Showing posts with label Mary E. Martin. Show all posts
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Monday, August 24, 2015

How I Write Guest Blogger, Mary E. Martin... Her Blog Tour Starts Tomorrow!


















How I Write
By Mary E. Martin

Every writer must develop his or her own creative process. What works for one won’t likely work for another. That is, you have to learn to juggle a thousand concerns—how to grow a plot, create a character, describe a place and write dialogue for those characters—in your own way. 

When asked about my creative process in writing novels, I usually say that I like to find some themes or questions which really interest me. Then I need great characters to explore them through exciting plots and setting. In a way that’s a bit “cart before the horse” because, for me, the themes seem to invent the characters.

   Running through The Trilogy of Remembrance are several major themes. 

What kind of universe do we live in? Is it random and meaningless as we wander through our daily happenings? Or is our universe governed by mysterious and secret forces which we do not yet understand and maybe can never understand? Or perhaps it’s something in between?

What is synchronicity—those events which we so often dismiss as happenstance or coincidence? What, if any, role does it play in our lives? We may try to ignore it but sometimes the event is so breath-taking, we can’t.

In order to explore those themes, I needed two characters—both of them artists. Alexander Wainwright is Britain’s finest landscape painter and his friend and nemesis is Rinaldo, a conceptual artist. These kinds of art and artists are polar opposites and so are their personalities and world views. With that contrast, there was plenty of conflict and friction to drive the plots. 

Why did I choose artists? Why not two accountants? The very act of making art is an attempt to find or make meaning in the world. And so who might be better than two radically different men, different in their art, world views and personality? Wouldn’t they come up with completely different answers?

The master of light, Alexander Wainwright, paints stunningly beautiful landscapes which emanate a numinous light. Those who love his work say that he creates a sense of what lies underneath or behind this phenomenal world—the beyond. Alexander has entered his painting The Hay Wagon into a very major competition—the Turner Prize.

Rinaldo is a leading edge conceptual artist. His entry is the construction of a massive ditch which runs from one end of the gallery foyer to the other. On each side of the ditch are thrown implements of war and bloodied clothing. For the conceptual artist it is the idea that counts. They are completely different kinds of artists.

Other questions naturally arose in writing the novels such as what is the source of creativity within us and how do we work with it? As human beings, we ask ourselves how we figure out the best way to live our lives. That may depend on what kind of world we think we live in—random or secretly ordered. Lots of other questions arose as I wrote. How can the very best and worst of human nature thrive together in one man’s breast? Can a love be so strong that it transcends life and death? One question leads to another. It’s not so much the answers that count but the next questions which arise.

Once I have settled on a few themes, I set out to let it happen. By that I mean I don’t consciously make a plot plan. The characters just seem to lead me and I follow and write down what is happening. If you have enough conflict already built in [such as the extreme differences between Alex and Rinaldo] then potential conflict is easy to find. Another way of saying it—I make it up as I go along!

In posing these kinds of questions, I don’t try to build a case for or against one position or another. Again, I see my role as posing the BIG questions to the characters. And with those kind of questions there can be no conclusive answers and that’s the fun of it. No one can ever really know or prove anything. But I do let the character work to find answers which suits him of her.

Every writer must develop his or her own creative process. What works for one won’t likely work for another. That is, you have to learn to juggle a thousand concerns—how to grow a plot, create a character, describe a place and write dialogue for those characters—in your own way.

When asked about my creative process in writing novels, I usually say that I like to find some themes or questions which really interest me. Then I need great characters to explore them through exciting plots and setting. In a way that’s a bit “cart before the horse” because, for me, the themes seem to invent the characters.

Running through The Trilogy of Remembrance are several major themes.

In these three novels, there’s lots of travelling from London where Alex lives, to Paris, Venice, St. Petersburg and New York City. I also like to have Alex meet various people on his journeys. Although Alex would tell you his inspiration comes from his muse, I know he learns much from these travels and the people he meets. Some quality of mind or spirit within him causes these people to tell him their stories and contemplate their own lives—in fact, existence itself. In his presence, people experience a sense of wisdom but it is very much a two way street. Alex gains as much as they do and he comes away enriched by a profound respect for and love of the human spirit. Alex calls it searching for his light. I call it exploring humanity.

