Read Ebook {PDF EPUB} Because I Loved Him The Life and Loves of Lillie Langtry by Noel B. Gerson Lillie Langtry Noel B Gerson. Lillie Langtry: A Biography of her Life and Loves (Paperback) Noel B Gerson. Published by Sapere Books, United States, 2021. New - Softcover Condition: New. Paperback. Condition: New. Language: English. Brand new Book. Politicians, poets, artists, princes; Lillie Langtry was adored by all. This biography explores the life of a remarkable woman who enthralled Victorian Britain and Gilded Age America. Before Kim Kardashian, Jackie Kennedy and Zsa Zsa Gabor there was Lillie Langtry. Born on the remote island of Jersey in the English Channel, Lillie moved to London at the age of twenty with her new husband, the Irish landowner, Edward Langtry, in 1876 and took society by storm. Social, political and artistic giants from Oscar Wilde to William Gladstone were enraptured by her charm and beauty. Theodore Roosevelt said of her "That woman is a real marvel. And she's so pretty she takes away a man's breath." While Walt Whitman noted "There shines in Lillie Langtry a purity of spirit. Therein lies the essence of human poetry." Yet it was Edward, Prince of Wales and future King of England, who truly became infatuated with Lillie and soon she became his mistress. Over the course of the next few decades she travelled between America and Britain, as she transformed from socialite to actress, captivating newspaper readers with details of her turbulent love life. Noel B. Gerson uncovers the twists and turns of the most famous, some would say infamous, woman of her age as she mesmerized society on both sides of the Atlantic. "a heady, aromatic success story" Kirkus Reviews. Lillie Langtry A Biography of her Life and Loves. Noel B Gerson. Published by Sapere Books, 2021. New - Softcover Condition: New. PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000. Lillie Langtry. Gerson, Noel B. Published by Robert Hale Ltd, 1972. Used - Hardcover Condition: Good. Hardcover. Condition: Good. All orders are dispatched the following working day from our UK warehouse. Established in 2004, we have over 500,000 books in stock. No quibble refund if not completely satisfied. Noel B. Gerson. The main themes of Noel B.s writing included personalities and events in American history. Among the subjects of his biographies were Sam Houston, Kit Carson and Presidents Andrew Jackson and Theodore Roosevelt. As Dana Fuller Ross, he wrote the popular ''Wagons West'' series; as Donald Clayton Porter, he wrote the ''White Indian'' series. Two of his novels, ''55 Days at Peking'' and ''The Naked Maja,'' were made into movies. Noel B. who wrote 325 books of fact and fiction under his own name and several pseudonyms, died at the age of 75 in 1988. Book List in Order: 35 titles. Rock of Freedom. An enthralling tale of the men and women who left Europe four hundred years ago to found the Plymouth Colony. Perfect for readers of Allan W. Eckert, Paul C.R. Monk and fans of the television series Jamestown.They have escaped persecution, now they m. The Conqueror's Wife. The story of William the Conqueror and his wife Matilda, the first queen of England. When beautiful and brilliant Lady Matilda, daughter of the wealthiest man in Christendom, marries William the Bastard Duke of Normandy, the repercussions of this str. The Cumberland Rifles. HE SWORE ALLEGIANCE TO CONQUEST… Born to the sword and bred to violence, he had hacked his swashbuckling way through a dozen European wars with gold as his only ally…a fighter no man could match, a lover no woman could resist… This was Ja. The Forest Lord. Josiah Burney, gentleman and rogue, jumps ship to escape serving in the English navy, and finds himself in the still uncivilized American colonies. Realizing he has been cheated out of an earldom, Josiah begins his search for those who can restore wh. Savage Gentleman. On a mission to gain Indian support for the English cause, Jeff Wyatt is captured by the dreaded Seneca tribe. Jeff quickly learns Indian ways, and through his cunning and courage his status gradually changed from slave to warrior. But Jeff does n. Shelley's mistress, wife and widow. A publisher's blurb calls this “a story of love and genius.” Her love, his genius. Noel Gerson, whose previous books include “Because I Loved Him,” the life of Lillie Langtry, and under a pseudonym, “The Divine Mistress” (Voltaire's), appears to be mining a rather worn‐out lode. That's a crying shame, because Gerson writes a well‐paced script with a good, clean sentence. With a cast of characters like Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron, Trelawny, Leigh Hunt and Frankenstein, Mary Shelley and the reader deserve substance. The rudiments of this oldfashioned romance are fairly