Virgin Earth (Earthly Joys Series #2)

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As England descends into civil war, John Tradescant the Younger, gardener to King Charles I, finds his loyalties in question, his status an ever-growing danger to his family. Fearing royal defeat and determined to avoid serving the rebels, John escapes to the royalist colony of Virginia, a land bursting with fertility that stirs his passion for botany. Only the native American peoples understand the forest, and John is drawn to their way of life just as they come into fatal conflict with the colonial settlers. ...

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Overview

As England descends into civil war, John Tradescant the Younger, gardener to King Charles I, finds his loyalties in question, his status an ever-growing danger to his family. Fearing royal defeat and determined to avoid serving the rebels, John escapes to the royalist colony of Virginia, a land bursting with fertility that stirs his passion for botany. Only the native American peoples understand the forest, and John is drawn to their way of life just as they come into fatal conflict with the colonial settlers. Torn between his loyalty to his country and family and his love for a Powhatan girl who embodies the freedom he seeks, John has to find himself before he is prepared to choose his direction in the virgin land.
In this enthralling, freestanding sequel to Earthly Joys, Gregory combines a wealth of gardening knowledge with a haunting love story that spans two continents and two cultures, making Virgin Earth a tour de force of revolutionary politics and passionate characters.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"A tale of forbidden love set against the turmoil of a country in chaos."

The New York Times Book Review

"This hefty epic illuminates the seventeenth century with clear prose and a believable cast of characters, and will draw in casual readers and lovers of history alike."

Publishers Weekly

"A cleverly conceived and executed historical narrative spanning one of the most intriguing and turbulent eras in British history."

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Kathe Robin
Phillippa Gregory’s Virgin Earth brings readers on one man’s journey through political crisis, personal growth and a unique depiction of colonial life. Readers will marvel at this historical fiction masterpiece and once more thrill to Ms. Gregory’s skill as a storyteller.
Romantic Times
Library Journal
Set in 17th-century England and Virginia, this saga begins as John Tradescant the Younger, Charles I's gardener, sails to the New World in search of rarities for his gardens. Not only does he find exotic plants, but he also glimpses unimagined freedom. His father's death leads John to a marriage of convenience in England. Unwilling to fight for Charles I, he returns to Virginia, where he joins the Powhatan and finds a wife. But eventually John loses his place in the tribe because of his inability to kill settlers. Determined to maintain a commitment to his English family, he goes home to a country buffeted by civil war. John strives to keep his family safe, but his gift for survival ultimately rings hollow. In fact, this novel is tepid compared with its predecessor, Earthly Joys. Readers who enjoyed that volume will want its sequel, but others may find it hard to care about a character whose loyalties shift so readily and so often.--Kathy Piehl, Mankato State Univ., MN Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743272537
  • Publisher: Touchstone
  • Publication date: 3/21/2006
  • Series: Earthly Joys Series , #2
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 672
  • Sales rank: 173,085
  • Product dimensions: 5.25 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Philippa Gregory is the author of several bestselling novels, including The Other Boleyn Girl, and is a recognized authority on women’s history. Her Cousins’ War novels are the basis for the critically acclaimed Starz miniseries The White Queen. She studied history at the University of Sussex and received a PhD from the University of Edinburgh. She welcomes visitors to her website, PhilippaGregory.com.

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    1. Hometown:
      Yorkshire, England
    1. Date of Birth:
      January 9, 1954
    2. Place of Birth:
      Nairobi, Kenya, East Africa
    1. Education:
      B.A. in history, Sussex University, 1982; Ph.D., 18th-century popular fiction, Edinburgh, 1984
    2. Website:

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Winter 1638, at Sea

He woke to the sound of the moving ship, the creaking of the timbers and the aching sigh of the full sails spread, the sudden abrupt rattle of a pulley as a sail was reefed in, the drumming of booted feet on the deck just above his face, the holler of an order, and the continual attack of the sea — the bang of the waves against the prow and the groan of the tiny ship as she climbed up one wave and then wallowed and turned to confront another.

He had slept and woken to this ceaseless din for six long weeks and now he found it familiar and soothing. It meant that the little ship was soldiering on through the terrifying expanse of wind and water, still headed westwards, faithful to the hope that westwards would be the new land. Sometimes J imagined their progress as a seagull might see it looking down, the vast waste of sea and the fragile ship with its lamps burning at dusk, headed trustfully toward where they had last seen the sun.