That’s a rough outline about how I go about writing a novel. It works for me, but don’t forget—everybody has to find his or her own way.

~~~



Saturday, January 24, 2015

Night Crossing by Mary E. Martin Shares Suspenseful, Surprising Ending to Excellent Trilogy

Later, on the train, he brought his
drawings of her to her cabin and
made a curious confession. She was
his muse. Although greatly flattered,
she was unsure just what such a
relationship entailed. Was it love or
something more complicated?
~~~
 Putting my umbrella up, I plodded on my way. Actually, I was pleased with the direction of my thoughts--and myself. I am not usually given to philosophic pondering and this, for me, was quite a dissertation.
You can't expect an
artist like Alex to limit
his talent to one source
of inspiration.
But it hurt...
!!!
I began thinking more about Alex and Daphne. When they first met on his trip to Venice, Alex was enchanted. His muse--he called her! After meeting her, he produced that stunningly evocative painting, The River of Remembrance, in which he painted twelve human figures resplendent in his numinous light. Each one of them represented a person he had met on his travels--including Daphne,  who was at the very centre of the composition. On his canvas, Alex was creating the human being as a portal for his divine light. Just think how difficult that might be! Human being? Divine light? Now wonder he had trouble...

Walking freed her mind, which wandered back to her first meeting with Alex on the Orient Express. By chance he had been seated at her breakfast table. His gaze upon her had been so intense that she had resented the intrusion. But his eyes reflected a rare kindness and attentiveness. A peculiar restlessness stirred within and she became attentive...
But now, she was afraid she had been supplanted by another. No longer was she an inspiration to him--or so it seemed. In his studio, Alex showed her beautiful drawings of a willowy, young woman lifeless like a store mannequin wearing a stupid floral hat! His eye was cool, critical and professional in assessing his own work. Never once did he express any emotion about the woman--this new muse. And he seemed oblivious to the pain he was causing her, the rejected muse. At first, she felt jealous fury boiling up inside, but then felt foolish. She tried to reason...
Memories came flooding back. Days later, when they made love in Venice she realized that his art was his true mistress. He had already made love to her with his drawings made in his cabin after dinner. Could such a man ever lie--flesh and blood--beside her as her lover? She had no answer and suspected neither did he. After that, they parted for a time...
~~~


Night Crossing
Third in Trilogy of Remembrance

By Mary E. Martin


After two such intriguing books, The Drawing Lesson and The Fate of Pryde, (Click over for my reviews if you haven't read), I was almost prepared for what happens in the final book.What I didn't expect, however, was that the last book brought the total Trilogy into such an illuminating and, yes, I have to say, inspirational conclusion.

While readers met Rinaldo, a jealous artist and Pryde, a deceiving patron of the arts in the first two novels, the third brings, you might say, the fate of Wainwright into his own special light...

And it all comes about by a fantastic set of characters Alex was fated to meet...

Do you believe in fate--or. what I call God Incidents? Could this story have ever been true in this world? I don't know, but I like to think so.... The key thing is that, for Alex, he had always been looking for, and open to his light. I've had moments of being open to it...but never really chose to constantly be aware--to search for it... Perhaps there is still time for all of us...


"What on earth's wrong?" I asked.
Alex groaned. "Good God! There's a message
from Daphne. She was coming  to my studio to
go out for dinner." Again he slapped his fore-
head, a gesture becoming all too frequent.
"And I completely forgot! What an idiot I am!"
Rapidly he called her number. No answer.
He left his message. "Daphne! Forgive me! I'm
so stupid. I'm at Jamie's looking at a fantastic
painting...no...no that doesn't matter. I should
have remembered. Please call me back and I'll
meet you wherever you are right now..."
He shook his head and spoke sadly, "It's
not the first time, Jamie...She deserves someone
much better than me...I get so wrapped up
in this world of mine that I forget the most
important people..."
~~~
Alex and Daphne had become close but two things happened that caused confusion, for both of them...

