The Golden Tulip

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Francesca’s father is a well-known painter in the bustling port city of Amsterdam; he is also a gambler. Though their household is in economic chaos, thankfully the lessons she learned in his studio have prepared her to study with Johannes Vermeer, the master of Delft.

When she arrives to begin her apprenticeship, Francesca is stunned to find rules, written in her father’s hand, insisting that she give up the freedoms she once enjoyed at home- including her friendship with ...

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Overview

Francesca’s father is a well-known painter in the bustling port city of Amsterdam; he is also a gambler. Though their household is in economic chaos, thankfully the lessons she learned in his studio have prepared her to study with Johannes Vermeer, the master of Delft.

When she arrives to begin her apprenticeship, Francesca is stunned to find rules, written in her father’s hand, insisting that she give up the freedoms she once enjoyed at home- including her friendship with Pieter van Doorne, a tulip merchant. Unaware of a terrible bargain her father has made against her future, Francesca pursues her growing affection for Pieter even as she learns to paint like Vermeer, in layers of light. As her talent blooms, “tulip mania” sweeps the land, and fortunes are being made on a single bulb. What seems like a boon for Pieter instead reveals the extent of the betrayal of Francesca’s father. And as the two learn the true nature of the obstacles in their path, a patron of Francesca’s father determines to do anything in his power to ensure she stays within the limits that have been set for her.

The Golden Tulip brings one of the most exciting periods of Dutch history alive, creating a page-turning novel that is as vivid and unforgettable as a Vermeer painting.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

Love, tulips, painting, Dutch patriotism and the dynamics of personal and political power inform Laker's sprawling saga, set in Holland during the time of Rembrandt and Vermeer (both of whom serve as secondary characters). Francesca is the eldest daughter of the painter Hendrik Visser and a talented artist in her own right. So is middle sister, Aletta, while the youngest, Sybella, is far more interested in marrying well. Hendrik is successful, but his drinking and gambling keep the family in penury. Once the girls' mother dies, Francesca has new responsibilities, which she must soon balance with an apprenticeship to a little-known Vermeer. Tulip grower Pieter van Doorne makes a delivery at the house one day while Francesca prepares to pose as flower goddess Flora for her father. Pieter is instantly smitten, but the man who commissioned the Flora painting, wealthy ship owner Ludolf van Deventer, has designs on Flora, as well as on the country's political future. Laker (To Dance with Kings) excels at broad-strokes portraiture, moving from 17th-century intrigue to intimate glimpses of daily life. The absorbing plot unfolds slowly and conveys real passion for both life and work. (Nov.)

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
This period piece set in 17th-century Holland, though unabashedly romantic and somewhat predictable, is far from ordinary. Young painter Francesca Visser's absorbing story, displayed against a carefully documented background of Dutch artistic achievement, is mixed with turbulent politics and enriched by memorable portraits of respectable--and dissolute--Dutch burghers. Francesca's father, a debt-ridden and intemperate Amsterdam painter, faces 30 years in prison for an enormous gambling loss. To insure a loan from Ludolf van Deventer, an unscrupulous shipowner, he signs a contract authorizing the marriage of Ludolf and Francesca. Unaware of this binding agreement, the gifted and independent girl moves to Delft for a six-year apprenticeship with Jan Vermeer and falls in love with Pieter van Doorne, a tulip grower and staunch Dutch patriot. Her subsequent difficulties increase as Ludolf proves far more dangerous than first realized. The suspense rarely slackens, for Francesca's spirited younger sisters, Aletta and Sybylla, enter into highly entertaining and surprising romances of their own. Laker's ( Circle of Pearls ) tightly woven novel, swift-moving and filled with lusty characters, is weakened only by a convoluted, lengthy cloak-and-dagger finale. (Oct.)
School Library Journal
YA-- Set in the heyday of the great 17th-century Dutch artists, The Golden Tulip is a historical romance fraught with political intrigue. Having studied with her artist father, Francesca Visser plans to become a master painter. Shortly before she begins an art apprenticeship with Jan Vermeer, she discovers that her father, desperate for money to settle his gambling debts, has acquired a wealthy patron with a shady past who demands Francesca as collateral for a loan. Financial assistance from an unexpected source frees her to go to Delft where her relationship with Pieter van Doorne, a tulip grower, blossoms and the traitorous patron's plot during the French invasion is revealed. Despite the length of the novel, devotees of the genre will find it engrossing.-- Carol Clark, R.E. Lee High School, Springfield, VA
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307352576
  • Publisher: Crown/Archetype
  • Publication date: 11/27/2007
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 576
  • Sales rank: 690,983
  • Product dimensions: 7.80 (w) x 5.20 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

