The Devil's Queen: A Novel of Catherine de Medici

The Devil's Queen: A Novel of Catherine de Medici

by Jeanne Kalogridis

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From Jeanne Kalogridis, the bestselling author of I, Mona Lisa and The Borgia Bride, comes a new novel that tells the passionate story of a queen who loved not wisely . . . but all too well.

Confidante of Nostradamus, scheming mother-in-law to Mary, Queen of Scots, and architect of the bloody St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre, Catherine de Medici is one of the most maligned monarchs in history. In her latest historical fiction, Jeanne Kalogridis tells Catherine's story—that of a tender young girl, destined to be a pawn in Machiavellian games.

Born into one of Florence's most powerful families, Catherine was soon left a fabulously rich heiress by the early deaths of her parents. Violent conflict rent the city state and she found herself imprisoned and threatened by her family's enemies before finally being released and married off to the handsome Prince Henry of France.

Overshadowed by her husband's mistress, the gorgeous, conniving Diane de Poitiers, and unable to bear children, Catherine resorted to the dark arts of sorcery to win Henry's love and enhance her fertility—for which she would pay a price. Against the lavish and decadent backdrop of the French court, and Catherine's blood-soaked visions of the future, Kalogridis reveals the great love and desire Catherine bore for her husband, Henry, and her stark determination to keep her sons on the throne.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781429984317
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/21/2009
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 186,874
File size: 567 KB

About the Author

Jeanne Kalogridis lives with her partner on the West Coast, where they share a house with two dogs. She is the author of The Borgia Bride, The Scarlet Contessa, and other dark fantasy and historical novels. Born in Florida, Kalogridis has a B.A. in Russian and a master's in linguistics, and taught English as a second language at The American University for eight years before retiring to write full-time.


Jeanne Kalogridis lives with her partner on the West Coast, where they share a house with two dogs. She is the author of The Borgia Bride, The Scarlet Contessa, The Devil’s Queen, and other dark fantasy and historical novels. Born in Florida, Kalogridis has a B.A. in Russian and a master’s in linguistics, and taught English as a second language at The American University for eight years before retiring to write full-time.

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One

The day I met the magician Cosimo Ruggieri—the eleventh of May—was an evil one.

I sensed it at daybreak, in the drum of hoofbeats on the cobblestone street in front of the house. I had already risen and dressed and was about to make my way downstairs when I heard the commotion. I stood on tiptoe and peered down through my unshuttered bedroom window.

Out on the broad Via Larga, Passerini reined in his lathered mount, accompanied by a dozen men at arms. He wore his red cardinal’s robes but had forgotten his hat—or perhaps it had fallen off during the wild ride—and his white hair stood up in wisps like a coxcomb. He shouted frantically for the stablehand to open the gate.

I hurried to the stairs, arriving at the landing at the same moment as my aunt Clarice.

She was a beautiful woman in that year before her untimely death, delicate as one of Botticelli’s Graces. That morning found her dressed in a gown of rose velvet and a diaphanous veil over her chestnut hair.

But there was nothing delicate about Aunt Clarice’s disposition. My cousin Piero often referred to his mother as "the toughest man in the family." She deferred to no one—least of all to her four sons or to her husband, Filippo Strozzi, a powerful banker. She had a sharp tongue and a swift hand, and did not hesitate to lash out with either.

And she was scowling that morning. When she caught sight of me, I ducked my head and dropped my gaze, for there was no winning with Aunt Clarice.

At the age of eight, I was an inconvenient child. My mother had died nine days after I was born, followed six days later by my father. Happily, my mother left me enormous wealth, my father, the title of Duchess and the right to rule Florence.

Those things prompted Aunt Clarice to bring me to the Palazzo Medici to groom me for my destiny, but she made it clear that I was a burden. In addition to her own sons, she was obliged to raise two other Medici orphans—my half brother Alessandro and my cousin Ippolito, the bastard of my great-uncle Giuliano de’ Medici.

As Clarice stepped alongside me on the landing, a voice drifted up from the downstairs entry: Cardinal Passerini, acting regent of Florence, was speaking to a servant. Though I could not make out his words, the timbre of his voice conveyed their message clearly: disaster. The safe and comfortable life I had shared with my cousins in our ancestors’ house was about to disappear.

As Clarice listened, fear rippled over her features, only to be replaced by her customary hardness. She narrowed her eyes at me, searching to see if I had detected her instant of weakness, threatening me in case I had.

"Straight down to the kitchen with you. No stopping, no speaking to anyone," she ordered.

I obeyed and headed downstairs, but soon realized I was too nervous to eat. I wandered instead toward the great hall, where Aunt Clarice and Cardinal Passerini were engaged in strenuous conversation. His Eminence’s voice was muffled, but I caught an impassioned word or two uttered by Aunt Clarice:

You fool.

What did Clement expect, the idiot?

Their conversation centered on the Pope—born Giulio de’ Medici—whose influence helped keep our family in power. Even as a child, I understood enough of politics to know that my distant cousin Pope Clement was at odds with the Holy Roman Emperor Charles, whose troops had invaded Italy; Rome was in especial danger.

Abruptly, the door swung open, and Passerini’s head appeared as he called for Leda, Aunt Clarice’s slave. The cardinal was grey-faced, his breath coming hard, the corners of his mouth pulled down by agitation. He waited in the doorway with an air of desolate urgency until Leda appeared, at which point he ordered her to bring Uncle Filippo, Ippolito, and Alessandro.

