From #1 New York Times bestselling author Barbara Taylor Bradford comes the first book in a stunning new historical saga.
Victorian England is a country of sharp divides between rich and poor, but James Lionel Falconer, who spends his days working at his father’s market stall, is determined to become a merchant prince. Even as a child, he is everything a self-made man should be: handsome, ambitious, charming, and brimming with self-confidence. James quickly rises through the ranks, proving himself both hardworking and trustworthy, and catching the eye of Henry Malvern, head of the most prestigious shipping company in London. But when threats against his reputation – and his life - begin to emerge, James will have to prove that he truly is the master of his fate.
Through scandal and romance, tragedy and triumph, the Falconer and Malvern family’s lives intertwine in unexpected ways in this expansive and intricately detailed new novel filled with drama, intrigue, and Bradford's trademark cast of compelling characters.
About the Author
Hometown:New York, New York
Place of Birth:Yorkshire, England
Education:Christ Church Elementary School and Northcote Private School for Girls in Yorkshire, England
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James Lionel Falconer, commonly called Jimmy by everyone except his grandmother, was out of breath. He came to a sudden stop in the middle of the road going toward Camden Lock. The wheelbarrow he was pushing was heavy and grew heavier by the minute, at least so it seemed to him. He rested for a few seconds, leaning against the barrow, endeavoring to catch his breath.
It was Thursday, June 12, 1884, and last month, in late May, he had celebrated his fourteenth birthday. He felt very grown-up now. After all, he had been working with his father at their stalls in the Malvern Market since he was eight. That was part time until he was ten, when he began to go there every day. He loved the haggling, the negotiating, the wheeling and dealing about prices, just as much as his father did.
His father called him "my clever lad," which pleased Jimmy. He admired his father, endeavored to emulate him. Matthew Falconer, who was thirty-seven, dressed neatly to go to work, and so did Jimmy. His father never forgot to ask his regulars how members of their families were, and neither did Jimmy. It had been instilled in him.
Even his grandmother, Esther Falconer, had noticed, since his early childhood, how he copied his father in most things. It frequently brought a smile to her face, and sometimes she even gave him a threepenny bit for being a good boy. She told him to save it for a rainy day. He did. He paid great attention to her.
Straightening, blowing out air, Jimmy picked up the two handles and started pushing the barrow once more. He walked at an even pace, knowing that this main road got a bit higher after it branched off on both sides.
He stayed on the main road, puffing a bit harder, perspiring; it was a warm day. He was almost at the market when he experienced a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest, and came to an abrupt stop, startled by the intensity of the pain. He'd never felt anything like it. The pain seemed to grow worse and he swallowed hard, unable to move.
Holding on to the handles of the barrow tightly, he kept himself upright even though he thought he might fall over anyway. Slowly, the pain subsided. He was still short of breath; sweat covered his face. He couldn't imagine what was wrong with him. What had just happened?
"Jimmy! Jimmy! Are you awright, lad?"
He recognized Mrs. Greenwood's voice and turned around. She was a neighbor, a cook who worked in a big house in a terrace near Regent's Park.
"I'm fine," he answered, and he did feel better. Whatever the pain had been about, it had gone away. He just felt a bit warm on this sunny day, and breathless.
When she arrived at his side, Mavis Greenwood peered at him intently, her warm, motherly face ringed with concern. "You stopped suddenly, and looked a bit odd. I can't help thinking something is wrong."
"No, it isn't. Not really. I just got out of breath and felt hot."
She nodded. "Let's not complain about the weather. It's been raining cats and dogs for days."
Jimmy laughed. He liked Mrs. Greenwood. She often brought them some of her baked goods, as she called her marvelous concoctions, and he was especially partial to her gooseberry tart.
"Where's your dad, Jimmy? He shouldn't let you push this barrow. It's almost bigger than you."
He grinned at her; then his face quickly changed. He sobered as he explained, "Dad's taken Mum to see Dr. Robertson. She says it's just a cold, but me dad thinks it might be bronchitis, or worse, pneumonia."
