At Summer's End
(Sprache: Englisch)
"A sparkling debut from a new author we re all going to want more from. Susan Meissner, bestselling author of The Nature of Fragile Things
When an ambitious female artist accepts an unexpected commission at a powerful earl's country estate...
When an ambitious female artist accepts an unexpected commission at a powerful earl's country estate...
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"A sparkling debut from a new author we re all going to want more from. Susan Meissner, bestselling author of The Nature of Fragile ThingsWhen an ambitious female artist accepts an unexpected commission at a powerful earl's country estate in 1920s England, she finds his war-torn family crumbling under the weight of long-kept secrets. From debut author Courtney Ellis comes a captivating novel about finding the courage to heal after the ravages of war.
Alberta Preston accepts the commission of a lifetime when she receives an invitation from the Earl of Wakeford to spend a summer painting at His Lordship's country home, Castle Braemore. Bertie imagines her residence at the prodigious estate will finally enable her to embark on a professional career and prove her worth as an artist, regardless of her gender.
Upon her arrival, however, Bertie finds the opulent Braemore and its inhabitants diminished by the Great War. The earl has been living in isolation since returning from the trenches, locked away in his rooms and hiding battle scars behind a prosthetic mask. While his younger siblings eagerly welcome Bertie into their world, she soon sees chips in that world's gilded facade. As she and the earl develop an unexpected bond, Bertie becomes deeply entangled in the pain and secrets she discovers hidden within Castle Braemore and the hearts of its residents.
Threaded with hope, love, and loss, At Summer's End delivers a portrait of a noble family--and a world--changed forever by the war to end all wars.
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1June 1922
It didn't take much to excite the neighbors-only a little feature in the Times accompanying a photograph of my painting, the winner of an art contest put on by the Royal British Legion. Four years on, there were still plenty of funds needing to be raised for veterans of the Great War.
My painting had received first prize. I delighted in the opportunity to parade the crimson ribbon before my family, but the true victory was having my name in print. It was my name shortened, but no matter. Everyone who saw the feature would think Bertie Preston a man. Or so I hoped. For who would commission a painting from an unknown female artist?
Our neighbor Mrs. Lemm would, and after seeing the article, did. My very first.
On a Tuesday afternoon, I completed the portrait of her Yorkshire terrier, Duchess, and accepted annuity of four shillings, sixpence. The amount made no difference to me; I was only pleased to be paid for my work at last. It was only four shillings, sixpence, but it was four shillings, sixpence closer to a room in London and a life of my own.
Unmarried at twenty-eight, one might resolve to consider oneself a sad and lonely spinster. Only I wasn't sad, or lonely. I rather enjoyed an empty room with an easel in it.
After leaving Mrs. Lemm's house, I used my earnings to buy a bunch of peonies. It was while I was out that the earl's letter arrived.
Our maid Jane didn't come to the door, so I set down my easel, hung my cloche on the rack, and went through to the parlor, where I was accosted by the odor of wood glue. My father had lately taken the hobby of building model boats, which he then sailed on the local pond of an afternoon. Now he sat at a table once reserved for games of bridge, painting tiny strokes on his toy boat's hull. Painting! My father! Who, as a retired banker, was a man of numbers and
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not creativity. I never knew my parents to engage in the arts, which was why I'd been under their scorn since adolescence for lacking focus on anything apart from painting.
Mother came through from the kitchen, where she was surely bullying our cook about the state of dinner. Neither of them had noticed my arrival, so I announced, "Peonies!" and held the bunch in Mother's direction. "Won't they be lovely?"
Her mouth was permanently downturned, but the creases deepened at the sight of the flowers. "Oh, Bertie, you know your father's hay fever is the devil in June. Do put them outdoors."
Father peered over wire spectacles balanced on the end of his nose. "No, no bother to me, surely."
"I'll not have you bedridden over a few measly blooms. Please, Bertie?"
On cue, Father sneezed. I sent my eyes skyward and trudged back to the foyer, swung the door open, and tossed the flower bunch-which I'd spent a hard-earned penny on-to the front path. How remarkable the glue odor should have no effect whatsoever on Father's lungs.