Alex had been so excited about heading out on one of his adventures and wanted to include Daphne--taking her to Paris with him... But, as always, Alex had not been able to gets his words right with her... He had talked of their going to Paris, of togetherness, only to then announce it was a business trip. Daphne was crushed for she had been hoping for exactly what Alex had presented at first--a romantic trip and perhaps more...

Daphne withdrew and later left the message she had to return to New York. As an aside, while she was there, her partner began telling her of his feelings--feelings she'd never known he'd had... But, she decided it was maybe time for her to consider what he was offering. 

For Alex, the adventure started, first from just watching the skies...

The jewels in the sky seemed to be forming, taking on a shape...


"Do you ever wonder, Mr. Waitwright, what's in those empty spaces?...You know, in a painting, you think there's nothing but air between a horse in a meadow and the barn but is that really true? Is it really empty?"



His art was renowned for its light. A magical sense of the beyond enthralled his viewers. Sure some marvelous secret of life must lie just on the other side of his fields and streams. With his brushstrokes, he transported viewers into the beyond where they could imagine eternity upon eternity. Quickly, he painted over the farmer who seemed angry at being awakened into existence. Satisfied with his handiwork, Alexander thought, Can the light shine through something new--not physical objects or people?
In his tiny kitchen, he put on a pot of coffee. From the corner of his eye, he caught some movement--a shadow or shifting shape dancing on the wall. As he turned toward the shadows, his mouth grew slack. His breath deepened and a blissful, innocent smile spread across his face. His legs grew weak and he staggered toward his vision as if drawn by irresistible but unknown forces.
As presented by Jung
Against the tall windows, now blackened in the night, a golden egg rose up, shimmering with beautiful gems--diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds which sparkled like the purest sunlight. Turning slowly, this marvelous object throbbed with life as if it contained all the energy in the world. His lips parted and he spoke three words--"the cosmic egg."
It was perhaps three feet in height and, at its widest point, two feet in breadth. It rotated majestically several times and then drifted upward toward the ceiling. Although stunning, it was as insubstantial as a rainbow and began to dissipate before his eyes.
Awe struck, he stood motionless. The cosmic egg was the seed heralding new creation. Everything necessary was at hand and contained within that egg. For eons, it had tantalized humankind with the secret mystery of creation, life and death and the promise of immortality...

!!!


 
Of course, Alex immediately began to sketch the egg that had appeared in his vision... But not too long after, Jamie called about something he'd found in Pryde's files. Alex was astounded and then greatly excited to see that it was a picture of exactly what he'd seen as The Cosmic Egg. If somebody else had seen it, Alex just had to meet him... You know, if I had been Alex in such an exciting situation, I, too, would have forgotten about a dinner date... You can see where my sympathies lie...


Another jolt caused the old
woman to topple directly
onto the seat across from
Alex. He hoped it was not her
place...His first impression
was that she was ever so
slightly unkempt. A hem lung
down and a coat button was
loose. Under her arm, she
clutched a ragged, rolled up
newspaper leading him to
speculate that she was a
reader of the more
sensational tabloids. He
opened his own newspaper and
tried to concentrate.
"Sir?"
~~~
The first  encounter with fate was when he received a confirmation for a ferry trip in his name...which he had not scheduled... At this point, I have to stop and say that the steps which followed had me totally enthralled. I'm still not sure whether somebody was actually behind things, but it was very clear that there was a guiding force...

For the next thing that happened was that he met a woman on the train as he began his planned trip to Paris... Or, I should say, two women and one child. The mother and child he had helped when the child had hidden and was lost in a place where there were bats! The second was an older woman who sat down opposite Alex's seat on the train.

By now readers know that, instead of ignoring the woman, Alex kindly responded to Miss Trump's overtures. What he didn't realize, though, that he would soon be so engrossed in her story, that she soon presented him with strong feelings for her...
The young woman provided entertainment on the ferry and had done a Tarot read for the old woman, while Alex had asked, instead, for a song and listened to her wonderful voice singing Barbara Alan...


A huge, rogue wave roared up like an angry
tongue lashing the ferry broadside. For long
moments, the vessel seemed suspended in a
silent mid-air space, threatening to capsize.
A deathly groaning and an eerie whistling
came and they were flung downward. Water
rushed onto the deck nearly sweeping the
tables and chairs overboard. But then the
ferry heaved upward finally righting itself...
~~~
That was when the four of them all found themselves on the same ferry and in neighboring cabins... At least until the storm! The location was on a low deck. Alex quickly took action to save them, first carrying the young child to the top and handing him over to be placed in the lifeboat.

