iceberg.
***
Were there any deletions from this
excerpt that you can share with us? And can you please include a photo of your
marked up rough drafts of this excerpt. I edit on my laptop, so I don’t have
a marked up draft I could share.
Other works you
have published? Jeanne
Mackin’s novel, The Beautiful American (New American Library), based on the
life of photographer and war correspondent Lee Miller, received the 2014 CNY
award for fiction. Her other novels
include A Lady of Good Family, about gilded age personality Beatrix
Farrand, The Sweet By and By, about nineteenth century
spiritualist Maggie Fox, Dreams
of Empire set in Napoleonic Egypt, The Queen’s War, about Eleanor of
Aquitaine, and The Frenchwoman, set in revolutionary France and the
Pennsylvania wilderness.
Jeanne Mackin is also the author of
the Cornell Book of Herbs and Edible Flowers (Cornell University
publications) and co-editor of The Book of Love (W.W. Norton.) She
was the recipient of a creative writing fellowship from the American
Antiquarian Society and a keynote speaker for The Dickens Fellowship. Her work
in journalism won awards from the Council for the Advancement and Support of
Education, in Washington, D.C. She has taught or conducted workshops in
Pennsylvania, Hawaii and at Goddard College in Vermont.
I was born in upstate New York, in a rolling countryside of lakes and small towns. After college, a year of backpacking through Europe and living a few years in Boston, I returned to this beautiful place to pursue what I had always known would be my life’s work: writing fiction. I can’t imagine my life without this work, without the joy of delving into that place in my head where stories take shape and then leap (well, sometimes crawl or limp!) onto the page. I live with my husband in a farmhouse that first sheltered a family before the Civil War, and in its nooks and crannies we have found report cards from the 1930’s, a former resident’s love letters from the end of World War II , and old photos from the nineteenth century, and books, books, books left behind by many generations. This is a house that loves stories!
www.jeannemackin.com
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