well known. Born in the death of Mary Wollsronecraft, Mary Godwin was an Intellectual Princess. Under the tutelage of her father, William Godwin, pre‐eminent rational philosopher of his day, young Mary was early trained to literary pursuits and her head swam in the company and conversation of her father's set of devoted disciples. Brightest of the lot was an intense young aristocrat, the poet Shelley. He and Mary secretly eloped when she was 17. Shelley was already married, and his wife was pregnant with their second child, but the 23‐year‐old poet and his earnest young companion were passionately determined to defy convention in favor of exalted love. Oddly, the pair were hardly ever alone. In order to help calm the tongues of gossipmongers by providing some sort of chaperonage, they took Claire Clairmont, Mary's stepsister, along on their illicit honeymoon. It was Mary & Shelley & Claire who tramped through the Alps; and Mary & Shelley & Claire & Byron who vacationed near Geneva and told ghost stories into the night until one or another of them would run shrieking from the house in terror. Out of such fun and games, which Mary Shelley would remember as the happiest days of her life, came her dark novel, her nightmare vision, “Frankenstein,” the tale of a student of chemistry who created a nameless Monster out of the reanimated flesh of a human corpse. Hideous, unloved and miserable, the Monster lives to torment his sorry creator, and learns to kill. The author of “Frankenstein” was not yet 20, and she was the mother of a newborn babe. In their brief eight years together, Mary and Shelley found little peace. Short takes: three babies dead and a miscarriage; Ugly Duckling Fanny Imlay, Mary's half‐sister, discovered dead in a Bristol hotel room, a bottle of laudanum in her hand; Harriet Westbrook Shelley, deserted wife, found pregnant and floating lifeless in the Serpentine; little Allegra, daughter of Claire and Byron, dead of fever in an Italian convent. And the final tragedy at Spezia, the foolish boat trip from Leghorn with Edward Williams, the bodies washed ashore at Viareggio, Trelawny snatching the heart of Shelley from the funeral pyre. Noel Gerson seems determined that nothing mar his varnished portrait of a goldenhaired stripling who matured through crisis into a devoted wife and mother, who gave her all to her husband's carreer and hypochondria and managed her own writing with one free hand, as a breakfast cook turns flapjacks. I must allow that Mary Shelley did her best to perpetuate that image. For 30 years she played the Widow Shelley to the hilt, assuming a mantle of bourgeois propriety, shepherding her one surviving son, Percy Florence, to his Lordship, and shrewdly supervising the various posthumous editions of herhusband's works. But the pardox of the woman is what fascinates: the lone woman writer in a set of the very best men is not a position without grave conflict. There were those who tried to take the authorship of “Frankenstein” away from her. (It was published at first anonymously; in short time it became the most popular novel of its day, and remained so for three decades.) In their lifetime, Mary's popular and financial success far outstripped Shelley's, and yet, “I wish you would strike your pen into some more genial subject,” Leigh Hunt had seen fit to advise her, “and bring up fountain of gentle tears for us.” Lord Byron's interest in any woman stopped short of her mind, and Mary was excluded — she bravely insisted by choice—from the giddy revelries of the Pisan circle. She ate her dinner with Byron's current mistress while the men disported and spoke of Life and Literature. Even those precious walks with her husband, and the reading aloud, were curtailed. After “Frankenstein,” which Shelley encouraged and wrote the preface for, Mary increasingly left her own work untended to do research and editing for her husband. History has determined this a wise choice, but at what price to the writer in her? During Mary's 55‐year life span she published five more novels and a clutch of stories, essays, travel books and biographical sketches. This is no meagre output, and yet we can search her Journals in vain for any discussion of the craft of writing, or what it meant to her. Instead we get apostrophes to Shelley. Her failure to openly endorse the feminism of her mother is a vexing problem. Frances Wright had asked for a public statement. Mary Shelley demurred, writing enigmatically in her Journal, “. with regard to the good cause . I am not a person of opinions.” More revealingly, she wrote to Trelawny, “Ten years ago . I was apt to get tousy‐mousy for women.” No longer “tousy‐mousy,” she had grown suspicious, even bitter, and in the end she rejected common cause with her sex.