Back in the parlor, Mother leaned over his shoulder, watching him tinker. "How does Mrs. Lemm do, Bertie?"
"Well," I answered. "Charming as always. I had a lovely time." I shrank to the window seat and pinched a piece of my newly chopped bob. A smudge of paint clung to my thumb, the rusty shade of a terrier's whiskers.
"So good of her to have you, wasn't it? She knows how much you enjoy doing your paintings." Here, Mother implied I wasn't an artist at all, but a hobbyist like my father. "Mrs. Flynn called by earlier; she'd seen the Times and wanted to have a look at the prize painting. You remember her boy John was killed on the Somme?-poor lamb burst into tears."
My painting, entitled Something for the Pain, had begun as a sketch I'd done whilst serving in the Voluntary Aid Detachment, stationed near the Western Front. It captured a nursing sister in her grey uniform and veil, standing
Mother came through from the kitchen, where she was surely bullying our cook about the state of dinner. Neither of them had noticed my arrival, so I announced, "Peonies!" and held the bunch in Mother's direction. "Won't they be lovely?"
Her mouth was permanently downturned, but the creases deepened at the sight of the flowers. "Oh, Bertie, you know your father's hay fever is the devil in June. Do put them outdoors."
Father peered over wire spectacles balanced on the end of his nose. "No, no bother to me, surely."
"I'll not have you bedridden over a few measly blooms. Please, Bertie?"
On cue, Father sneezed. I sent my eyes skyward and trudged back to the foyer, swung the door open, and tossed the flower bunch-which I'd spent a hard-earned penny on-to the front path. How remarkable the glue odor should have no effect whatsoever on Father's lungs.
Back in the parlor, Mother leaned over his shoulder, watching him tinker. "How does Mrs. Lemm do, Bertie?"
"Well," I answered. "Charming as always. I had a lovely time." I shrank to the window seat and pinched a piece of my newly chopped bob. A smudge of paint clung to my thumb, the rusty shade of a terrier's whiskers.
"So good of her to have you, wasn't it? She knows how much you enjoy doing your paintings." Here, Mother implied I wasn't an artist at all, but a hobbyist like my father. "Mrs. Flynn called by earlier; she'd seen the Times and wanted to have a look at the prize painting. You remember her boy John was killed on the Somme?-poor lamb burst into tears."
My painting, entitled Something for the Pain, had begun as a sketch I'd done whilst serving in the Voluntary Aid Detachment, stationed near the Western Front. It captured a nursing sister in her grey uniform and veil, standing
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Autoren-Porträt von Courtney Ellis
Courtney Ellis began writing at a young age, and developed an interest in history from her grandfather s stories of World War II. After obtaining her BA in English and Creative Writing, she went on to pursue a career in publishing. She lives in New York.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Courtney Ellis
- 2021, 368 Seiten, Maße: 13,8 x 20,7 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley
- ISBN-10: 0593201299
- ISBN-13: 9780593201299
- Erscheinungsdatum: 02.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
I loved everything about this book: the richly drawn characters, the evocative setting, the very heart and soul of the story within the pages. It s everything you want in a novel for these times we are in. A sparkling debut from a new author we re all going to want more from. Susan Meissner, bestselling author of The Nature of Fragile Things"Readers will be captivated by this stirring debut of love, family secrets and human frailties. Told with wit and tenderness, this story is as unique as its characters, Bertie and Julian Wakeford, an earl like no other. Ellis deftly captures the devastation of war and what it means to be comfortable in one s own skin. Renée Rosen, bestselling author of The Social Graces
Ellis s lyrical, emotional writing brings the beauty of Braemore alive while revealing the complexity of the richly drawn characters as Bertie pursues artistic recognition alongside her emotionally charged love affair with Julian. Historical fiction fans will appreciate this. Publishers Weekly
The lush setting and vivid characters are utterly captivating in Ellis' lovely debut. Booklist
Superb... Readers will be filled with suspense, sometimes even anxiousness, but also cheer for Bertie s boldness, her sense of accomplishment, and the decision she makes at summer s end. Historical Novel Society
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