ROSALIND LAKER is the author of several novels, including To Dance with Kings and The Venetian Mask. She lives in England.
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Chapter 1 f  For as long as ten-year-old Francesca Visser could remember she had been intensely aware of the colors of her world. The golden gleam of her mother’s neatly dressed hair. The azure sparkle of Amsterdam’s many canals under a summer sky and their frosty gray-green brilliance when frozen. Tall russet roofs made pale by mist and the ruby hues of tulips in the flower beds of the rear courtyard of her home. Above all else the treasure trove of her father’s studio, where a few drops of linseed oil could make the powdery pigments, dark in their storage jars, burst gloriously into vermilion, lime yellow, deep blue and velvet purple for his palette and her own. Yet today as she posed for him, wearing her best gown and seated on the studio rostrum, everything seemed somber and shaded. A great crisis was looming up in the household and at the present time only she knew about it. She hugged the secret knowledge to herself, her heart heavy, and was afraid. The house and the studio itself were as normal. There was the familiar slap of Hendrick Visser’s dog’s-hair brush against his canvas and the distant clatter of pots in the kitchen, where Griet, the maidservant, was preparing the noon meal under the direction of old Maria, who had been nurse to Francesca’s mother and aunt before taking charge of the next generation. From beyond the diamond-paned windows came the slow clop of a horse’s hooves as it pulled a loaded barge along the canal that divided the length of the street outside. “You’re letting your head droop, Francesca. Raise your chin.” “Yes, Papa.” As Francesca obeyed, shaking back her coppery hair, she thought it no wonder that her head had sunk with the weight of the forthcoming calamity on her mind, but she set the angle of her chin  resolutely, determined not to lose her pose again. She knew from experience never to fidget or else her father would get angry and bellow at her. Hendrick did not mind talk from the rostrum, but he would not tolerate movement. It was the reason why neither of her sisters liked to pose for him. Aletta, who was a year younger than Francesca, became restless through nervousness, while Sybylla, who was younger than Aletta by thirteen months, was too energetic ever to be still, except when asleep. The fact was that Hendrick could never restrain himself from shouting, wherever he was, if anything upset him. His bushy, ginger-colored brows would gather like clouds before a thunderstorm and his heavily jowled face would turn crimson, a sight dreaded more by Aletta than anyone else in the household. Francesca tried frequently to reassure her sister that the old proverb about someone’s bark being worse than his bite applied to their father, but she never paid any heed. It was not uncommon for Hendrick’s temper to lead him into quarrels in the taverns and gambling dens of Amsterdam that he frequented too often for his wife’s liking. Sometimes the trouble only started through an argument with certain of his fellow artists, hotheaded like him when they had been drinking too much, over something as easy to discuss as techniques in painting. Francesca had seen her mother roll up her eyes and let her hands droop in her lap upon hearing of this and similar causes of confrontation. “Men!” Anna Visser would sigh with emphasis, putting a cold compress on her husband’s black eye. Then he would grin, catch her hand to kiss the palm or fondle her rump through her skirts. She knew well enough that the next time he and his friends met, the discord would be forgotten until one or another subject controversial to artists came up again. Francesca, now that she was old enough to be more observant in such matters, could tell that her mother worried more about his gambling than his involvement in occasional brawls. Sometimes her parents had wrathful spats between themselves. Then it was like an explosion of fireworks, for Anna was like most tolerant people in that she could give back as fiercely as she received when her temper was finally aroused beyond control. Yet these parental upsets did not trouble Francesca, for they were never of long duration, always ending upstairs in the marital bedchamber, where there was a great deal of bumping about before her parents emerged again, smiling and kissing, arms about each other. Similarly Francesca never minded when the food on the table was plain and barely adequate, because whenever her father had money in his purse there would be plenty again. After a win at gambling he would come home with his arms full of largesse and, his breath smelling winey, toss gifts of toys and sweetmeats to her and her sisters. Then he would fill Anna’s arms with flowers, taking one to tuck into her hair, before kneeling to place pink satin shoes