He had set sail in deep grief, in flight from grief. Even now he dreamed of his wife with bright joyful immediacy, dreamed that she came to him on board the ship and laughingly complained that there was no need for him to set sail, no need for him to run off to Virginia alone, for see! here she was on board herself, and it had all been a game — the plague, her long days of dying, the terrible white-faced grief of their daughter — all a May game, and here she was well and strong, and when would they go home again? Then the noises of the ship were a terrible interruption and J would pull his damp blanket over his face and try to cling to the dream of Jane and the certainty that she was alive and everything was well.

He could not. He had to wake to the bleak truth that she was dead, and his business half bankrupt, his father hanging on to their house and their nursery garden and their collection of rarities by the old combination of luck and the love of his friends, while J played the part of the indulged son — fleeing from all of it, calling it a venture, a chance at wealth, but knowing it was an escape.

It was not an enviable escape at first sight. The house at Lambeth was a grand house, set among its own twenty acres of nursery garden, famous for its collection of rarities from all around the world. His father, John Tradescant, had named it the Ark and had sworn they would be safe there whatever storms rocked the country with king and Church and Parliament all set on different and opposing courses. There were half a dozen bedrooms and the great room for the rarities, a dining room, a drawing room and a kitchen. A little son, Johnnie, to inherit it all and his older sister, Frances, to insist on her own claims. These riches J had exchanged for a single five-foot, four-inches-long bunk built into the damp wall of the ship. There was no room to sit up, barely room to roll over. He had to lie on his back, feeling the huge movement of the waves lifting and dropping him like driftwood, looking at the planks of the bunk above him. To his right against the skin of the ship, he could feel the slap of the waves and the whisper of their ripples. To his left was the slatted door for which he had paid extra for the little space and privacy it gave him. The other, poorer emigrants slept side by side on the floor of the 'tween deck like animals in a barn. They had been loaded like baggage into the waist of the ship with the crews' quarters at the stern behind them, and the captain's tiny cabin and the cook's galley and cabin — all in one — in the prow before them.

The captain would not allow passengers out on deck except for the briefest and most grudging spells in fine weather. The crew going on watch trampled over the passengers and, when they were returning to their shared hammocks in the stern, dripped water all over them. The emigrants were always in the way; they were regularly cursed; they were less than cargo.

Their bundles and boxes were piled up among their owners in a careless muddle; but as the days wore on into weeks families established their own little seats and bunks out of crates of chickens and bags of clothes. The stench was appalling. There were two buckets provided, one for washing water, one for excrement; and there was a strict rota for emptying the soil bucket over the side. The captain would not allow them to do this more than once a day and when it was J's turn to carry the brimming pail to the side his stomach heaved.

There was scarcely enough water to drink, and it came warm and tasting of the barrel. There was hardly enough food. A lumpy porridge for breakfast, the same for dinner, and a biscuit and a slice of old cheese at night.

It would have been a nightmare, but the voyage was sustained by hope. They were a shipful of gamblers, a handful of families who had thrown in their lot with a land they had never seen and whose dangers and promises they could hardly imagine. J thought they were the most foolhardy, impulsive, brave people he had ever met; and he did not know whether to fear them as madmen or admire them as heroes.

They were lucky. Seventy days into the voyage, as the temperature rose and the children cried and cried for fresh water and a breath of air, they sighted Barbados and sailed into port for one blissful week of rest as the captain sold his English goods and took on rum and sugar, food and fresh water. They were allowed to go ashore and barter for provisions, to eat fresh fruit for the first time in more than two months. When the ship was due to sail, the return to the festering hold was more than many of them could bear. A number of emigrants left the ship; but most of them gritted their teeth and endured the next leg of the voyage, J grimly among them. It was another full forty days at sea before a sailor opened a hatch and bellowed down: "Make yourselves ready! We've sighted land."

Even then they were not allowed up on deck. J gathered with the others, looking imploringly upward to the open hatch. The sailor laughed unkindly. "Wait below," he said. "There's no room for you all!"

It was evening. J, accustomed to the foul smell of the 'tween decks, smelled a fresh new scent on the air — damp earth which reminded him suddenly, poignantly, of the garden at Lambeth after rain, and the wet fresh smell of leaves.

"Land," the woman next to him said, her voice hushed with awe. "Land. The new land. Our new land."

J guessed from the noises of running feet and the shouted commands that they were dropping sail. The waves stopped heaving the ship up and down and instead they felt the insistent pattering slaps of a tidal river. Then there were shouts of greeting and replies from the sailors, and a jolt as the boat ran gently against the quayside and the strange steadying of her motion as the ropes drew her alongside.

"Thank God," J muttered.

The woman beside him breathed, "Amen."