"Oh, I do hope it's not, lad. They're serious illnesses." Placing her handbag on top of the sack covering the contents in the wheelbarrow, she got hold of one of the handles. "Come on then, Jimmy, take the other handle, and I'll help you push this to the market."
Jimmy was about to refuse her help, but changed his mind at once. It would offend her. He did as she said, grabbed the other handle, and together they pushed the barrow, keeping in step with each other.
When he had first rented a stall at the Malvern Market, Matthew Falconer made up his mind to be successful, and he was. The owner soon took an interest in him, realizing what a good merchant he was, and when a new stall became available it was Matt who was given the chance to rent it. He did.
The Malvern was one of the few covered markets in the area, and because of its glass roof and stone walls, it was protected when the weather was bad. This meant the stalls were open to the public all year round; every stall holder appreciated this.
Jimmy and Mavis Greenwood pushed the barrow through the big iron gates, to be greeted by Tommy, the caretaker, who lived in the gatehouse. Then Jimmy and Mavis headed toward the area where the two adjoining sheds were located.
Once the shed doors were unlocked and folded back, Jimmy opened the doors of the storage rooms, which were like two small shops. Mavis Greenwood helped him to pull out the wooden sawhorses and the planks of wood which made the stalls when put together.
As she assisted Jimmy, she wondered how Matt Falconer had expected his son to do this alone. It baffled her but she remained silent. She knew it was best to mind her own business.
Once they were finished with the stalls, she picked up her handbag from the barrow, smiled at Jimmy. "And what treasures are hidden under that old sack, then?" Jimmy pulled it off and showed her. "Copper kitchen utensils me dad got at an estate sale last week. From a big house up west." He pointed to a few items.
"Look at 'em, Mrs. Greenwood. Copper molds for jellies, blancmange, salmon mousse, all the things you no doubt make at that big house where you're cook."
She nodded and picked up a few items, looking them over carefully. "Lovely pieces, Jimmy, I've got to admit. How much is this mold then?" she asked, taking a fancy to one.
"Dad forgot to give me the price list, but you can have it for sixpence. I think that'd be about right."
"Sixpence! That's highway robbery, Jimmy Falconer!"
"Oh! Well, perhaps I made a mistake. A three-penny bit? How does that sound, Mrs. Greenwood?" He gazed at her, smiling. After all, she had helped him to get there. She deserved a bargain.
Mavis opened her handbag and took out her purse. She handed him the coin, gave him a big smile, and put the mold in her bag. "Thank you, Jimmy. You've been very fair. Now I'd better be getting off or I'll be late for work."
"Thanks for helping me, Mrs. Greenwood. Can I ask you something?"
"Anything you want, but best make it quick, lad."
"Can you have a heart attack at fourteen?" he asked, staring intently.
She stared back at him and exclaimed, "Don't be daft, Jimmy! Anyway, you're as fit as a fiddle. You must be or your dad wouldn't expect you to push that heavy barrow up here."
* * *
Once he was alone, Jimmy began to arrange the copper molds on the stalls, following his father's instructions to always put tall pieces at the back, graduating them down in size because the buyer's eye would look at the first grouping and then move up to the taller items.
He worried about his mother as he did this task almost by rote, also wondering where his father was. Why was it taking so long at the doctor's? Now and then he turned around, looked down toward the gates into the market. It was still quite early, and only a few stall holders were already there, doing the same job as him.
Thoughts of Mrs. Greenwood intruded, and he felt a sudden rush of guilt. She had blamed his father for his predicament on the road, but it was his fault. He had filled the wheelbarrow too full, piled in far too many molds and a variety of additional items. He must explain that the next time he saw her. He didn't want his father to look bad in her eyes.
Jimmy had just finished arranging the wares on the stalls when he spotted his father coming through the iron gates, hurrying toward him. His first instinct was to rush forward, but he restrained himself, as he had been taught from an early age — control yourself, be dignified. And so he waited.
Matthew Falconer came to a stop, smiling, and drew his son close to his body for a moment. "She's got a very heavy cold," Matt explained, at once noting the worried expression in Jimmy's blue eyes. "She's back home in bed. The doctor gave her some good cough mixture. She's to stay in bed, be kept warm and given lots of liquids."
