The Treasure of Montsegur [NOOK Book]


One woman's unforgettable quest for freedom, love, and god.

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One woman's unforgettable quest for freedom, love, and god.

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Publishers Weekly
The extermination of the Cathars, a medieval religious sect settled in southern France that condemned the Catholic Church, provides heavy historic drapery for this somewhat lightweight novel. Having barely escaped burning on a pyre along with hundreds of fellow Cathars and Cathar sympathizers following a brutal year-long siege at the mountain fortress of Monts gur, Jeanne is on the run from the Inquisition. Posing as a homeless madwoman, Jeanne recalls her past as an impulsive, sexually driven young woman raised by the saintly Cathars. When a stranger, Jerome, risks his life vouching for Jeanne to the inquisitors, Jeanne is forced to live with him, or else both will face heresy charges. Predictably, romance ensues. This contrivance allows Jeanne to tell her life story, including her survival at Monts gur, amid snuggles and pillow talk. Jeanne's mood swings from brash, intelligent and determined to innocent and meek make her seem more disjointed than complex. Burnham, author of a number of books on spiritual phenomena, including the New York Times bestseller A Book of Angels, is at her best describing mystic and spiritual matters. Jeanne's spiritual transformations ("The soldiers grab me, strip me to the waist: my breasts exposed. They beat me with their leather whips, but oh, my Lady! Each blow brings only exquisite joy. I am transported, for I am filled with Christ and yet I gaze into the glowing eyes of Christ") feel vital and immediate. Despite its flaws, Burnham's novel is an energetic, psychological imagining of the Cathar legend. (June) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
There seems to have been an explosion of novels about medieval women in the past year or so (e.g., Susann Cokal's Mirabilis, Kate Horsley's Confessions of a Pagan Nun), and this contribution by Burnham (The Book of Angels) is a fine addition to their ranks. Jeanne is a foundling taken in by the 13th-century French Cathars and raised as one of their own. After growing up in the Cathar tradition, she must turn her back on her order for their own safety, for they were considered the worst of heretics in those dark days of the Inquisition. She is asked to guard the treasure of the order - not jewels or gold but a Bible written in the vernacular. This was the real sin of the Cathars and many other sects defined as heretics in the Middle Ages: bringing religion down to a level that could be understood by all and thereby demystifying the hierarchy of the medieval Church. Jeanne is a fierce yet tender heroine, and the quality of the writing makes what could be an obscure topic - the Albigensian Crusades - enjoyable to read. For all public libraries. - Wendy Bethel, Southwest P.L., Grove City, OH Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Historical about a heretical sect of Catholics in 13th-century France, a tale imbued with Burnham's trademark enthusiasm for religious spiritualism (The President's Angel, 1993, etc.). Jeanne, a haggard, half-mad old woman in her 40s (old for the 13th century) wanders the countryside, hiding from Dominican inquisitors, remembering bits of her past. When she meets a simple farmer, Jerome, he takes her in, and she shares her history as they make tentative steps toward a life together. Raised by the Cathars after being orphaned in the 1209 massacre of Beziers in the Languedoc region, Jeanne was brought up by Lady Esclarmonde, a real historical figure, within the Cathar faith that mixed strands of mysticism, asceticism and populism. At 13, after an act of mean-spiritedness, Jeanne was sent to the saintly Bishop of Montsegur for instruction, and at Montsegur, she met William, a former English crusader. They fell in love, but Jeanne was forced into an arranged marriage while William wound up wed to Baiona, Jeanne's long-suffering best friend. Five years later, after Jeanne divorced her husband for sleeping with his sister, she encountered William again. This time, they began a long-term affair that ended only when she became pregnant and William arranged for her to marry another out of convenience. Meanwhile, the Cathar way of life was being threatened by a combination of Catholic intolerance and French nationalism. At the siege of Montsegur, where the Cathars were destroyed, Jeanne found herself united with William and Baiona, her two great loves, both later burned as heretics while she gave up martyrdom to help hide the Cathar treasure. Now, just as she is about to set off to find thetreasure and begin a life with Jerome (who half believes her stories), Jeanne is denounced to the inquisitors. Burnham, who makes no secret of siding with the Cathars, mixes romance with religious history in an evocative prose that should thrill the spiritually intrigued. Author tour
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061865749
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/13/2009
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 371,679
  • File size: 496 KB

Meet the Author

Sophy Burnham is the author of several books, novels, and plays, including the New York Times bestseller A Book of Angels, which was translated into more than twenty languages. Her work has appeared in various magazines, including Esquire, the New York Times Magazine, and Ladies Home Journal. Ms. Burnham has worked at the Smithsonian Institution and the Kennedy Center Fund for New American Plays.