Within moments, Ippolito and Sandro were ushered inside. Clarice must have come to stand near the doorway, for I could hear her say, quite clearly, to someone waiting in the hall:

We need men, as many as will fight. Until we know their number, we must tread carefully. Assemble as many as you can by nightfall, then come to me. A strange hesitancy crept into her tone. And send Agostino to fetch the astrologer’s son— now.

I heard my uncle Filippo’s low assent and departure, then the door closed again. I remained a few minutes, trying vainly to interpret the sounds emanating from the chamber; defeated, I wandered toward the staircase leading to the children’s rooms.

Six-year-old Roberto, Clarice’s youngest, came running in my direction, wailing and wringing his hands. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut; I barely caught him in time to stop him from knocking me down.

I was small, but Roberto was smaller still. He smelled of heat and slightly sour sweat; his cheeks were flushed and tear-streaked, and his girlishly long hair clung to his damp neck.

At that instant the boys’ nursemaid appeared behind him. Ginevra was a simple, uneducated woman, dressed in worn cotton skirts covered by a white apron, her hair always wrapped in a scarf. On that morning, however, Ginevra’s scarf and nerves were undone; a lock of golden hair had fallen across her face.

Roberto stamped his foot at me and emitted a scream. "Let me go!" He struck out with little fists, but I averted my face and held him fast.

"What is it? Why is he frightened?" I called to Ginevra as she neared.

"They’re coming after us!" Robert howled, spewing tears and spittle. "They’re coming to hurt us!"

Ginevra, dull with fright, answered, "There are men at the gate."

"What sort of men?" I asked.

When Ginevra would not answer, I ran upstairs to the chambermaids’ quarters, which overlooked the stables and the gate that opened onto the busy Via Larga. I dragged a stool to the window, stepped onto it, and flung open the shutters.

The stables stood west of the house; to the north lay the massive iron gate that kept out trespassers. It was closed and bolted; just inside it stood three of our armed guards.

On the other side of its spiked bars, the street hosted lively traffic: a flock of Dominican monks on foot from nearby San Marco, a cardinal in his gilded carriage, merchants on horseback. And Roberto’s men—perhaps twenty in those early hours, before Passerini’s news had permeated Florence. Some stood along the edges of the Via Larga, others in front of the iron gate near the stables. They gazed on our house with hawkeyed intensity, waiting for prey to emerge.

One of them shouted exuberantly at the passing crowd. "Did you hear? The Pope has fallen! Rome lies in the Emperor’s hands!"

At the palazzo’s front entrance, a banner bore the Medici coat of arms so proudly displayed throughout the city: six red balls, six palle, arranged in rows upon a golden shield. Palle, palle! was our rallying cry, the words on our supporters’ lips as they raised their swords in our defense.

As I watched, a wool dyer, his hands and tattered tunic stained dark blue, climbed onto his fellow’s shoulders and pulled down the banner to shouts of approval. A third man touched a torch to the banner and set it ablaze. Passersby slowed and gawked.

"Abaso le palle!" the wool dyer cried, and those surrounding him picked up the chant. "Down with the balls! Death to the Medici!"

In the midst of the tumult, the iron gates opened a crack, and Agostino—Aunt Clarice’s errand boy—slipped out unobserved. But as the gate clanged shut behind him, a few of the men hurled pebbles at him. He shielded his head and dashed away, disappearing into the traffic.

I leaned farther out of the open window. Behind the thin streams of smoke rising from the burning banner, the wool dyer spied me; his face lit up with hatred. Had he been able to reach up into the window, he would have seized me—an eight-year-old girl, an innocent—and dashed my brains against the pavement.

"Abaso le palle!" he roared. At me.

I withdrew. I could not run to Clarice for comfort—she would not have provided it even had she been available. I wanted my cousin Piero; nothing cowed him, not even his formidable mother . . . and he was the one person I trusted. Since he was not in the boys’ classroom receiving his lessons, I hurried to the library.

As I suspected, Piero was there. Like me, he was an insatiable student, often demanding more of his tutors than they knew, with the result that we frequently encountered each other huddled behind book. Unlike me, he was, at a rather immature sixteen, still cherub-cheeked, with close-cropped ringlets and a sweet, ingenuous temperament. I trusted him more than anyone, and adored him as a brother.

Piero sat cross-legged on the floor, squinting down at the heavy tome open in his lap, utterly captivated and utterly calm. He glanced up at me, and just as quickly returned to his reading.

"I told you this morning about Passerini coming," I said. "The news is very bad. Pope Clement has fallen."

Piero sighed calmly and told me the story of Clement’s predicament, which he had learned from the cook. In Rome, a secret passageway leads from the Vatican to the fortress known as the Castel Sant’Angelo. Emperor Charles’s mutinous soldiers had joined with anti-Medici fighters and attacked the Papal Palace. Caught unawares, Pope Clement had run for his life—robes flapping like the wings of a startled dove—across the passage to the fortress. There he remained, trapped in his stronghold by jeering troops.

Piero was totally unfazed by it all.

"We’ve always had enemies," he said. "They want to form their own government. The Pope has always known about them, but Mother says he grew careless and missed clear signs of trouble. She warned him, but Clement didn’t listen."

"But what will happen to us?" I said, annoyed that my voice shook. "Piero, there are men outside burning our banner! They’re calling for our deaths!"

"Cat," he said softly and reached for my hand. I let him draw me down to sit beside him on the cool marble.

"We always knew the rebels would try to take advantage of something like this," Piero said soothingly, "but they aren’t that organized. It will take them a few days to react. By then, we’ll have gone to one of the country villas, and Mother and Passerini will have decided what to do."

I pulled away from him. "How will we get to the country? The crowd won’t even let us out of the house!"

"Cat," he chided gently, "they’re just troublemakers. Come nightfall, they’ll get bored and go away."