Beaming at his father, filled with relief, Jimmy said, "I'm thankful it's not bronchitis or pneumonia."
"You can say that again. I'm as grateful as you, Jim. Now, I want you to go to your grandmother's. I need her to give you a bottle of her raspberry vinegar concoction and some camphor bags, as well as any special advice she has. Lady Agatha won't mind you going, if she's still there. Your grandmother told me the family is going to France for the next few months, and leaving today."
The boy nodded. "I'll go now. Shall I take the things home to Mother?"
"That's correct, my lad. Grandmother will no doubt give you a sandwich and perhaps some food to take home for your mother."
"But what about you, Dad? We forgot to make our snacks before we left this morning."
"Don't worry about me. The pie man usually comes around hawking his goods at one o'clock. I'll manage."
"I'll come back, after I've given Mother her lunch."
"No, no, don't do that! It's not worth it for an hour or two in the late afternoon. Stay at home, look after Rossi and Eddie, and make sure they have something to eat. Now, off you go."CHAPTER 2
James was happy, and for various reasons. He was glad his mother did not have some deadly illness and that she was safe at home in bed. He was relieved his father had lost that worried look. Matthew was whistling when he had left the stalls. And he was thrilled to be going to see his grandmother.
As he walked out of the Malvern, without a backward glance, he hurried along the road, wanting to get there as fast as possible. His grandmother, Esther Marie Falconer, was the most important and influential person in his life. As he was in hers. That he knew to be an absolute certainty, because she had told him so. Although she was careful, discreet, not wanting to hurt his siblings.
James loved his parents, emulated some of his father's mannerisms and way of dressing; he loved his sister, Rossi, now twelve, and his little brother, Eddie, who had just had his ninth birthday. And then there was his wonderful grandfather, who kept an eye on them all. Philip Henry Rosewood Falconer had taught him a lot, especially about geography and the rest of the world. He had even given him a globe on a stand, which James treasured.
Nonetheless, his grandmother was at the top of his list. She was his guiding light; she had taught him to read and write by the time he was four. When he had gone to the kindergarten in Rochester at that age, his first teacher had been truly impressed by his ability and his intelligence.
James realized, as he headed down the road leaving Camden behind, that it was as busy a morning as usual. There were crowds of men hurrying up to the Malvern, who were obviously stall holders, and women, too, who looked as if they were customers out for a bargain.
Mornings and evenings were generally hectic during the week, the streets filled with men and women going to their workplace, and then returning home at the end of the day.
Some of the men waved to him, and he waved back, smiling hugely. These were the stall holders who had their setups near theirs. James had a genial nature and a ready smile. He liked people and made friends easily. In turn, they were attracted to him because of his charismatic personality and handsome appearance.
Esther Falconer lived near Regent's Park, and it was not too far away. James knew he would soon be there, once he had crossed Chalk Farm Road. He was headed in the direction of Marylebone.
He liked Marylebone and knew a lot about the area. His grandmother had told him that the region had been planned and developed by the great Regency architect John Nash around 1818, and that his overall architectural scheme had included Regent Street, Regent's Park, and the beautiful terraces and streets of elegant townhouses close to the park.
Philip and Esther Falconer lived in one of those formally designed John Nash townhouses facing Regent's Park. But it did not belong to them. The Falconers worked for the Honorable Arthur Blane Montague and his wife, Lady Agatha Denby Montague, daughter of Lord Percival Denby, the Sixth Earl of Melton.
Esther was born in the Yorkshire village of Melton, which was not very far from the great northern seaport of Hull. At twelve, Esther was pretty, clever, and ambitious, and through her mother's connection to the aunt of Lady Agatha, she was given a job at Melton Priory.
Esther was trained to be a lady's maid, specifically to look after Lady Agatha, the earl's youngest daughter, who was then sixteen. At seventeen she came out as a debutante and had her first Season in London, and was presented at court.
Esther had been with Lady Agatha ever since. Forty-four years, to be precise. Over the years she had risen in the ranks; now she was the head housekeeper at Lady Agatha's current residences in London and Kent, and proud of her position.