The single women aboard who expected to find husbands as well as gold in the new land primped their hair and put on their clean caps, saved for this very moment. Those children who were not weak with sickness could not be contained; they leaped about on bags and crates and barrels and were cuffed indiscriminately, whenever they stumbled to a standstill. Husbands and wives exchanged apprehensive or hopeful glances. J wondered at the coldness around his heart; he felt no relief that the voyage was over, no excitement at the thought of a new country, of a new land, of a new horizon. He realized then that he had been half hoping that the ship would founder and take him and his sadness down below the waves to Jane; and then he shook his head at his sin of selfishness that he should ill wish a voyage because of his own pain.

The sailor stood at the open hatch at last. "Come on up!" he called. "Welcome to paradise."

There was a moment's hesitation and then a rush up the narrow wooden steps, and the first emigrants stepped out on deck and J followed.

It was evening. The skies were a color that J had never seen before, the palest of mauves lying in stripes like gauze over the enormous river that reflected the colors up in pink and blue and purple. The river was still, like a tarnished silver mirror, and as J watched it went suddenly dark and stirred and then went still again as an immense shoal of fish swooped by. It was a stretch of water greater than J had ever seen, except for the sea itself. Only dimly behind the ship could he see the distant southern bank as a dark shadow of trees. All around him was the smooth sheen of river water, and as he looked inland, away from the sea, it seemed to him that it went on forever, flowing as wide forever, making no compromise with narrowing banks, impossibly wide, impossibly rich, impossibly beautiful.

J looked toward the shore. The emigrants were disembarking in haste; already a chain had been formed, tossing their goods down the line to land with a careless thump on the dockside. Half of Jamestown had turned out to greet the ship; there were shouted enquiries for news of England, demands of the captain for commissions completed, bills paid, and then coming through them all was the governor, Sir John Harvey, grandly shabby in an old coat spruced up for the occasion with worn gold lace, moving through the colonists with his head turned away, as if he despised them.

J could see the walls of the original fort, still manned, with cannon at the ready; but the houses of the town had sprawled beyond their narrow compass and the fort served only as the end point of what would have been, in England, a little market town. The handsomest, biggest houses were stone built, in a row, in a style that would not have disgraced London, and behind them and to the side of them was a range of styles from frame buildings half completed, to little wattle-and-daub shanties. Mostly they were built of wood, planks of untreated crudely sawn boards overlaid one across the other, roofed with mats of badly thatched straw.

No gardens, J noted at once. But everywhere, in every patch of ground, at every corner, even lining the roadside, were tall ungainly plants with leaves broad and flat like those of tulips, flopping over.

"What plant is that?" J asked a man who was pushing up the gangplank to greet a newcomer.

He hardly glanced over his shoulder. "Tobacco, of course," he said. "You'll learn to recognize it soon enough."

J nodded. He had seen the plant before, but he had not thought they would grow it to the exclusion of everything else, in the very streets of their new city.

He took his bag and made his way down the gangplank to the crowded quayside.

"Is there an inn here?"

"A dozen," a woman replied, "but only if you have gold or tobacco to pay."

"I can pay," J said steadily. "I come with a warrant from the king of England."

She looked away as if she were not much impressed with his patent. "Then you had best tell the governor," she said, nodding toward the man's broad back, "if he'll stoop to speak with you."

J hefted his bag onto his other shoulder and stepped up toward the man. "Sir John?" he asked. "Let me introduce myself. I am John Tradescant the younger, gardener to the king. He has commanded me to make a collection of rare plants, and rarities of all sorts. Here is his letter." He bowed and produced the patent marked with the royal seal.

Sir John did not take it. He merely nodded his head in reply. "What's your title?"

"Esquire," J said, still uncomfortable with the lie which claimed his right to be a gentleman when he was in truth nothing more than the son of a working man and the grandson of a laborer.

The governor turned and extended his hand. J shook the proffered two fingers. "Call tomorrow," the governor said. "I have to collect my letters and some bills of purchase from the captain here. Call tomorrow and I shall be at leisure to receive you."

"Then I'll find a bed at an inn," J said uncertainly.

The governor had already turned his back. "Do that. Or the people are extraordinarily hospitable."

J waited in case he would offer anything more; but he moved away and there was nothing for J to do but pick up his other bulkier bag, which had been slung down on the quayside, and trudge up the hill, past the bulging walls of the fort, toward the little town.

He found the first inn by the haunting smell of stale ale. As he paused in the doorway there was a loud baying noise of a big dog and a shrill shout commanding it to be silent. J tapped lightly on the door and stepped in.

It was dark inside; the air was thick with smoke, almost unbreathable for a stranger. J's eyes stung and he felt his breath catch.