Before he could say anything further, I asked, "Who is the astrologer’s son? Your mother sent Agostino to fetch him."

He digested this with dawning surprise. "That would be Ser Benozzo’s eldest, Cosimo."

I shook my head, indicating my ignorance.

"The Ruggieri family has always served as the Medicis’ astrologers," Piero explained. "Ser Benozzo advised Lorenzo il Magnifico. They say his son Cosimo is a prodigy of sorts, and a very powerful magician. Others say such talk is nothing more than a rumor circulated by Ser Benozzo to help the family business."

I interrupted. "But Aunt Clarice doesn’t put a lot of faith in such things."

"No," he said thoughtfully. "Cosimo wrote Mother a letter well over a week ago. He offered his services; he said that serious trouble was coming, and that she would need his help."

I was intrigued. "What did she do?"

"You know Mother. She refused to reply, because she felt insulted that such a young man—a boy, she called him—should presume that she would need help from the likes of him."

"Father Domenico says it’s the work of the Devil."

Piero clicked his tongue scornfully. "Magic isn’t evil—unless you mean for it to hurt someone—and it’s not superstition, it’s science. It can be used to make medicines, not poisons. Here." He proudly lifted the large volume in his lap so that I could see its cover. "I’m reading Ficino."

"Who?"

"Marsilio Ficino. He was Lorenzo il Magnifico’s tutor. Old Cosimo hired him to translate the Corpus Hermeticum, an ancient text on magic. Ficino was brilliant, and this is one of his finest works." He pointed at the title: De Vita Coelitus Comparanda.

"Gaining Life from the Heavens," he translated. "Ficino was an excellent astrologer, and he understood that magic is a natural power." He grew animated. "Listen to this. . . ." He translated haltingly from the Latin. " ‘Using this power of the stars, the Magi were first to worship the infant Christ. Therefore, why fear the name Magus, a name which is pleasing to the Gospel?’ "

"So this astrologer’s son is coming to bring us help," I said. "Help from God’s stars."

"Yes." Piero gave a reassuring nod. "Even if he weren’t, we would still be all right. Mother might complain, but we’ll just go to the country until it’s safe again."

I let myself be convinced—temporarily. On the library floor, I nestled against my cousin and listened to him read in Latin. This continued until Aunt Clarice’s slave Leda—pale, frowning, and heavily pregnant—appeared in the doorway.

"There you are." She motioned impatiently. "Come at once, Caterina. Madonna Clarice is waiting."

The horoscopist was a tall, skinny youth of eighteen, if one estimated generously, yet he wore the grey tunic and somber attitude of a city elder. His pitted skin was sickly white, his hair so black it gleamed blue; he brushed it straight back to reveal a sharp widow’s peak. His eyes seemed even blacker and held something old and shrewd, something that fascinated and frightened me. He was ugly: His long nose was crooked, his lips uneven, his ears too large. Yet I did not want to look away. I stared, a rude, stupid child.

Aunt Clarice said, "Stand there, Caterina, in the light. No, save your little curtsy and just hold still. Leda, close the door behind you and wait in the hall until I call you. I’ll have no interruptions." Her tone was distracted and oddly soft.

After a worried glance at her mistress, Leda stole out and quietly shut the door. I stepped into a pane of sunlight and stood dutifully a few paces from Clarice, who sat beside the cold fireplace. My aunt was arguably the most influential woman in Italy and old enough to be this young man’s mother, but his presence—calm and focused as a viper’s before the strike—was the more powerful, and even Clarice, long inured to the company of pontiffs and kings, was afraid of him.

"This is the girl," she said. "She is plain, but generally obedient."

"Donna Caterina, it is an honor to meet you," the visitor said. "I am Cosimo Ruggieri, son of Ser Benozzo the astrologer."

His appearance was forbidding, but his voice was beautiful and deep. I could have closed my eyes and listened to it as if it were music.

"Think of me as a physician," Ser Cosimo said. "I wish to conduct a brief examination of your person."

"Will it hurt?" I asked.

Ser Cosimo smiled a bit more broadly, revealing crooked upper teeth.

"Not in the least. I have already completed a portion; I see that you are quite short for your age, and your aunt reports that you are rarely sick. Is that true?"

"Yes," I answered.

"She is always running in the garden," Clarice offered palely. "She rides as well as the boys do. By the time she was four, we could not keep her from the horses."

"May I . . . ?" Ser Cosimo paused delicately. "Could you lift your skirts a bit so that I can examine your legs, Caterina?"

I dropped my gaze, embarrassed and perplexed, but raised the hem of my dress first above my ankles and then—at his gentle urging—to my knee.

Ser Cosimo nodded approvingly. "Very strong legs, just as one would expect."

"And thighs," I said, dropping my skirts. "Jupiter’s influence."

Intrigued, he smiled faintly and brought his face closer to mine. "You have studied such things?"

"Only a little," I said. I did not tell him that I had just been listening to Piero reading Ficino’s attributions for Jupiter.

Aunt Clarice interrupted, her tone detached. "But her Jupiter is in detriment."

Ser Cosimo kept his penetrating gaze focused on me. "In Libra, in the Third House. But there are ways to strengthen it."

I braved a question. "You know about my stars, then, Ser Cosimo?"

"I have taken an interest in them for some time," he replied. "They present a great many challenges and a great many opportunities. May I ask what moles you have?"

"There are two on my face."

Ser Cosimo lowered himself onto his haunches, bringing us eye to eye. "Show me, Caterina."

I smoothed my dull, mousy hair away from my right cheek. "Here and here." I pointed at my temple, near the hairline, and at a spot between my jaw and ear.