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Chapter One

They say I am mad.

Listen, I have seen enough to drive anyone mad, and when the townsfolk see me now, straggling down the street in my ragged gown, sometimes leaning on the rough stone walls of a house or stopping at the fountain to look in the water, when they find me leaning on both hands on a fence to catch my breath before picking up my pack again and hobbling on, then I feel them ease away. The children come out of the byways, calling, "Witch, witch!" They throw stones at me. They are like rats or buzzing flies swarming at some undisclosed signal to my plight; they throw mud and stones at the poor madwoman, with her wild gray hair, which is me. They hoot and point and run in circles round me, touching my torn gray dress and making me forget who I am and what I came out for.

I cover my face with both hands and weep, because I am afraid; because I am a clod of dirt and should have been burnt with the others.

I told them so. "Burn me," I cried. I ran to the two Dominicans, the Preaching Friars in their black robes and stark white hoods, who like our perfecti live in poverty. There were two of them begging outside the cathedral doors. I threw myself on my knees, there on the flagstones, and made obeisance as I used to do to the perfectus bishop Bertrand Marty, bowing in adoratio at his feet. "Burn me," I begged the friars, I am not worthy," and held out both my hands to show the rope-burns on my wrists. But they pulled away, repulsed. I could see the younger one curl his lip at my smell. "I am not worthy to live," I cried. "In the name ofChrist! I have lied. I have sworn oaths. I have drunk, fucked, killed. I am unclean."

They gathered their garments and scurried away from the cathedral, away from me.

Then I sank in the dust, leaning against the heavy wooden doors. Not a large cathedral, this one beside the monastery. Not a large monastery either -- only ten or fifteen brothers living there. I scratched my fingers in the dust as our Lord did once when passing judgment on the adulteress, and I thought of all that had happened to bring me to this pass, and all my lovers gone, my friends, a way of life wiped out, and I, the wanderer, lost and trying to do right and trying to serve Christ.

Esclarmonde used to say that misery and self-pity are the lies of the demon. "Take control," she would command in that firm, impatient way she had. I laugh out loud, remembering. "Esclarmonde," I whisper. I can see her crossing the square in her long black habit with a white cord at the waist, and the way she used to cock her head and purse her lips at scrawny me, one reproving eye trying to push some sense into my head. Her socia, Ealaine, would be at her side. Es-clar-monde, the light of the world.

"Jeanne, you don't let horses run away with you," she used to caution me. "You rein them in. The same with the wild horses of your mind. Take control of your thoughts. Curb the dismal thoughts, and force forward those of blessings and thanks. They are horses at your own command."

After a time I picked myself up from the cathedral stones and took my cane and let my feet lead me slowly over the cobblestones, out of the town, past the vineyards and into the woods. My feet knowing where to go.

They took me right through the forest into the pastures where cattle grazed, tended by two little boys. There were some geese too, I remember, and one little goosegirl about six years old with hair as black as night. It fell into her eyes like a straggly pony's mane.

I stopped to stare at her for a long time, leaning on my stick.

But she was not mine, that girl, for mine would have been much older, I think, maybe grown by now, though I cannot say for sure, for time has flooded through my brain, days into nights and seasons into seasons, and I don't know how long I've been like this or even what year it is anymore, and maybe my daughter's older than I am now; it's not impossible.

I went on a few steps, carried by the inner spirit that was guiding my feet, and then I sat on a stone by the side of the road and cried. I cried first for my dead daughter, and then for Esclarmonde, whom I miss so much, and Baiona and William, then for all the children of Montségur, and finally for all the children everywhere, including myself, that other child, who was also born in war. She wore a white dress with little pearls sewn down the front. I used to turn it in my hands. I watched it shrink smaller and smaller every year, until it seemed impossible that I'd ever been so tiny, no bigger than a kerchief, it seemed. One day I put it on my own child, and tried to ignore the brown bloodstain that ran all down the front. I should not have done it. Baiona claimed it didn't bring a curse, but I buried my baby soon after. She died of pox, not war. She lay in my arms, that cold little form. That's not a thing a mother can forget. I suppose if she hadn't died, she would have been burnt up too.