on her feet. After that he would unwind the rolls of fine fabrics he had bought, whirling them out like banners to show there was to be a new gown for every female in the household before he piled the multicolored velvets, silks and gilt-threaded brocades in Anna’s lap. She would always smile and sometimes laugh, but often tears would trickle from her eyes no matter how he tried to kiss them away. Yesterday there had been one of these exuberant performances. Janetje Veldhuis, who was Anna’s younger sister and lived on her own in the house in which they had grown up, had been the recipient of a present simply because she had happened to be visiting at the time. Her pretty face had become as rosy as the rich brocade that Hendrick had draped over her shoulder. “It’s not my birthday,” she had protested. “Neither is it anyone else’s,” Hendrick had laughed. Francesca had sensed instinctively that the pinkness in her aunt’s cheeks had come from embarrassment. No doubt Aunt Janetje had thought that the money for her gift would have been better spent on settling a few of the Visser household’s unpaid bills. Anna never complained, but Janetje knew how her sister had to scrimp and save and keep at bay irate tradesmen at the door. But the incident of the brocade had occurred yesterday and today Aunt Janetje’s blushes had stemmed from a different cause. Such misery welled up in Francesca at the thought of it that a noisy sob broke from her throat before she could stop it and the tears gushed at last. “Whatever is the matter?” Hendrick, agile in spite of his portly girth, almost threw aside his brush and palette as he rushed to her. “Are you tired? I shouldn’t have expected a second sitting from you this morning!” She shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck as he swept her up and held her to him. “It’s not that,” she sobbed. “I think Aunt Janetje is going to marry and then I’ll never see her again.” He sat down on the edge of the rostrum and perched her on his knee. It was his belief that his sister-in-law saw Francesca as the daughter she had never had, which was why there was such a close bond between them. “Why should you get such a nonsensical idea into your head, child?” he asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Your aunt is a fine-looking woman and would make any fortunate man a good wife, but she has never found anyone to suit her after an early disappointment and is fulfilling her life in other ways.” “She has found someone now. At the Korvers’ house. I went there in my rest period, because Maria told me that Mama and Aunt Janetje had taken Aletta and Sybylla to play there.” Hendrick gave a nod. Heer Korver was a prosperous Jewish diamond merchant who lived at the far end of the street, and the friendship between the two families was of long standing. “So what happened?” It all came pouring out. Young Jacob Korver, the eldest boy, had taken Francesca upstairs to the drawing room above the business premises to see a newly acquired kitten asleep in a basket there. She had found her mother in conversation with Heer Korver and his wife while Janetje sat apart by the window with a Florentine gentleman, Signor Giovanni de Leone, who had come to Amsterdam to buy diamonds. All were sipping wine, it being Heer Korver’s hospitable custom to conclude a good transaction with some ceremony. What had disturbed Francesca was that for the first time ever she had not been greeted by her aunt with that special display of affection reserved for a favorite niece. “Aunt Janetje hardly seemed to see me! It was the Florentine gentleman who held all her attention.” “I expect they were having an interesting conversation,” Hendrick said comfortingly. “You know how your aunt enjoys a good discussion.” “It was more than that,” Francesca wept. “How can you tell?” “They were looking at each other as you and Mama do sometimes. It doesn’t matter what you’re talking about, because your eyes and hers are saying something special.” He leaned her head on his shoulder and stroked her hair. Sometimes he wondered at his eldest child’s intelligence and perception. “What do you think when your Mama and I exchange our thoughts?” “I know it means that you love her and she loves you and you both love Aletta and Sybylla and me.” “That’s right. Well, let us think what it would mean if Janetje and this Florentine gentleman should be finding love. It may mean a few weeks of friendship before he goes away again, perhaps never to return, or if they should marry he would most surely take her home to Florence, which is one of the great centers of Italian art. Michelangelo’s city! Think of it!” He would have been at a loss many times for a nursery story to tell his children if he had not been able to draw on the lives of renowned painters and sculptors, adding some fairy-tale touches of his own. The names of Michelangelo and Titian, Raphael and Botticelli were as familiar