Philip Falconer, a Kentish man, had also gone into service. He had started out as a junior footman at sixteen in the employment of the Honorable Arthur Blane Montague at the latter's country manor, Fountains Court in Kent. He had also worked at the Regent's Park house, which Mr. Montague had purchased several years before his marriage to Lady Agatha.
Esther and Philip had met at this beautiful Nash house in London, where they had soon fallen in love. They were married from the house and had lived there ever since. Their employers valued them far too much to let them go. Lady Agatha had transformed a set of rooms at the back of the house into a flat for Philip and Esther. It was still their main home, although they had the same kind of quarters at Fountains Court in Kent, where their three sons had been born and brought up.
* * *
Esther was crossing the opulent entrance hall when she stopped abruptly. Somebody outside was repeatedly banging the brass door knocker so hard it sounded like thunder.
Rushing across the marble floor, she opened the front door to find herself eyeball-to-eyeball with her favorite grandchild.
Momentarily taken aback though she was, she instantly smiled, reached out, and drew him into the house. Then the smile slipped when she asked swiftly, with a small frown, "Is there something wrong? Why are you here in the middle of the day, James?" "There's nothing wrong, Grans, not really. Mum's sick. Dr. Robertson says she has a heavy cold, and he gave her a bottle of medicine. He said she should go home to bed. That's where she is now. Dad sent me for some of your raspberry vinegar concoction, as he calls it. Oh, and some camphor bags."
"I understand," Esther answered, her sudden anxiety dissipating. "I'm sure the doctor's right. Unfortunately summer colds are hard to get rid of, James." Putting her arms around him, she hugged him to her. He hugged her back, then stepped away, and said, "I'm sorry if I frightened you, Grans."
"I'm all right. Your sudden arrival alarmed me, though, at least for a split second." She gazed at him, her eyes roaming over his face. It had been only ten days since she had seen him, and yet he looked more mature and was now an inch taller than she was.
Staring back at her, he asked softly, "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Esther shook her head. A faint smile crossed her face. "You've changed a bit, and you seem to be, well, more mature. You might be only fourteen, but you are growing up rapidly."
He smiled at her, and then laughed. And she was dazzled by him ... the even white teeth, the natural charm, the most stunning blue eyes, filled with sparkle and life. Women are going to fall at his feet, she thought.
Brushing incipient worry to one side, she now said, "Let's go down to my parlor and I'll tell Cook to make the raspberry vinegar concoction. She'll also make you something to eat."
Esther led James downstairs to the long corridor where her parlor was located, and Philip's office, as well as the kitchen and the wine cellars. Showing him into her room, she went to the kitchen to speak to Cook.
* * *
Left alone in the parlor, James went and sat in a chair near the window. He liked this room. It was comfortable, nice to be in, and full of light.
There was a fireplace, a sofa and chairs, and his grandmother's desk. She had once explained that it was Georgian, a very good antique piece which Lady Agatha had given her. Basically, the room was an office where Esther did her menus, her household accounts, and other paperwork, but she could also relax here between her many duties.
His grandfather's room was a few doors down the corridor. It, too, had a desk, and was full of books, mostly about wine and the vineyards of France.
Philip Falconer had become an expert on wine over the years, and Mr. Montague had allowed him to create a wonderful cellar.
The two men frequently went off to Provence to visit vineyards and purchase stock, and they enjoyed these trips to France, hunting down the best wines.(Continues…)
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Table of Contents
PART ONE: THE BARROW BOY LONDON 1884,
PART TWO: NEW HORIZONS LONDON–KENT 1887,
PART THREE: UNIQUE RELATIONSHIPS KINGSTON UPON HULL–LONDON 1888,
PART FOUR: THE ROAD TO DESTINY HULL–LONDON 1888,
PART FIVE: THE WAY IT IS LONDON–PARIS 1888–1889,
BOOKS BY BARBARA TAYLOR BRADFORD,
ABOUT THE AUTHOR,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Will look forward to see where Barbara goes in the development of these new characters. Victorian England was an interesting time which leaves a rich backdrop of history.