He drew in a sharp breath and turned to Aunt Clarice, his manner grave.

"Is it bad?" she asked.

"Not so bad that we cannot repair it," he said. "I will return tomorrow at this very hour, with talismans and herbs for her protection. You must employ them according to my precise directions."

"For me," Clarice said swiftly, "and for my sons, not just for her."

The astrologer’s son cast a sharp glance at her. "Certainly. For everyone who has need." A threat crept into his tone. "But such things bring no benefit unless they are used exactly as prescribed—and exactly for whom they are created."

Clarice dropped her gaze, intimidated—and furious at herself for being so. "Of course, Ser Cosimo."

"Good," he said and bowed his farewell.

"God be with you, Donna Clarice," he said graciously. "And with you, Donna Caterina."

I murmured a good-bye as he walked out the door. It was odd watching a youth move like an elderly man. Many years later, he would confess to having been fifteen years old at the time. He had used the aid of a glamour, he claimed, to make himself appear older, knowing Clarice would never have listened to him otherwise.

As soon as the astrologer was out of earshot, Aunt Clarice said, "I’ve heard rumors of this one, the eldest boy. Smart, true—smart at conjuring devils and making poisons. I’ve heard that his father despairs."

"He isn’t a good man?" I asked timidly.

"He is evil. A necessary evil, now." She lowered her face into her hand and began to massage her temple. "It’s all falling apart. Rome, the papacy, Florence herself. It’s only a matter of time before the news spreads all over the city. And then . . . everything will go to Hell. I need to figure out what to do before . . ." I thought I heard tears, but she gathered herself and snapped open her eyes. "Go to your chambers and study your texts. There will be no lessons today, but you’d best comport yourself quietly. I won’t tolerate any distractions."

I left the great hall. Rather than follow my aunt’s instructions to go upstairs, I dashed out to the courtyard. The astrologer’s son was there, moving swiftly for the gardens.

I cried out, "Ser Cosimo! Wait!"

He stopped and faced me. His expression was knowing and amused, as if he had completely expected to find a breathless eight-year-old girl tearing after him.

"Caterina," he said, with odd familiarity.

"You can’t leave," I said. "There are men outside calling for our deaths. Even if you got out safely, you would never be able to come back again."

He bent forward and faced me at my level. "But I will get out safely," he said. "And I will come back again tomorrow. When I do, you must find me alone in the courtyard or the garden. There are things we must discuss, unhappy secrets. But not today. The hour is not propitious."

As he spoke, his eyes hardened, as if he was watching a distant but approaching evil. He straightened and said, "But nothing bad will happen. I will see to it. We will speak again tomorrow. God keep you, Caterina."

He turned and strode off.

I hurried after him, but he walked faster than I could run. In seconds he was at the entrance to the stables, in view of the large gate leading to the Via Larga. I hung back, afraid.

The palazzo was a fortress of thick stone; its main entry was an impenetrable brass door positioned in the building’s center. To the west lay the gardens and the stables, viewable from the street behind a north-facing iron gate that began where the citadel proper ended.

Just inside that gate were seven armed guards, warily eyeing the crowd on the other side of the thick iron bars. When I had last peered through the upstairs window, only six men had lingered by the western gate. Now more than two dozen peasants and merchants stood staring back at the guards.

A groom handed Ser Cosimo the reins to a glossy black mare. At the sight of the astrologer, a few in the mob hissed. One hurled a stone, which banked off an iron bar and struck the earth several paces from its target.

Ser Cosimo calmly led his mount to the gate. The mare stamped her feet and turned her face from the waiting men as one of them cried out: "Abaso le palle! Down with the balls!"

"What," called another, "did they bring you here to suck the cardinal’s cock?"

"And his Medici-loving balls! Abaso le palle!"

The commotion alerted others who had been standing watch across the street, who hurried to join those at the gate. The chant grew louder.

"Abaso le palle.

Abaso le palle."

Men shook their fists in the air and pushed their hands between the bars to claw at those on the other side. The mare whinnied and showed them the whites of her eyes.

Ser Cosimo’s composure never wavered. Serene and unflinching, he walked toward the metal bars amid a hail of pebbles. He was not struck, but our guards were not as fortunate; they yelped curses as they tried to shield their faces. One hurried to the bolt and slid the heavy iron bar back while the others drew their swords and formed a shoulder-to-shoulder barricade in front of Ser Cosimo.

The guard at the bolt glanced over his shoulder at the departing guest. "You’re mad, sir," he said. "They’ll tear you to pieces."

I broke out from my hiding place and ran to Ser Cosimo.

"Don’t hurt him!" I shouted at the crowd. "He’s not one of us!"

Ser Cosimo dropped the reins of his nervous mount and knelt down to catch my shoulders.

"Go inside, Catherine," he said. Catherine, my name in a foreign tongue. "I know what I am doing. I will be safe."

As he finished speaking, a pebble grazed my shoulder. I flinched; Ser Cosimo saw it strike. And his eyes—

The look of the Devil, I was going to say, but perhaps it is better called the look of God. For the Devil can trick and test, but God alone metes out death, and only He can will a man to suffer for eternity.

That was that look I saw in Cosimo’s eye. He was capable, I decided, of undying spite, of murder without the slightest regret. Yet it was not that look that unsettled me. It was the fact that I recognized it and was still drawn to him; it was the fact that I knew it and did not want to look away.

He whirled on the crowd with that infinitely evil look. At once, the rain of stones ceased. When every man had grown silent, he called out, strong and clear:

"I am Cosimo Ruggieri, the astrologer’s son. Strike her again, if you dare."