Going back down under protest, he first tried to save Miss Trump, but the woman refused,
indicating that Alex should save the mother so that her child would not become motherless...

Miss Trump was the only casualty...but her death set up the main story that will thrill and delight readers. One that is both memorable and heartwarming...one surely designed just as it should be by fate...???

I loved this one and added it to my new list of personal favorites for 2015! Do check out this Trilogy of Remembrance. It will surely stir your own memories, your inner life's thoughts, and provide inspiration to see and acknowledge what fate might have in store for you... Highly recommended. Mary E. Martin has presented a brilliant trilogy which could not have been anticipated by blurbs, front covers... Readers must experience it! Kudos For an Incomparable Conclusion!


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Mary E. Martin is the author of two award-winning trilogies: The Osgood Trilogy and The Trilogy of Remembrance. She grew up in Toronto, Canada, where she lives with her husband. They have three children and two grandchildren.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Fate of Pryde, Second in Extraordinary Psychological Suspense Trilogy by Mary E. Martin!

"Good Evening Mr. Helmsworth. Mr. Pryde would very much like to be introduced to Mr. Wainwright."
I nodded enthusiastically and hunted Alex down...

(Jamie Helmsworth is Alexander Wainwright's associate and narrator of the stories)
"Alex?" I tugged on his sleeve. "Jonathan Pryde is here and wants to speak with you."
 Alex accompanied me to the foyer. Jonathan stepped forward flanked by Fizzy and another man."
Mr. Pryde," I began rather formally. "I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Alexander Wainwright.
Alex took Pryde's hand. "Thank you for coming this evening. I understand we have business to discuss.."
Pryde smiled warmly. "It's a very great honor sir. I have admired your work for many years particularly for its visionary quality...."
"May I ask you a question, Mr. Wainwright?"
"Of course..."
Painting Selected by BRH
"The River of Remembrance is your first painting in which the human figure is the focus. How on earth did you paint such numinous figures in such a dramatic landscape?"
At first, Alexander was at a loss for words. Jonathan had touched upon the problem that had bedeviled Alex for much of his career. Why can't I paint the human figure in my landscapes with the same light emanating from within? His painting on the next wall, The Hay Wagon, had stunned the art world with the sheer beauty of its light, which promised other worlds to behold. This light came from within the landscape itself--comprised of a broken-down hay wagon in front of a dilapidated barn, behind which an old horse limped about. Then, just last year, he began to paint ugly, misshapen creatures on a beautiful landscape. The trolls, he called them. Until The River of Remembrance, Alex had been unable to create the same glorious light emanating from the human figure and for this, he suffered greatly.
Alex had not replied. Pryde looked closely at him. "Forgive me if my question is impertinent, but I sense there's been a major change in the painter of those two works of art...