to Francesca and her sisters as that of St. Nicholaes, who brought gifts for children every year on the sixth of December. But the tears were flowing again. “Aunt Janetje would be so far away.” “Part of her heart would always be in Holland and with us. Nobody forgets their homeland, child, or those they have left behind. When you are grown you could visit her and see all the wonders of Florence for yourself.” “Could I?” He caught the more hopeful note in her voice and set her back from him to look into her tear-stained face. “Of course you could!” He pulled a clean paint rag from the pocket of his linen smock and dried her eyes with it. “Now, you little matchmaker, are you going to sit for me again, or have you had enough of being a model for one day?” “I’ll continue, Papa.” The sitting was resumed. Francesca occupied her thoughts by considering what marriage would mean to her aunt. Anna and Janetje  had been born in Amsterdam at the family house. When Grandfather Veldhuis, by then a widower, died not long after the marriage between Hendrick and Anna, Janetje had stayed on there. She had never shown any sign of being lonely, although she was always eager to join in family occasions at the Visser home and to invite them all to her house. She had a wide circle of friends and in her charity work she held the role of regentess, as women governors were called, on the all-female board of an orphanage. It was an honorable appointment, for such positions were held only by those respected for their impeccable character and good works. Anna often visited the orphanage with her sister and  afterward never failed to say what a pity it was that Janetje was not married with babies of her own since she cared so much for little children. So marriage would bring her those babies. Francesca tried to fix her thoughts on that blessing for her aunt, but she was full of tears  inside. Hendrick, noticing that his daughter’s face had not lost its woebegone expression, paused in his painting while he considered the best means of distracting her. “Would you like to come for a walk with me this afternoon?” he asked. There could be no hurrying of the work in hand. Paint took a long time to dry, for it had to be built up in successive layers. She nodded eagerly, too disciplined in her pose to turn her head. Walks with Hendrick were never dull. “Where are we going?” “To call on Master Rembrandt. I’ve got that new book on Caravaggio that he wants to read.” She knew about the Italian artist Caravaggio. He had led the way in the chiaroscuro technique, the dramatic use of light and shade to sway the whole mood of a painting. Hendrick followed it, as did the artist they were to visit, but her father had said often that none could surpass Master Rembrandt in creating pure spiritual feeling in his work. Similarly Hendrick and Master Rembrandt considered the category of so-called history paintings, which covered biblical, historical and mythological scenes, to be the highest form of art, a theory that was once prevalent before popular taste changed. Francesca relaxed her pose as the tinkling of a little handbell in another part of the house announced that the noon meal was served and she sped with haste from the studio to the dining hall. She wanted to see her aunt again and discover if the glow in Janetje’s eyes was still there. To her disappointment she found only her mother supervising her sisters as they took their places. No extra setting for her aunt was on the table. “Where is Aunt Janetje?” The question flew from her. “I thought she would be eating with us today.” Anna’s lips curled in a secretive little smile. “I thought the same, but that dashing Signor Giovanni de Leone invited her out with him and she is going to show him the Westerkerk and the Town Hall and a number of other fine sights that are to be seen in Amsterdam.” “She can’t do all that in one afternoon!” “I don’t believe either of them expects to cover everything in a short time. I assume they will be spending time together for the week that he plans to be here. Now take your place. The food is on the table and your father is now waiting to say grace.” Stunned by this unexpected news of the romance developing so fast, Francesca stood behind her chair. Next to her was Maria, wrinkled, stiff-jointed through aches and pains and amply built, with impish-faced Sybylla at her left hand. Facing them on the opposite side of the table was Aletta, always quiet and reserved, her hair pale as moonshine, and also good-natured Griet, it being customary for a maidservant to eat with the family, except on formal occasions, if she was well liked and fitted in domestically. Anna, slender and full-bosomed, stood at the end of the table, looking toward Hendrick at the head. He bowed his thick mane of ginger hair and sent his deep voice booming over the table.
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Reading Group Guide