Nothing more was said. Darkly radiant, Ser Cosimo mounted his horse, and the guard pushed open the singing gate. The magician rode out, and the crowd parted for him.

The gate swung shut with a clang, and the guard slid the bolt into place. It was as though a signal had been given: The crowd came alive and again hurled pebbles and curses at the guards.

But the astrologer’s son passed unharmed, his head high, his shoulders square and sure. While the rest of the world fixed its unruly attention on the palazzo gates, he rode away, and soon disappeared from my sight.

Excerpted from The Devil’s Queen by Jeanne Kalogridis.
Copyright 2009 by Jeanne Kalogridis.
Published in July 2009 by St. Martin’s Press.
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About the Book:

From Jeanne Kalogridis, the bestselling author of I, Mona Lisa and The Borgia Bride, comes a new novel that tells the passionate story of a queen who loved not wisely… but all too well.

Confidante of Nostradamus, scheming mother-in-law to Mary, Queen of Scots, and architect of the bloody St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre, Catherine de Medici is one of the most maligned monarchs in history. In her latest historical fiction, Jeanne Kalogridis tells Catherine's story—that of a tender young girl, destined to be a pawn in Machiavellian games.

Born into one of Florence's most powerful families, Catherine was soon left a fabulously rich heiress by the early deaths of her parents. Violent conflict rent the city state and she found herself imprisoned and threatened by her family's enemies before finally being released and married off to the handsome Prince Henry of France.

Overshadowed by her husband's mistress, the gorgeous, conniving Diane de Poitiers, and unable to bear children, Catherine resorted to the dark arts of sorcery to win Henry's love and enhance her fertility—for which she would pay a price. Against the lavish and decadent backdrop of the French court, and Catherin's blood-soaked visions of the future, Kalogridis reveals the great love and desire Catherine bore for her husband, Henry, and her stark determination to keep her sons on the throne.