I'm not much for books with a Victorian flare to it but this one, captured my attention in a way that others didn't. You have these two families with totally different backgrounds that come together in a way that will leave you wanting more. First off, James Falconer has this dream of becoming a merchant king but over the course of his life, he has to overcome difficulties in his path to his dream. Then you have this woman named Alexis who is totally independent, rich and doesn't want to get married to those who love her. It's only when fate brings both James & Alexis together that we are left for what might be a romance brewing in the next book in this series. The book was well written but for myself, I felt that there was too many characters in it for me to fully love this story and where it might be headed to in the future. That ending though completely took me by surprise on what may happen since Alexis is totally independent but it's totally going to be worth it just reading what happens next for this soon to be couple, I hope! Thank You to Barbara Taylor Bradford for this good read that will keep me coming back for more!! I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book from Suzy Approved Book Tours!
I found this not up to the usual standard that I expect of Barbara Taylor Bradford it came across as very formal and stilted just didn't seem to flow the way her previous books The premise for the series is good and I will try further books in this series as sometimes the first in series can be stilted as the characters of the further books are built This story is the story of James Falconer a barrow boy who dreams of owning his own emporium and his interactions with various members of the aristocracy during his socal climb. The book as a bit of a MR Selfridge type feel for me
Thanks to the publisher for sending me a free copy of the book. Ok, let’s start by saying this: BTB knows how to write historical fiction you can sink your teeth into. Her storylines and characters are woven together into such gorgeous webs, you can’t help but to lose yourself in the pages. As with many series, this book serves almost as an appetizer, whetting your tongue for what’s to come in the rest of books. I’ve read some reviews that said this book would be best described as the back stories of Alexis and James, and I can agree with that. You get a lot of info on these two, and you can feel the story building, leading into the “more” that’s to come. So I’m definitely going to say you don’t want to read this as a stand-alone. It’s a great book, but it’s going to leave you wanting to continue, as any great series will do. One of my favorite aspects of this story was Alexis’ passion project: building a home for abused women. Honestly, I was very surprised by this part of the story because it felt so advanced for the time period (although I’ve done absolutely no research into whether or not my assumptions were correct, so I could just be living in a bubble), and yet it made her that much more likeable for me, more relatable. And with that, we’ve come to the part of the review where I say “I will say no more”. (You’re welcome.) If you’re looking for a new hearty historical fiction series to kick off your holiday reading, this is it. Curl up in your favorite reading space, carve out some time from your schedule, and prepare to lose yourself in Victorian England.
A very pleasant book introducing a new cast of characters. My favorites were Sebastian and Alexis. I felt the book was a little too "vanilla" and could have used more excitement . I would read the next chapter to see where the story line goes.
Barbara Taylor Bradford is amazing. She takes a time that is so far into history and brings it to life. As a fan of hers, I know that when I pick up one of her amazing books I will be taken back in time to a land that I am not familiar with, customs that are not known to me, and a way of life that I’ve only heard about in a history lesson. Her books are the best history lessons I have ever read. I can picture the horse drawn carriages, the esteemed houses lit up by gas lights, the beautiful corset style dresses, and the rest of the wonders of the era. I loved how involved James’ grandparents were in his life. They let him live while giving him the knowledge, the support, and once in a while a shove in the right direction to make his dreams come true. James’ knows what he wants to do and while he is not from a wealthy family he is taught manners and is educated to make it possible for him to reach his goal of being “Prince Merchant” for Malvern’s. I would put Master of His Fates in the categories of historical fiction, women’s fiction with the twist of romance and suspense. All of the above categories are ones that I look to when I am in need of a book to read. Barbara Taylor Bradford does an amazing job of weaving together the storylines, making them come together seamlessly, and pulling the reader in.
Great start to a series! Master of His Fate by Barbara Taylor Bradford is the first novel in a four-book series, tentatively titled The House of Falconer. This novel, set in Victorian England from 1884 to 1889 centers around two seemingly disparate characters, James Falconer and Alexis Malvern, whose stories are eventually merged in an exceedingly cunning manner. Commoner, James is a young man who begins his career working a market stall with his father, but soon establishes an ambitious plan for his future. Noble, Alexis is a young woman with a strong sense of independence, due to her active role in her father’s business. Bradford artfully switches the story from one character to the other without ever losing the reader’s attention. Romance, drama and intrigue are purposefully balanced with an outstanding cast of characters, which includes the family of both main characters. European history is masterfully interwoven into the story, including the emergence of the infamous Jack the Ripper and the rising career of the then little-known Dr. Sigmund Freud. I loved the ending, which leaves the reader with a sense of hope and appropriately sets the stage for the next book in the series. My thanks to St. Martin’s Press and NetGalley for the opportunity to read an advance copy of this book. However the opinions expressed in this review are 100% mine and mine alone.