Art, love, music, political intrigue, villains, heroes, spies, beauty, and tragedy collide in Rosalind Laker’s splendid tale of a family of Dutch artists in the seventeenth-century heyday of Rembrandt and Vermeer. This guide is intended as a starting point for a discussion about The Golden Tulip.

1. Describe the members of the Visser family. What is their situation? What is their family life like? How are the three girls alike? How are they different? How would you describe Anna and Hendrick’s marriage?

2. Early in The Golden Tulip, Francesca discovers that her beloved aunt is marrying a man who will take her far from Amsterdam to Venice. She innocently asks her mother if her aunt’s intended will make her “happy forever and ever.” What do you think of Anna’s response, which can be found on page 13? How do her words relate to the events in the rest of the novel?

3. Of Hendrick’s three daughters, Francesca and Aletta have taken after their father and shown talent for painting. What kind of teacher is he? How does Anna see to it that her daughters become apprentices to their father–and thus eligible to apply to the Guild of Amsterdam when they are ready–without him knowing?

4. Discuss Aletta’s ordeal in the alley when she attempts to walk home by herself after dark. What are the consequences of the attack? For Aletta? For the rest of the family? Afterward, she always wears a cap to cover her hair. Why?

5. Anna’s death makes Francesca the woman of the house at age thirteen. Is she suited to this task? How does she get her father to start painting again even in his grief?

6. Describe Pieter van Doorne. When does he see Francesca for the first time? What effect does she have on him then? When do they actually meet? Describe Ludolf van Deventer. What kind of man is he? How does he hide his true nature from people?

7. What does Francesca experience when she approaches her father’s painting of herself as Flora for the first time? How does this painting affect her life and the lives of those around her?

8. Aletta plans to sell her painting to a merchant’s wife, but Sybylla is against it. Why? Why is Aletta willing to take the risk?

9. Why is Hendrick jealous of his daughters? Do you think he is aware of his jealousy? Do you think creativity is linked to a certain kind of temperament–like Hendrick’s–or is the idea of the artistic temperament a romantic affectation?

10. Pieter agrees to give Aletta a small space in his stall at the market to sell her paintings. Why does he agree to help her? Why does he insist he tell Francesca first? Why is she reluctant to tell her sister about her plan?

11. Why does Hendrick at first refuse to let Francesca paint van Deventer’s portrait and then immediately change his mind? What does this reveal about him as a person? As a father?

12. What is Amalia van Deventer’s life like? How does she feel about her husband? What keeps her alive in spite of her sickness? Why does van Deventer kill her?

13. How does van Deventer gain control of Hendrick? What are the terms of payment for Hendrick’s debt? Why does Hendrick accept them? What would you have done in a similar situation?

14. How does Francesca feel about Pieter? She remains aloof from him because of her desire to be a great painter. How could love with Pieter ruin her plans? Although Francesca says she doesn’t want to marry, she agrees to let Pieter visit her in Delft. Why does Francesca eventually realize that she loves him?

15. Francesca is shocked when she meets Geetruyd, the woman who is to be her chaperone while she is in Delft. Why? How is this woman linked to van Deventer? What was your initial impression of Geetruyd? Did your feelings about her change as the novel progressed? What did you think of Clara?

16. Francesca likes Vermeer and his family right from the start of her apprenticeship with him. Why is he a good teacher for her? How is he different as a teacher and as a father from Hendrick?

17. While in Delft, Francesca sends a letter home to her family in which she describes a painting of a chained goldfinch. The letter is meant to make her father reconsider the harsh restrictions she believes he has put on her during her apprenticeship. Like the bird, many characters are held captive by something outside their control. Who else might be described as a prisoner? Of circumstances? Bad judgment? Pride?

