Mrs Whistler. Matthew Plampin
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Название: Mrs Whistler

Автор: Matthew Plampin

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Историческая литература

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isbn: 9780008163631

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       Copyright

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it, while at times based on historical figures, are the work of the author’s imagination.

      The Borough Press

      An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers

      1 London Bridge Street

      London SE1 9GF

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018

      Copyright © Matthew Plampin 2018

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

      Matthew Plampin asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

      Cover design by Dominic Forbes © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

      Cover illustrations © Whistler Butterfly, c.1890 (pencil on paper), Whistler, James Abbot McNeil (1834-1903) / Freer Gallery of Art, Smithsonian Institution, USA / Gift of Charles Lang Freer / Bridgeman Images (Whistler’s signature); Shutterstock.com (peacock).

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      Source ISBN: 9780008163648

      Ebook Edition © May 2018 ISBN: 9780008163631

      Version: 2018-12-28

       Praise for Mrs Whistler

      ‘Mrs Whistler is a beguiling glimpse of a fascinating world … This novel is a delight’

       The Times

      ‘A terrific novel … It springs off the page, bristling with life. A vivid and absorbing portrait of bohemian London and the love affair between Whistler and his long-suffering but spirited muse’

      Deborah Moggach

      ‘Vividly engaging … a novel that conjures up the Victorian art world in rich colours’

       Sunday Times

      ‘A delightful book’

       Literary Review

      ‘A richly imagined historical novel, full of depth and vitality’

       Sunday Times Culture

       Dedication

       For Sarah

       Epigraph

      ‘Maud could tell the whole story, but she will not.’

      Elizabeth and Joseph Pennell,

      The Life of James McNeill Whistler (1908)

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Praise

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      Part One: The Falling Rocket

      Part Two: Arrangement in Grey and Black

       Part Three: The Gold Scab

       Author’s Note

       About the Author

       Also by Matthew Plampin

       About the Publisher

Part One

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      October 1876

      Maud woke to the sound of a piano. The room around her was dark, its heavy shutters closed. Jimmy was standing to the left, framed by a doorway. She started to speak, to ask what was happening, and he darted forward, shimmering slightly as he passed. Angling her head, she watched as he went to the end of the bed, collected together his possessions and packed them into an old leather bag. When this was done, he whipped off his smock, revealing the suit beneath; and there was that glittering again, like golden fish scales. She realised it was tiny flecks of the Dutch metal he was applying downstairs.

      ‘Up,’ he said.

      The piano was somewhere towards the bottom of the house. It was being played much too hard, attacked almost, the music tangled and all out of time. After a short struggle with the bedclothes – which were the best cotton, far finer than theirs – Maud managed to rise onto an elbow.

      ‘What in heaven—?’

      ‘Leyland has reappeared,’ Jimmy told her, cramming the smock into his bag. ‘And he is displeased. We must absent ourselves, my girl, tout de suite.’

      Maud swung her legs over the side of the bed, her toes spreading on the bare floorboards. Her shift was damp with sweat. She smelt rather ripe, an oniony sharpness mingling with the curdled whiff of nausea. Despite the warmth, a shiver prickled up the back of her neck; the shadowy room, empty save for the bed, seemed to drift like a raft on a pond.

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