"Good day," a woman said abruptly from the back of the room. J blinked tears from his eyes and saw her better: a woman of about fifty with the leathery skin and hard eyes of a survivor. She wore rough wooden clogs on her feet, a homespun skirt kilted up out of the way, a shirt that had once belonged to a man twice her size and a shawl tied tightly around her shoulders.

"I'm new come from London," J said. "I want a room for the night."

"You can't have one to yourself — you're not at Whitehall now."

"No," J said politely. "Might I share a room?"

"You'll share a bed and like it!"

"Very well," J said. "And something to eat? And drink?"

She nodded. "Paying in gold? Or tobacco?"

"Where would I get tobacco?" J demanded, his irritation finally breaking through. "I landed five minutes ago."

She smiled, as if she were pleased to see him rise to the bait. "How would I know?" she demanded. "Maybe you'd had the sense to ask in London how we do things over here. Maybe you'd had the sense to buy some on the quayside, seeing as every planter in the colony was selling there today. Maybe you're a returning planter coming back to your rich fields. How would I know?"

"I'm not a planter, and I was not advised to bring tobacco to Virginia," J said. "But I am hungry and thirsty and weary. I should like a wash too. When will my dinner be ready?"

The woman abandoned her teasing of him abruptly. "You can wash under the pump in the yard," she said. "Don't drink the water — it's only a shallow well and it's foul. You'll sleep in the attic along with the rest of us. You'll share a pallet bed with my son or with whoever next comes through the door. Dinner will be ready as soon as it's cooked, which will be the quicker if I can get on now."

She turned her back to him and stirred something in a pot hanging over the fireplace. Then she moved to a barrel in the corner and drew him a mug of ale.

"Here," she said. "Four mugs for a penny. I'll keep the tally."

"I'm sure you will," J said under his breath and went out into the yard to wash.

She need not have warned him not to drink the water. It came out of the pump in a brown brackish spout, stinking horribly. Still, it was better than seawater, and J stripped and washed all over, and then pulled on his breeches and sat himself down on a pile of sawn wood and shaved himself, feeling his skin with his fingertips to guide his razor.

The ground still heaved uneasily under his feet, as if he were on board ship. But he knew that his father had felt the same when they had made landfall at Rhé or in Russia after his long voyage across the North Sea. He had told him that it was the same after any long voyage. For a moment J thought of his father at home, and the two children. For a moment he had the sweetest of illusions that Jane was there too, caring for them, awaiting his return. It seemed so much more likely that she would be there, waiting for him, than that she should be dead and he never see her again. The moment was so strong that he had to remind himself of the orangery and the pallet bed, and her white-faced determination that she should die alone rather than pass the plague to him and to her children. The thought of it made him sick to the stomach with grief, and he dropped his head in his hands as the cool Virginia twilight wrapped him in darkness, and he knew that he had sailed to the new world, to the new land, but brought his three-year-old grief all that long way with him.

Copyright © 1999 by Philippa Gregory Ltd.

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Introduction

Touchstone Reading Group Guide

Virgin Earth

By Philippa Gregory

  1. Authors often challenge themselves by writing from the point of view of characters of the opposite sex. Do you think Gregory does a convincing job of creating her main male character, John Tradescant? Do you think he is more or less realistic than the women in this novel, such as his wife, Hester, or his daughter, Frances?
  2. Virgin Earth is primarily concerned with English history and the story of an English man caught in the middle of tragic, but thrilling, times. Why, then, do you think Gregory chose to open the novel with John's first voyage to Virginia and his introduction to Suckahana?
  3. During John's first visit to Virginia, Mistress Whitely the Innkeeper tells him of the Indian rising of 1622 and the way the relationship between the Indians and settlers changed for the worse thereafter. How does the settlers' fear and hatred of the Indian "pagans" compare to the English persecution and abhorrence of Roman Catholics and "popists?"
  4. Two wars overshadow the events of this novel: King Charles I versus Parliament and the Powhatan versus the Virginian colonists. Compare and contrast these situations and John's role in each.
  5. Hester refuses to go with John to Virginia on his second voyage, which leads to a series of events that eventually lands him with Suckahana. Do you view Hester's decision as a betrayal? Is she at all responsible for John's infidelity? Do you sympathize more with John's reasons for leaving, or Hester's for staying?
  6. Throughout the novel, John and Hester are constantly in opposition.John fears and flees the upheaval caused by King Charles I, while Hester prefers to face the known dangers of the English war and shies from the unknown New World in Virginia. Who has the stronger character? Which way do you think you'd choose?
  7. Though John is a grown man, he is reduced to being a "babe in the woods" when he returns to Virginia the second time to found a plantation. Suckahana brings him into the fold of the Powhatan and offers him a choice: John must decide what kind of man he wants to be. Do you think he chooses well? Why or why not?
  8. Young Johnnie holds tightly to a grand way of life no longer in existence. How do you feel about his devotion to the King and Queen given the circumstances of the times? What do you think about his suicide? How might you deal with your own child if your fundamental beliefs and loyalties rested on opposite sides?
  9. When John returns to Virginia for the third time, he sees that the Jamestown settlers have built a permanent city that includes decorative gardens instead of random tobacco patches. He is overjoyed at this change. What do you think the presence and condition of the gardens throughout the novel symbolize for John and in general?
  10. John Tradescant has three wives and loves over the course of this novel: Jane, Suckahana, and Hester. What do you think each woman represents to John?