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Devil's Queen 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 71 reviews.
emmi331 More than 1 year ago
If you're ready to suspend belief and buy into the idea that Henri II grew to love his wife Catherine d'Medici - contrary to all historical evidence - you'll enjoy this novel as much as I did. Several other jaw-dropping historical revisions also show up in the story, but it IS fiction, after all, and makes for lively reading. "Madame Serpent" by Jean Plaidy (not usually one of my favorite authors) tells the same sad story of the Catherine-Henri-Diane de Poitiers triangle in a more believable way and is a bit better. (It's out of print, but can still be found through used book sellers.) But "Devil's Queen" is still an excellent novel, and I recommend it.
Eleanor-Anne More than 1 year ago
Even if Catherine De Medici was a strong believer of the dark arts, it was not an enjoyable focus to read about. The book puts focus mostly on her beliefs and her astrology research and following. Personally, I would have liked a book more about her and her character to be more developed instead of the focus on magic. It made the book feel more fiction less historical fiction.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the insight that I gained into Catherine Divicci. How she was humanized through all the horrible things that are known about Catherine. The story and the plot are well written.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am a huge historical fiction fan, but this is the first book about Catherine de Medici I've read. Some of it was a little far fetched (magic spells to encourage conception, reading the stars to tell the future, talismans to protect people) but it was overall a great read! It broke my heart, it made me smile, and it made me think. Jeanne Kalogridis created a person that was easy to relate to, sympathize with and someone that I really wanted to see happy in the end. Even though I know it is fiction and Henri's relationship with Catherine wasn't like it is portrayed in this book it was a great twist on it. I think it would be interesting to do a sequel based on Diana's point of view. I've researched some of Catherine de Medici since (and during) reading this book and this book piqued my curiosity about her. I will definitely be looking for more books based on her and possibly by this author.
Suzanne McCurdy More than 1 year ago
Its been such a long time since I have been sad that a book ended. I found myself wanting to continue in the lives of the characters. Truly fascinating.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1533 her powerful Florence family arranges the marriage between Catherine de Medici and heir to the French throne Henry who will become King Henry II as a political convenience; both are fourteen at the time. However, Catherine vows to make the best of her unwanted marriage by supporting her spouse and his kingdom so her heir inherits the throne. Over the years reality proves not as nice as her dream as she finds her husband is more interested in his consort, the manipulative Diane de Poitiers --- Though superstitious Catherine is a de Medici so is used to acting against enemies like the mistress, whom she arranges a marriage with a prince. She consults with the astrologer Ruggieri who persuades her to commit horrors including a major role in the St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre so that her children well inherit what she believes is rightfully hers and theirs as her husband simply ignores her since she gave him the heir and the spare. --- Moving from the fifteenth century Italy (see I, MONA LISA and THE BORGIA BRIDE) to sixteenth century mostly France, historical fiction writer Jeanne Kalogridis provides a strong biographical novel of the aptly titled Catherine de Medici. The lead is an intriguing character painted by most historians as a devil, but Ms. Kalogridis provdes an interesting counter-theory that claims instead Catherine was not the evil one, but lost the PR war by choosing to do what she was trained to perform as her duty as a wife and mother to the monarchy. Although well written, readers will still come away with the belief that Catherine was THE DEVIL'S QUEEN though accepting she was doing what was expected of her (doing one's job is no excuse for crimes against humanity). --- Harriet Klausner
ltfl_nelson on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This author has written several historical fiction titles and under her pseudonym J M Dillard has many Star Trek titles from the 1980s & 90s to her name.The novel is written from Catherine¿s point of view from the age of eight when she is forced to flee the Medici palace in Florence where she lived with her aunt and relations. Here we meet the astrologer Cosimo Ruggieri who is just 15 at the time and who will play an important role in many of her decisions throughout her life. She becomes fascinated by astrology and some would say sorcery and has several dreams of which turn out to be a true vision of her future. Nostradamus also visits Catherine as she gets older. At the age of 14 she is betrothed to Henri of Navarre the son of the King of France, Francois. The novel follows her life from 10 years of childlessness to her many subsequent children who are all flawed in some way. There is a great deal of bodice ripping, incest and uncomfortable dealings along the way but Kalogridis¿ writing holds the reader in thrall. The last two chapters are particularly gripping with the horrific St Bartholomew¿s Day massacre on 24 August 1572 when 70,000 Huguenots are murdered in Paris. Catherine was blamed for this but the writer shows Catherine to have been betrayed by her third son Eduard into believing there was a plot by Huguenot leaders to kill her and her children. There wasn¿t and we feel her pain at this realisation.A very fluid writing style and a non- romanticised biography of a woman whom most biographers see as an evil Queen but we are left with a sense of her human frailty.
BookAddictDiary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Catherine de Medici is a child of the infamous Medici family, rulers of Florence. After rebels topple the family, Catherine is forced into captivity. Even though Catherine is eventually rescued, her life will never be the same. As a daughter of the Medici family and niece to the Pope, Catherine is forced to become a political pawn in her family's schemes. She is sent to France to marry the unwilling Prince Henri. In France, Catherine continues her odd childhood fascination with astrology and gets pulled into the intrigue at the French court. When, by a twist of fate, Catherine becomes Queen of France, she will do anything to protect her children and the crown... anything.The Devil's Queen is definitely not for children. It includes graphic depictions of sex and violence. The sex, in particular, is highly graphic and included primarily to give the novel a romance edge. While there is some aspect of romance in this novel, it's a fairly minor subplot, most likely included to draw in more readers.The biggest centerpiece of this novel is the discussion of Catherine de Medici's involvement in witchcraft and astrology. While it seems like the market is being flooded with historical novels about witchcraft, Jeanne Kalogridis approaches the topic in a seemingly fresh manner, filled with vivid (and sometimes gruesome) depictions of rituals and well-researched information about the superstitions Catherine de Medici believed.While The Devil's Queen was entertaining and kept me reading, it felt like it was a little lacking. First, while Catherine felt like a realistic woman with real emotions and reactions, I just wasn't completely pulled in by her. In fact, I was most interested in the story when Kalogridis talked about Catherine's witchcraft than any other part of the novel. Catherine does become more compelling as the story goes on, but for most of time I simply didn't find Catherine all that fascinating. I just wasn't entirely pulled into her story or her character - I didn't quite feel her emotions or become engrossed in her life. I actually thought that many of the secondary characters were more interesting than Catherine. Kalogridis did an amazing job of creating complex, dynamic secondary characters, but at the expense of pushing the main character out of the reader's focus.I also felt like at times the Catherine de Medici that I read about in The Devil's Queen was hardly the same Catherine de Medici that I've heard about before or was alluded to in the book's marketing material. The Catherine in The Devil's Queen wasn't quite as deadly or as "evil" as I expected her to be (or even, at times, as much as she thought she was). For example, when her husband, King Henri, carried on a long affair with another woman, Catherine silently accepted it and did nothing to exert her power -- even after King Henri ended the affair, the mistress was able to keep a great deal of power and influence -- and Catherine did nothing. Thankfully, Catherine comes out of her shell after the death of her husband and takes on a stronger role as France descends further into war. While this is the strongest area of the novel, it takes far too long to get to. Once the reader gets there, the story is over before Catherine, and The Devil's Queen, can reach its full potential.The Devil's Queen isn't a bad novel. It's very well-researched and written in a clear voice that's easy to understand and enjoyable to follow. However, the text is uneven - ranging from edge-of-your-seat intrigue to painfully boring (and seemingly unnecessary ) sections that should have been edited. The plot also becomes muddled at times with little discernible direction. This one is great for historical fiction and historical romance fans and for readers interested in medieval witchcraft. The story points to a future of potentially phenomenal novels, but Kalogridis just isn't there yet.