Barbara Taylor Bradford, Author of "Master of His Fate" has written an intriguing, intense, emotional, riveting, and captivating novel. Barbara Taylor Bradford is an amazing author that vividly describes her unique characters and dramatic settings. The Genres for this novel are Historical Fiction, Fiction, Women's Fiction, with a touch of Romance and Mystery and Suspense. The timeline for this story is set in Victorian England where there is a huge diversity between the very wealthy and the very poor. The author describes her colorful cast of characters as complex and complicated possibly due to circumstances and events. This is the first in a series, and I look forward to the next book. Alexis Malvern is a beautiful and intelligent daughter next in line to inherit her father's extremely successful and lucrative business. Tragedy occurs that forces Alexis to step back, and recover. James Lionel Falconer should credit his grandparents for bring up to learn the ways of a gentleman. James has excellent manners and is educated through books in his grandparents house, where they are the head servants given much respect. As a boy, James watches and helps his father in the market stalls. When James is asked what his dream is to be he will say a "Prince Merchant". As James matures, he works his way up the ranks and is honest and hardworking. He is determined to make something of himself. When Alexis is recovering, James works at the Malvern company. James has a head for business and notices that there is something wrong with the books. There are twists and turns, danger, mystery, suspense and murder. I would recommend this book for readers who enjoy a book of substance. 3 likes
In typical Barbara Taylor Bradford fashion, this is a real gem. James Malvern is good-looking, kind, ambitious and only 17 years old. He helps his father at the stall in Malvern Market but he has bigger plans for his future. Through escapades, opportunities he never thought possible and even love, James works to accomplish that goal. This book brings us the lives of the Malvern, Falconer, Carpenter, Venables and Trevalian families. There days intertwine and interlace through pain, loss, love and success. Right up to the surprise ending. Saying more would be a spoiler. I am confident you will enjoy this novel as much as I did. It is an easy read with a variety of beautifully described settings with richly portrayed characters. It tells a story while exploring the depths of a family’s love, support and protection. I received an eBook ARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest opinion. This did not affect my opinion or the ratings of this book.
James Falconer is a very ambitious young man. Working at a stall that his father owns begins his career as a merchant. He moves up until he is working for Henry Malvern, one of the richest and most prestigious companies in London. He gains money and power as he climbs up the ladder, When he works on a project with Alexis Malvern, something grows between them. Great story of Victorian England's class divide between the rich and the poor. I loved James. He was a charming and strong character. I want to know more about him. I received this book from Net Galley and St. Martin's Press for a honest review. The opinions expressed are my own.
"Master of His Fate" begins a new historical fiction series. We begin with James Falconer as a boy- already he has big dreams. He currently helps his merchant father to sell wares at the market, and he absolutely loves what he does. He dreams of owning a big shop and stores to sell wares when he is older. With an idyllic, loving family and grandparents (seriously, Hallmark quality interactions), James is already on the right path for success. Next, we meet Alexis Malvern. Her father owns a trading business and has raised her to take over for him (breaking the mold of the time). She's intelligent, quick-witted, and independent. In fact, she is so independent that she has decided she will not marry and have to worry about her husband's potential issues. Although her father worries that his business will then never be passed through her family, he loves her so much that he supports her in all things. Alexis is starting a charity for women with abusive husbands where they can escape to get on their feet. Between these two characters, following their lives becomes intriguing. I was much more pulled into Alexis's life at the start as James and his family just didn't feel quite real. However, over time, James really grew on me. For lovers of historical fiction and Jane Austen-era/style writing, I think this will be a big hit! Be ready to be pulled into the lives of these individuals and their amazing families. Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.