Alexander paused on the top step of the National Gallery. He loved the sweep below him of Trafalgar Square with the fountains and mermaid lit up and with Nelson's Column rising ever upward into the night sky. Although he had lived most of his life in London, the city remained forever magical to him. He breated in deeply and tried to remember every detail his eye perceived from the church portico of St. Martin's in the Field far to the left and Canada House to the right.
Beyond--underneath or behind--each detail pulsed a vibrant energy, which assured him he was a part of a wonderful creation. That lovely sense was so often lost in the din of daily life, but sometimes, when he least expected it, it was there filling him with sublime joy. When he saw the world this way he knew his muse was not far off...
~~~

The Fate of Pryde:
The Second in the Trilogy of Remembrance

By Mary E. Martin

It was a routine introduction of an artist with a possible patron that begins this novel, but what Martin presents to readers is so well hidden... Reading along of normal actions within the art world may seem boring for some, tedious to others...But what that means is that you are missing the sense of mystery, the touch of the mystic and even sometimes the paranormal that surrounds this amazing merge of a fight between good and evil that will not only keep you in suspense until nearly the end but will have readers totally on edge wondering--What in the world is going on...


While the first novel certainly introduces readers to the artists' world, the main characters and a sense of how the main character, Alex Wainwright, lives--somewhat in a cocoon of aloneness where he interacts with none, other than his muse--sometimes to the detriment of some of his personal relationships. The Fate of Pryde is much darker, devious. Think Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde, except that Jonathan Pride is fully aware of his actions, spending his life trying to accept and justify his two faces...

Throughout the novel, readers meet individuals who speak against Pride, mainly wondering where his money is coming from and, even more, how he's choosing to spend it.  He meets Alexander, however, in his own world--art, beauty, and his own contributions and quickly wins him as an interested participant in his next, desired project...

He wants to commission Alexander Wainwright to move into the creation of stained glass windows! Something about which he knows nothing and has never even thought of as a medium...
Alex was intrigued enough to consider the project, even to the extent of exploring how the craft was done and what materials he personally would need to use. I was intrigued, more, with why an award-winning artist would take a challenge to start anew in an entirely alien medium...

At about the same time period in the novel, Peter, Alex's friend, is involved with trying to adjust to his mother's loss of her husband and moving into a personal care facility. Alex, on the other hand, was invited to Pryde's home where he discovered that his home had also become somewhat of a personal care facility. Except that the individuals were all brilliant individuals who had been invited to Pryde's home...and wound up staying... They stayed years, still claiming they were free to leave at any time. Fortunately, Alex's own strength immediately put him on alert as he meets with other "guests" and recognizes their former fame in their professional fields...

Except readers discover that both of these facilities have a fourth floor...in which many are imprisoned.  A strange comparison between Peter's and Alex's responses may make readers sit up and take notice, especially if you have family members in this type of retirement home...

Alex accepts the commission for the windows and one by one he has visions of what he would create for the windows... One of the issues that readers will be taunted by is the whole matter of whether or not people have had visions... What role this has in questions which arise from the title of the novel is ever present as we read, but even at the end we are left wondering... Alex had had visions before, which normally led to something inspirational in his work... But was that the same for all the people who were now living in Pryde's home?

This second novel is so complex, you will need to be alert to any nuance, no matter how small an issue it might be...Clues are hung tantalizing, caught only if the reader has fully engaged and entered into the novel. If you don't you will miss a brilliantly plotted story menacingly dark--but in the midst of the natural light that comes from the main character, Wainwright, a man who seems almost like an anti-hero but shares his light through not only his artistic endeavors, but in his dignity, grace and personality.

Enter into this fantastic novel openly willing to allow it to possess you, to watch a world that contradicts anything you may believe is real...only to face our own reality at book's end...