Guilhabert de Castres said the first burnings took place two hundred and fifty years ago, in 1002. Three men burnt here, ten there. They hunted witches too -- and still are doing it.

They would burn me for...

The Treasure of Montsegur. Copyright © by Sophy Burnham. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2006


    I will recommend this book to everyone. I fell in love with the main character Jeanne. I saw so much of me in her. What a life these people lived and for Ms. Burnham to make this fiction so real is truly amazing. Because of this book, I am very interested in finding out more information about the Cathars and the inquisition against them. Read this book, you will not be disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2002

    Tale from Past Illuminates Human Condition

    The Treasure of Montsegur (2002, HarperSanFrancisco) by Sophy Burnham is a real treat, a thoroughly engaging and satisfying read. It is an account of one person, a woman, who survived the massacre at Montsegur. Over time, a deliciously long time during which we meet interesting people and ideas, we learn how she managed to escape. To tell you the truth I dreaded the book for a while because I thought it was heading to an event-image I do not deal well with, an image that haunts me so much I wrote a short story just to twist it into a happier ending that I can dwell on and deflect the negative feelings when the image recurs. But, Sophy Burnham spared me that image and slyly bypassed it, giving me a splendid ending. An ending not like the one I had created in my own short story several years ago, but also not totally different. What does that mean? That the author, Burnham, like me, nbelieves it more instructive to learn something from a tragedy rather than just portray the tragedy. I like that. Will everyone like this book? What¿s not to like? Yes I think so. Will someone like the book who is more like myself, having visited several of the main sites in which the story is set and having studied the life and times of the Cathars? Yes. Burnham captures very nicely, even brilliantly, the confusion that was apparently real ¿given historical sources¿ and existed in the minds of those alive at the time of Sophy¿s heroine. Those who were left were good people but not the sect¿s theologians. They had trouble knowing the difference between some subtle and some fundamental Catholic assumptions about the nature of life and Deity and the parallel or contrasting Cathar ideals. The heroine of the story, Jeanne, carries that confusion in her own mind. And from my readings it is a genuine confusion of the times. Some of the confusion regards just where Deity leaves off and humanity begins. In exoteric Catholicism there is a great gulf fixed between the two, but it is a gulf seemingly bridged by the woman who became a consort of God and a mother of God, Mary. This no doubt clashes with the beliefs of the Cathars, but we see Jeanne endearingly mixing up the Catholic and the Cathar notions of the God-human relationship.. By the time we get to the life of our heroine, Jeanne, there is so little left of the infrastructure of Catharism that there is no one to tell her that her fondness for and respect for Mary was not a Cathar but a Catholic notion. Her guilt-reaction to sex out of wedlock is more Catholic than Cathar after the fact, but her wholehearted participation in same, in the name of love, is very much Cathar and in keeping with the Troubadour/Religion-of-Love traditions of her homeland. Burnham¿s equation of that tradition with the Cathar tradition is one that a few yars ago I would have said was absurd. But now I am of the opinion that the two traditions were very compatible at the spiritual level where Love and God become One in both traditions. Having a common enemy in orthodox Catholicism helped squeeze the two together no doubt, but the fact that the Cathars would disguise themselves as Troubadours and slip by the Catholic lines of defense also shows that they were two very different movements. The Troubadours tried to pay homage to the dominant religion¿s mores, on paper at least. But we are both turning onto an aside and getting ahead of ourselves. To me, Burnham has taken what was a very confused and violent time and compressed it into this one person¿s head and heart so we can see and feel it for ourselves through her. Thus I can really believe in the possibility that her vision of how th world works could reflect a real person¿s vision in that time and place. The way she sees the world around her and how she interprets the people and events she meets and endures are all quite plausible. Particularly endearing is the fact that she errs. She makes mistakes in judgement

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2003

    loved this book

    Great book about the struggle of a girl to find God in a religion and world that is very cruel and harsh. This book brings to life historical events that many people do not know about.

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