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Reading Group Guide

Touchstone Reading Group Guide

Virgin Earth

By Philippa Gregory

  1. Authors often challenge themselves by writing from the point of view of characters of the opposite sex. Do you think Gregory does a convincing job of creating her main male character, John Tradescant? Do you think he is more or less realistic than the women in this novel, such as his wife, Hester, or his daughter, Frances?
  2. Virgin Earth is primarily concerned with English history and the story of an English man caught in the middle of tragic, but thrilling, times. Why, then, do you think Gregory chose to open the novel with John's first voyage to Virginia and his introduction to Suckahana?
  3. During John's first visit to Virginia, Mistress Whitely the Innkeeper tells him of the Indian rising of 1622 and the way the relationship between the Indians and settlers changed for the worse thereafter. How does the settlers' fear and hatred of the Indian "pagans" compare to the English persecution and abhorrence of Roman Catholics and "popists?"
  4. Two wars overshadow the events of this novel: King Charles I versus Parliament and the Powhatan versus the Virginian colonists. Compare and contrast these situations and John's role in each.
  5. Hester refuses to go with John to Virginia on his second voyage, which leads to a series of events that eventually lands him with Suckahana. Do you view Hester's decision as a betrayal? Is she at all responsible for John's infidelity? Do you sympathize more with John's reasons for leaving, or Hester's for staying?
  6. Throughout the novel, John and Hester are constantly in opposition. John fears and flees the upheaval caused by King Charles I, while Hester prefers to face the known dangers of the English war and shies from the unknown New World in Virginia. Who has the stronger character? Which way do you think you'd choose?
  7. Though John is a grown man, he is reduced to being a "babe in the woods" when he returns to Virginia the second time to found a plantation. Suckahana brings him into the fold of the Powhatan and offers him a choice: John must decide what kind of man he wants to be. Do you think he chooses well? Why or why not?
  8. Young Johnnie holds tightly to a grand way of life no longer in existence. How do you feel about his devotion to the King and Queen given the circumstances of the times? What do you think about his suicide? How might you deal with your own child if your fundamental beliefs and loyalties rested on opposite sides?
  9. When John returns to Virginia for the third time, he sees that the Jamestown settlers have built a permanent city that includes decorative gardens instead of random tobacco patches. He is overjoyed at this change. What do you think the presence and condition of the gardens throughout the novel symbolize for John and in general?
  10. John Tradescant has three wives and loves over the course of this novel: Jane, Suckahana, and Hester. What do you think each woman represents to John?
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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2006

    Overall Disappointing

    I read this novel, not because I liked it's predecessor (Earthly Joys - which I thought poorly and distastefully written), but because I thought the story had potential, separate of the first story. And indeed, up until the halfway mark I followed with great enthusiasm, but it soon became clear to me that Ms. Gregory had absolutely let the fiction run wild. I do not say that her historical facts were out of place, because they were very well worked in, but the story soon was out of control, and as I predicted halfway in, the conclusion was a rather shabby attempt to draw everything to a close. I felt that she had simply tried to let the story run its own course, the result was that it just burned itself to the ground.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2013

    Masterfully written

    Iread this book and its companion several years ago. I was captivated by the writing and the story itself. I highly recommend ALL of Ms. Gregory's books to everyone who enjoys historical fiction. They are well-researched with a lovely flowing style of story-telling. I have read most, if not all of her work works. Each is better than the last!!! Try one, you'll surely learn something interesting! KD

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  • Posted September 19, 2010

    Very Well Written and Enjoyable to Read

    As a follow on to Heavenly Joys or as a stand alone story, Virgin Earth was very well written and most enjoyable reading. Philippa Gregory definitely does her homework for the stories she writes and I cannot get enough of her works. Her name on a book is all I need to see to want to read it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2002

    best book

    i loved the exciting thrill that she secretly plants in her books. I never wanted to put the book down!

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