18. The maid Neeltje takes a great risk in helping Francesca–once by interrupting van Deventer’s advances and once by warning Aletta of the man’s true nature. How does she do this? How are she and van Deventer linked outside of the employee/employer relationship? What is her advantage over him?

19. Hendrick goes into a rage when he discovers Aletta’s secret paintings. Do you think his anger is justified? Aside from the issue of an apprentice taking credit for work without her master’s permission, what is the deeper reason for his anger? Why does Aletta stop painting? How does this incident affect Aletta?

20. After the accident that nearly kills him, Aletta feels that she is connected to Constantijn de Veere. Why? How are she and this man she hardly knows alike? Why does she feel she is better able to understand his loss than others would be? How does she come to work for him? How is she able to get through to Constantijn when others fail?

21. Sybylla’s dream of marrying a rich man is answered by Adriaen. Did you think he was a good match for her? Why does she fall in love with Hans? Hans intrigues Sybylla by telling her there is a mouse hidden somewhere in the painting he is assisting her father with. Where is the mouse hidden? What does it represent?

22. How does Francesca find out about her father’s arrangement with van Deventer? How does she react?

23. Why does van Deventer spy for the French? Why does Geetruyd? How do Francesca and Pieter become involved? How does unraveling the ring of spies become the key to Francesca’s freedom from her father’s contract with van Deventer?

24. What is the symbolic gesture behind Hendrick’s wedding gift to Aletta?

25. At the end of The Golden Tulip, van Deventer drowns. Do you think anything but death would have put an end to his pursuit of Francesca?

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  • Posted December 16, 2009

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    Another excellent book!

    I love all books written by Rosalind Laker. Enjoyed the background of Holland and the paintings. Great story, kept my attention, continually.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2008

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    I absolutely love this book!! (as well as all the other books I've read by this author) Rosalind Laker is such a descriptive and in depth writer who writes with so much feeling and that's why I her books are so great.

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    Posted September 2, 2012

    Love love love

    I loved this book so much i bought everything by this author

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2008

    Mirella Patzer's - Historical Fiction Author

    In 18th century Holland, after the tulip trade boom, the Dutch people turn their interests and their hearts to artists such as Rembrandt and Franz Halls. Hendrick Visser is a student of art under Franz Hall. The sale of his paintings would earn him a comfortable living were it not for his compulsive gambling and incessant drinking. His vices continually force his family into a hand-to-mouth existence and always on the edge of devastation and financial ruin. Despite his failings, his wife Anna, and three daughters Francesca, Aletta, and Sybylla, love him and help him through his scrapes. When Hendrick¿s wife dies in childbirth, his three daughters become even more vulnerable to their father¿s vice-driven whims and desperate acts. Francesca, Hendrick¿s eldest daughter is a talented artist and she has been assigned to study with Johannes Vermeer, a master artist from Delft. Francesca falls in love with Pieter van Doorne, a tulip merchant. Meanwhile, Hendrick looses heavily at gambling. Desperate to pay off his gambling debts, he secretly enters into an arrangement and ransoms Francesca off to unscrupulous man named Ludolf van Deventer who has become obsessed with her, even to the point of committing murder. Not only is Francesca terrified of the man, but she is also repulsed by him. Aletta is fearful of leaving her future in the hands of her father so she begins to paint, selling her work secretly to a lower class of society. When Hendrick discovers her sub-standard clandestine ventures into the art world, he destroys her paintings and banishes her from his home and his life. Sybylla seeks escape through marriage into a rich family and is highly materialistic. The Golden Tulip is a tale about the three sisters and their struggles to overcome the turmoil in their lives caused not only by societal mores and values, but by addiction. Rosalind Laker sweeps her reader into 18th century Holland, successfully bringing to life wonderful vividness and authenticity. She knows well the customs, history, and world of artists during that time. As always, her novels have wonderful three dimensional characters and extraordinary plot twists. Rosalind Laker¿s novels never ever disappoint and always make for fascinating reads.

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