philae_02 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I borrowed ¿The Devil¿s Queen¿ from my local library, to which it provided ample entertainment while maneuvering through morning traffic; and at times, even made the long commute enjoyable. The story of Catherine de Medici was one that I had not known much about, to which I learned a little bit about her (and attesting to the Afterward the end of the novel, it appears that Kalogridis based the highlights of Catherine¿s life on fact or at least rumors that had been recorded at the time). Kalogridis weaved a tale of a young Italian woman¿s devotion to her betrothed French husband and her children by any means necessary, even resorting to sorcery and magic. The authors attention to detail was enhanced through the depiction of vivid details of even the simplest of things (like the magical rituals or even the fashions of the period) made the telling of the story all the more entertaining. There were some moments in the story that ran a little slow, but the twist at the end of the novel more than made up for those parts.
dragonflyy419 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Magic, sexual escapades, court intrigue, death, war ¿ The Devil¿s Queen A Novel of Catherine de Medici by Jeanne Kalogridis has it all. Despite this fact, I am left wondering what I got out of this book. There were times in the book where I was turning the pages fast desperate to know what would happen next and other times where I was immensely bored and wondering when something interesting would happen. Sometimes I felt a connection with the protagonist other times I felt there was something lacking in her, that she was slightly two dimensional. I¿m not sure what was missing in this book. The story and plot line were fascinating. The ideas were great. I don¿t believe there was much historical fact to the story line and that most of it was fiction, but that is to be expected in a historical fiction novel. I was also left at times disturbed by the some of the characters in the story.The imagery used to describe dreams, visions, magic, and clothing were spectacular. They were filled with vivid details and allowed one to truly see those scenes. Those aspects of the book were brilliant and well done.After reading The Devil¿s Queen I am left with a neutral feeling. I don¿t dislike the book, but I am not raving about it either. I feel it is an fascinating read and had it¿s good points, but it wasn¿t one where it held my interest the entire time and it felt a little slow and drawn out.
Smits on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
****The novel is written from Catherine¿s point of view from the age of eight when she is forced to flee the Medici palace in Florence where she lived with her aunt and relations. Here we meet the astrologer Cosimo Ruggieri who is just 15 at the time and who will play an important role in many of her decisions throughout her life. She becomes fascinated by astrology and some would say sorcery and has several dreams of which turn out to be a true vision of her future. Nostradamus also visits Catherine as she gets older. At the age of 14 she is betrothed to Henri of Navarre the son of the King of France, Francois. The novel follows her life from 10 years of childlessness to her many subsequent children who are all flawed in some way. There is a great deal of bodice ripping, incest and uncomfortable dealings along the way but Kalogridis¿ writing holds the reader in thrall. The last two chapters are particularly gripping with the horrific St Bartholomew¿s Day massacre on 24 August 1572 when 70,000 Huguenots are murdered in Paris. Catherine was blamed for this but the writer shows Catherine to have been betrayed by her third son Eduard into believing there was a plot by Huguenot leaders to kill her and her children. There wasn¿t and we feel her pain at this realisation.A very fluid writing style and a non- romanticised biography of a woman whom most biographers see as an evil Queen but we are left with a sense of her human frailty. ( ) **** copied this review as i agreed so much with it
ljldml on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One of the best books by Jeanne Kalogridis. I love reading anything about the Medici family, especially Catherine. Having been born into the infamous Medici family was both a blessing and a curse for Catherine. She became little more than a political pawn toward her families advancement. This is an amazing historial fictional account of Catherine's life. Catherine is not a sympathetic figure,and the author doesn't attempt to elicit sympathy for Catherine. She was a schemer who would do anything for herself and her family. This book contains something that should appeal to everyone. I particularly enjoyed reading about Catherine's relationship with Nostrodamus. I enjoyed reading this book and feel it is one of the best books Kalogridis has written to date.
SaraPoole on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One of my all-time favorite historical novelists hits the mark perfectly with this thoughtful, passionate look at a woman historians love to hate. While never trying to excuse Catherine de Medici's actions, Kalogridis employs her creative vision backed up by meticulous research to reveal a woman of great strength and determination trapped within a web of political intrigue and imposed values. The result is a riveting visit to a world too-often obscured by false assumptions. Get comfortable before you start reading this one because you truly will not want to put it down.
Sararush on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It is hard to make a Queen who shoulders the blame for a religious massacre sympathetic, so Jeanne Kalogridis doesn¿t try. Instead she goes the complete opposite direction. Giving us an unsentimental Queen who would commit any atrocity to save herself or someone she loves. Even as a girl she is already murdering and dabbling in black magic. For those of you unfamiliar with Catherine de Medici, the Italian born duchess was reduced to living in a convent after her family was deposed in Florence. In a true Cinderella story she marries the second son, Henry, of King Francoise of France. She ends up the Queen of France, and though a mere figurehead during her husbands rule, she has a great influence over the reigns of her sons. Because Catherine ruled France during such a tumultuous time, (religious upheaval, civil wars, weak kings), her reign was marked with political gaffes and intrigues, the most notably, The ST. Bartholomew¿s Massacre leading to the deaths of tens of thousands of Huguenots (French Protestants). Never faltering and with clear determination, Catherine meets rivals for her husbands heart and traitors seeking to claim the throne. Kalogridis¿ Catherine is decidedly evil which makes for entertaining story telling and is historically probable. The author doesn¿t try to excuse any of Catherine¿s behavior, but she does give us fictionalized back story to try and establish her motivations. Since Kalogridis is prone to dramatics and excessive detail, (she¿s also known for a lively look into the family of Dracula) let me say that if you¿re looking for historical accuracy, this probably isn¿t your novel. But if you¿re looking for a spirited read that enlivens history into Catherine¿s time, The Devil¿s Queen is an excellent choice. I thoroughly enjoyed it.I¿d like to add that I was fortunate enough to pick up the audio version read by Kate Reading. Reading delivers a commanding Queen, and is pure magic to listen to. The French words are pronounced perfectly (to my English ears) and her pacing is spot on.