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MARY E. MARTIN graduated in Honours History at the University of Toronto and in law at Queens University, Kingston. She practised law for thirty years in Toronto. She and her husband live in Toronto and have three adult children, one grandson and one granddaughter.

Note: This author has a high presence across the Internet and provides pics of characters, etc...Do check to find her wherever you may visit! She's bound to be there sharing!


Monday, October 13, 2014

Mary E. Martin Presents Startling, Dramatic Mystery, The Drawing Lesson...


When I saw the cover of this book on Wattpad, I immediately was drawn into the scene. Don't you love book covers that attract you enough to demand to know more!?! I immediately left a comment to ask whether the book was completed... And, as internet interactions sometimes go, it was much later that I finally connected with the author! You're right I don't often go out seeking to know about a book, but with all the trouble I've been having with computer "stuff," I just went out and bought it, only to start reading it at the same time I was finishing The Figures of Beauty, another novel taking me into the life of an artist...

There is little comparison in relation to the stories, but there is that demonstration of passion that you can not miss when you find it, whether by the author who writes the story, or by the artist about whom the story is written.

Martin does not really get into the true mystery of the book until the second half of the story. Still the early story in intriguing as you sink into the deep emotions revealed...

First, I should point out this is a trilogy, with this being the debut novel... I'm providing both the book trailer and a short author interview at this point mainly because of the pictures of the main character and his work, as well as, of course, a general overview...


I was losing any semblance of composure. “Pretty scenes? Good God, Alex, look at them. You’ve captured something no one else ever has in landscape.” 
“And what might that be?” 
I stared at him and then at the four or five canvases arranged around the room. I remembered what the docent at the Tate had said. Numinosity did shine through. She was right! In that moment, I had a tiny glimpse of what lay beyond or behind the phenomenal world. Until that moment, I had not really experienced that quality in his work. Somehow, Alex had captured the essence of the world. Was I too caught up in the details of the business—the mounting of shows, the advertising and caterers—to see how truly wonderful his work was? With a broad grin, I embraced my friend. Then holding him at arm’s length, I said, “Alex, God is in your work, just as the docent said.” 
My friend simply shrugged. “Yes, but the light has gone out, Jamie.” 
“What on earth do you mean?”
 “My muse has gone … left me in the lurch.”
“But that happens with all artists,” I began. “Inspiration always returns. Listen! Let me choose the paintings for the show. I’ll have them crated up this afternoon. All you need to do is show up on Saturday night.” 
Alex seemed to hesitate, but then he said softly, “All right. Do that for me, dear boy.” He turned and smiled bravely. “I must do my best to find her again.” 
As if dealing with the loss of a child’s imaginary friend, I said cheerfully, “I know you will find her soon. Muses always return.” 
But the sadness in his expression touched me, and I realized my glibness. “Oh dear! Alex, do you mean the mother of this child you mentioned?” 
He nodded sorrowfully. “I used to call her Maggie. I think she’s probably dead.”
~~

But this author is a woman after my own heart, she has also provided, through her blog, a short introduction, including the interesting pic of the narrator of the story, James Helmsworth.  He promptly tells about meeting Britain's Finest Landscape Painter and immediately shares one of his early paintings...


Notice the light showing...it is this feature which began his career...
More of this prequel can be found on the author's site...



“Jamie, about the retrospective of my work …” 
I sat down across from him. “Yes?”
“I can’t do it.” 
“What on earth do you mean?” 
He reached across the desk and touched my sleeve. His eyes gleamed intently. “I’m afraid I’m losing my vision!” 
Because I have heard many artists speak of their vision, I assumed that Alex was referring to his source of inspiration. I was astounded when he described his plight. “Just yesterday, I was walking along the Embankment to my studio and clouds seemed to roll in along the periphery of my vision until everything was almost entirely black. Of course, I was frightened, so I sat down on a bench a waited for it to pass, which it did within about five minutes.” 
“Has it happened again?” He shook his head. “But it did several weeks ago.”
~~~

