Read Becoming Marie Antoinette Online
Authors: Juliet Grey
Tags: #Adult, #Historical, #Young Adult, #Romance
Tremendous thanks to my agent, Irene Goodman, and to my editor, Caitlin Alexander, for seeing the story of Marie Antoinette in the same way I do and for their passion and support for my vision; to Maria Zannieri who taught me how to perform the Versailles Glide; to Christine Trent for her expertise on eighteenth-century fashion dolls, and for being a sounding board as well as an encouraging presence throughout the process of writing this novel; to all who chimed in regarding my (now moot, but nonetheless arcane) opera questions on Facebook—your enthusiasm, passion, and knowledge overwhelm me; to Elena Maria Vidal for her generosity in sharing her own wealth of expertise and research. Finally, the words “thank you” could never be nearly enough to express my love, gratitude, and appreciation to Scott, my husband and biggest fan, who thought nothing of hopping on a plane with me to visit Paris and Versailles.
I fell in love with Marie Antoinette (and with Louis Auguste) while I was researching a nonfiction project. Before I began, I knew very little about her life and had more or less imbibed the popular narrative served up by European history courses that painted Marie Antoinette as a bubbleheaded spendthrift. And when I discovered that she was
not
the flaxen blonde she is so often depicted as in novels and films (she was, in fact, a strawberry blonde
—la petite rousse
, “the little redhead,” as Madame du Barry famously insults her), a whole unexplored side of her character opened up.
The more I read about Marie Antoinette and the dauphin, the more I understood that they began their life together as a pair of quite lovable and sympathetic teenagers who were in over their heads politically—so naïve and sheltered that they were completely unaware of the social changes taking place in cities and towns all around them thanks to the writings of men such as Voltaire and Rousseau, whose ideas were being discussed in salons
across Europe. These privileged, pampered royals were both so eager to please their elders that they ended up surrounded by people who took advantage of them. Neither was stupid, but having been raised to believe in the divine right of kings, they were stubborn when it came to any ability to bend with the times. And neither Marie Antoinette nor Louis was particularly well educated—not when compared with the princes of the Renaissance, for example. In fact, because her academic education was so minimal, Marie Antoinette really did have to undergo an intellectual (as well as a physical) “makeover” before the French deemed her adequately prepared to become the dauphine.
While
Becoming Marie Antoinette
is a work of fiction, the events of the novel are entirely based on facts. Every one of the characters involved in Marie Antoinette’s makeover is the actual historical figure responsible for that aspect of her transformation. Once I discovered how extensive and exhaustive her makeover was, I became passionate about tracking down the identities of all the players. The envoys and ambassadors in the novel are the actual historical figures as well.
Most of the letters I use in the novel are based on the genuine correspondence between the parties. The empress Maria Theresa was quite a formidable figure and such a canny politician that I enjoyed letting her speak for herself; I also wanted to show how much was going on behind the scenes, unbeknownst to Marie Antoinette. She did have an inkling that she was being spied on, but she had no idea of the extent of the manipulation or that her own mother was the puppeteer—or that the very people in whom she was assured she could place her trust were in fact betraying her.
There are a few instances where I used a novelist’s license. The events surrounding the
remise
happen on the days they actually took place. There was a barrage of correspondence between
the comte de Mercy and Maria Theresa at the last minute, but I estimated the dates because I couldn’t find any factual information on when exactly the letters were sent. To keep them within the necessary two-day time frame, I envisioned chains of couriers riding hell-for-leather from Kehl to Vienna and back.
The family dinner on the night before the wedding, when Marie Antoinette first sees Madame du Barry from a distance and naïvely inquires as to her role at court, actually took place at the pretty Château de la Muette, a royal hunting lodge located on the edge of the Bois de Boulogne. But since it was the event itself that was of import and not its location, in the novel it seemed simpler to have the dinner take place at Versailles so that there was a minimal amount of shuttling the reader back and forth to locations that would not be germane to the story. Shifting the location of the dinner also gave me the opportunity to place the reader in Marie Antoinette’s shoes, enabling the comtesse de Noailles to enlighten her from the start on some of the protocol of Versailles and the reasons behind it.
Another fictional modification was making the comtesse de Provence, Marie Joséphine of Savoy, more Italian than French. Savoy, or Savoie, was a territory that changed hands several times over the centuries; and it is a fact that the comtesse and her younger sister, Marie Thérèse, the comtesse d’Artois, were notorious for mispronouncing French words, with unintentionally comical results—a detail I make use of in the final scene of the novel. More than likely, the comtesse de Provence would have grown up speaking French but with a regional accent. However, I decided it might be more fun to write her as a native Italian speaker, given some of the other elements of her personality.
One of the reasons I became so eager to tell the story of Marie Antoinette’s early years and of the first few years of her marriage was because I have never found a satisfactory explanation or rationale
for Louis’s infamous dread of physical contact with Marie Antoinette. Historians and biographers concur on Louis’s initial reaction upon seeing his new bride for the first time: He winced. And he purportedly had the same physical response time and time again upon seeing her.
Never, in any of the several biographies I read, was this reaction analyzed. Louis Auguste’s personal physician, Dr. Lassone, after first suggesting that the dauphin was merely overeating and overexercising, subsequently posited that he suffered from a medical condition, and biographers generally agree. But it was also assumed by many scholars that Louis was simply indifferent to Marie Antoinette, that he wasn’t interested in sex, that he was plodding and dull.
Gentle readers, may I submit to you that this is utter poppycock! The dauphin’s affliction will be revealed in the sequel to
Becoming Marie Antoinette
, but the more I read about him, the more I wanted simply to reach out and hug him. No wonder he couldn’t bring himself to consummate their marriage, despite being fully aware of his dynastic responsibility. Add to this the dauphin’s natural diffidence, his nearsightedness, his podginess, and an adolescent’s gawkiness.… Despite his entitlement and birthright, I envision him as all too human, and very much a figure deserving of sympathy.
And of course I find Marie Antoinette to be tremendously sympathetic, as well as far more complex than she is often given credit for being. Marie Antoinette was only fourteen years old when she arrived at Versailles, expected to bear an heir to the Bourbon throne sooner rather than later, and not merely to seamlessly fit in at a foreign court with famously rigid and arcane etiquette but to dominate its social sphere. She was desperate to please but was sent mixed messages by her mother. Marie Antoinette admitted that the empress filled her with awe; she feared
her more than she loved her. Unfortunately, two of Marie Antoinette’s major missteps at court were the result of trying to please her mother by slavishly following her advice.
William Werner, my favorite high school English teacher, used to say, “I can never read
Hamlet
without hoping he doesn’t die in the end.” As I wrote
Becoming Marie Antoinette
, especially the final scene, in which she and Louis, still only teenagers, are now the sovereigns of France, their hearts filled as much with joy and hope as with trepidation, I wanted so desperately to believe in as bright a future as they did driving along the road toward the Château de Choisy, enjoying the adulation of their subjects who cheered for “
Louis le Désiré.
” The irony of their eventual fate filled me with sadness.
I hope you enjoyed
Becoming Marie Antoinette
, and that it piques your desire to continue her story. The second part of her dramatic life will be told in
Days of Splendor, Days of Sorrow
, to be published in summer 2012, followed by the third novel in the Marie Antoinette trilogy in 2013.