Kasthu on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Devil¿s Queen: A Novel of Catherine de Medici, is the story of Catherine de Medici¿as told from her point of view. The novel opens in 1527 on the eve of major rebellion in Florence, when Catherine is eight years old, and continues through the St. Bartholomew¿s Day massacre and beyond. From an early age, Catherine becomes deeply involved in magic, becoming friends with the astrologer Cosimo Ruggieri, even as she struggles to protect her husband and children and keep the Valois family on the throne of France. In addition, Catherine is haunted by strange, blood-filled dreams.I really enjoyed the story of this novel. Character development is strong, though the narration the author uses for Catherine at the age of eight sounds strangely adult-like. I enjoyed watching the interplay between Catherine and Ruggieri. Catherine¿s reputation was tarnished by a lot of factors, but she actually comes across quite well in this book, as a strong woman who would do anything for her family¿even though the Valois family were tainted by death. It was interesting to me to see how strong Catherine¿s influence was, even after the death of King Henri¿even as Queen Mother, people still called her Madame la Reine. It would have been interesting, however, to have seen what Catherine¿s true feelings were for Diane de Poitiers¿in the novel, Catherine feels a lot of ambivalence towards Henri¿s longtime mistress. And absolutely no mention is made of Catherine¿s role as a patroness of the arts. The author also gets a couple of biographical details wrong--in the book, she says that Henri II's birthday is March 13th and that his Sun sign is Aries (which is incorrect; March 13 falls under the sign of Pisces). However, Henri's birthdate was really March 31. Typo, perhaps? A minor detail, but it made me wonder how much else the author might have gotten wrong.Kalogridis¿s strength is description, though she does have a habit of describing over and over again how tall Henri was, and how short Catherine was. And the narration does jump around a lot, using the ¿years passed¿¿ device. And there are a couple of¿how shall I say¿graphic scenes in the novel, which might not appeal to some. But otherwise, I enjoyed this novel¿though a better one about the period is CW Gortner¿s The Last Queen (incidentally, he's also writing a version of Catherine's story, for publication next year).
dianaleez on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Review of the CD: Jeanne Kalogridis' novel of Catherine de Medici, "The Devil's Queen," is skillfully read by Kate Reading in this five disc collection. In Reading's capable hands, the story of Catherine becomes a compelling one. Kalogridis' historical novel, which at times borders on melodramatic, allows the often vilified French queen to tell her own story. And quite a story it is. Catherine is famous as the wife of one French king and the mother of three others; she is infamous as the architect of the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre of French Protestants. And history has further condemned her close relationship with the astrologer Cosimo Ruggieri. Was Catherine an evil queen of epic proportions? Kalogridis attempts to purchase a little compassion for Catherine by explaining her tumultuous background and her compelling mission to both protect her husband and to ensure the continuation of his line. Surely she was a strong queen who faced adversity - whether in the form of revolting French Protestants or her husband's much beloved mistress, Diane de Poitiers - with courage and élan. Did she rule through witchcraft? The French people seemed to think so, and Kalogridis shows her making her deal with the devil. The novel itself is dramatic and fast paced; Reading's presentation is compelling. But it is not a happy story; not only is Catherine not a sympathetic figure, but also the novel itself can be rather graphic and heavy handed. Three and a half stars: It will appeal to many listeners but is too melodramatic for serious readers and not romantic/sympathetic enough for those looking for a good historical romance.
sensitivemuse on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was surprised reading this book. It shed a very different light on Catherine De Medici. She wasn't the cunning sly witch I was so used to reading. In fact, it was the opposite. The book put her as a young girl, who married and had a husband who was in love with someone else and everyone in the French court knew it. She couldn't have children which put tremendous pressure on her. This is where she meddles with magic and "witchcraft" to help her. This book definitely put Catherine in a very sympathetic light and I thought it was an interesting read. I actually felt myself drawn to Catherine and felt for her during her hard times - especially during her marriage and her desperation to have children. She didn't seem like the evil Queen we all know her as. Eventually when she did have children, she seemed like a very devoted mother, and despite her rocky marriage, she was also very devoted to her husband (even though he wasn't). The plot is told entirely in Catherine's point of view, which is interesting and it highlights her intelligence and her willingness to learn politics even though women didn't have a place for it. I admire her strong will and determination to hold her position in court, even though she's been shadowed by Diane de Poitiers. Her relationship with Diane is a strange one, it went from enemies to a silent agreement and respect for one another. The references to magic and astrology is the main theme in the book and it shows Catherine's hobby turn into something more serious that had a great impact on her life and for those around her. I thought that was an interesting additionThe plot was well done and well written. The events that turned to the St Bartholomew's Day Massacre was interesting as many people were blamed (Including Catherine) for it. I liked how Catherine, eventually found out that turning things to her advantage and by avoiding events that are meant to be has serious consequences, and things still don't turn out the way she wanted it to be, she accepted it, in the end, and it just seemed that it had made her a better person and free from all the pressure, and the worries that were heaped onto her during the book. When she found out about Edouard's involvement in the Massacre, perhaps that was her breaking point. I was personally shocked about it and I could feel Catherine's emotions. It certainly did feel like a slap in the face. I felt the ending did drag out and could have been faster paced. It seemed to drag and slow to a snail's crawl and extremely redundant. Also, there are certain parts of the book where an execution is involved (a rather gruesome one) and a hunt gone wrong. This may not please those that are squeamish. Overall an interesting view on one of history's most villified Queens. Certainly sympathetic and very different from what we are all used to seeing in Catherine De Medici. I recommend this to historical fiction fans. It was a great read.
melissas09 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Wonderful! Kalogridis does it again, with a beautifully written, mesmerizing, can't-put-it-down, just-one-more-chapter, stay up all night read! This novel puts a human face on Catherine de Medici, considered by those in her time to be the most evil royal figure of them all, not the brilliant and devoted leader and queen that she truly appears to have been. Based around factual details of Catherine's life, the story moves quickly from her childhood in Florence, hiding from those who would hunt and kill the de Medici clan, to her politically arranged marriage to a prince of France, and her life as a queen. Fast-paced and entirely believable, Catherine's story is one of heartbreak, betrayal, love, and the intrigues and complications of royal politics. Poignant and captivating, Kalogridis's story takes us to 16th-century Italy and France, and tells a story of one of the strongest and most misunderstood women in history. Also highly recommended: The Borgia Bride and I, Mona Lisa, also by Kalogridis.
MsDollie More than 1 year ago
Jeanne Kalogrids offers a fascinating theory into what may have motivated Catherine de Medici. As with her other novels, the storyline kept my attention, making it hard to put the book down.
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ThaTxMom More than 1 year ago
A powerful story that moved me to think of the lengths I would go to to protect my own family. I had a hard time putting it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is more a work of fiction then a historical book. I enjoy history and I wish the auth had not made up part of the story. It was still a good read.
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