I was intrigued with the inclusion of issues with Wainwright's vision because I never quite was sure whether it was a psychological symptom of what Alex was going through... Perhaps the author will have to explain it to me... But I found I kept dwelling on whether his insecurity of losing his eyesight and how traumatic that would be for an artist was what led to what happened... Of course, that was around the same time that he'd heard of the daughter of a former student...and a woman he came to love very much...and  his muse... Was it his child? He knew that during his time with Maggie, it had been the best period in his drawing...

Because Wainwright certainly went through a period of turmoil that only served to entice readers to discover what was happening. At a showing, another short-listed conceptual artist, Rinaldo, began to criticize that Alex's work was outdated.  That was the first moment of doubt for Wainwright, sown by an enemy that he never really recognized...

The major event, however, was just after it was announced that he'd won the prestigious award... for his painting, The Hay Wagon. I picked an illustrative painting by Sharon Hodges...because Wainwright's picture was painted over by this man! Rinaldo had entered the contest also. He proclaimed that Wainwright was old-fashioned, painting what no longer existed in the world... Rinaldo did not use canvases for his work...

But for some reason, known only to Alex, he followed Rinaldo out of that event and went on to establish some semblance of a relationship... It was not very long that Alex changed his work...
From the man who had been named the finest landscape artist in Britain, additions were added now...under a bush, beside a tree...wherever they might be somewhat hidden... ugly little trolls!

The influence of a muse is explored quite often. Having lost Maggie, Alex had both served as a muse and found one in characters Peter and Daphne. The intimacy and intellectual stimulation of such an individual had never been more clearly illustrated for me than in this novel... It seems to be much more than what we call a mentor, but can or cannot involve a sexual connection. With Maggie he had also fallen in love... His relationship with Peter and Daphne are significantly different... These interactions make for a hidden depth to the role Alex had previously played and what was happening to him at this point.

The intense drama soon begins as Alex's friends are reacting to the addition of trolls. The breaks with Peter and Daphne haunts him but not having a muse is the worst part... For some reason, it appears Rinaldo is fulfilling some part of that need as Alex is both repelled and enticed to interact with him more...

And then the worst happened... he had gone to an area where he could paint and stay for a short time... And he meets both an old couple who are very much in love even through a strange tragedy, and a young girl who is so enclosed within herself, that he feels a great sympathy for all of them... Alex is realizing, for  perhaps the first time in his life, that his work has separated him from others... But when he reaches out...

Readers will indeed be committed to trying to solve where this story will end. I don't think of it as the routine mystery, however. There is no crime to be solved... Except by one jealous artist of another... Jealousy is not normally a crime, thankfully, but Rinaldo is behaving more and more strangely as he tries to entice Alex to collaborate with him...

A truly mesmerizing psychological drama that, at one point, made me so fearful I didn't want to read on...  Kudos to the author! It was not the intent of the author to dwell on the actual artistic activities, but rather on the effect of that passion on the personal life of those artists. A very successful endeavor in my opinion... Highly recommended...


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MARY E. MARTIN is the award-winning author of The Osgoode Trilogy--Conduct in Question, Final Paradox and A Trial of One--about murder and fraud, love and forgiveness in the world of the law. Meet attorney Harry Jenkins.
AND
The Trilogy of Remembrance about artists and revelations in the glitter and shadows of the art world. Meet Britain's finest landscape artist, Alexander Wainwright.

The books in The Osgoode Trilogy are legal suspense novels, inspired by her many years of law practice in Toronto, Canada. The protagonist lawyer, Harry Jenkins, while unraveling murder and fraud, finds along the way, love, compassion and understanding. She writes with the sure knowledge of an insider and creates a rich tapestry of characters and fast paced plots.

Upon completion of The Osgoode Trilogy, she began The Trilogy of Remembrance and created an entirely different world--of art and artists. The Drawing Lesson, which won Honorable Mention in the New York Festival of Books, is the first novel and The Fate of Pryde is the second. Alexander Wainwright, the protagonist of the trilogy, is a painter whose magical light enchants viewers with visions of the beyond. He travels throughout the world in constant search of his muse seeking answers to the big questions. But It's the journey that counts.

In September 2014 the third in The Trilogy of Remembrance, Night Crossing, will be published. In that story, Alexander will be faced with the question: must a creative spirit choose between his art and true love.

After writing, art and photography are her greatest passions. Currently, she is exploring the world of cyberspace as a place to tell story. "Why," she asks, "should a character be confined to the pages of a novel?" Alexander Wainwright is blogging, interviewing other artists and combining the written word and visual image on the web.

This means lots of blog-sized stories are coming free to you and some are already there. The Devil of Chateau Noir

Sign up for her blog at http://maryemartintrilogies.com
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MARY E. MARTIN graduated in Honours History at the University of Toronto and in law at Queens University, Kingston. She practised law for thirty years in Toronto. She and her husband live in Toronto and have three adult children, one grandson and one granddaughter.