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The roofs of Montefiore

From the arable river lands to the south, the approach to Montefiore appears a sequence of relaxed hills. In the late spring, when the puckers of red poppy blossom are scattered against the green of the season, it can look like so much washing, like mounds of Persian silk and Florentine brocade lightly tossed in heaps. Each successive rise takes on a new color, indefinably more fervent, an aspect of distance and time stained by the shadows of clouds, or bleached when the sun takes a certain position.

But the traveler on foot or in a hobble-wheeled peasant cart, or even on horseback, learns the truth of the terrain. The ascent is steeper than it looks from below. And the rutted track traverses in long switchbacks to accommodate for the severity of the grade and the cross cutting ravines. So the trip takes many more hours than the view suggests. The red-tiled roofs of Montefiore come into sight, promisingly, and then they disappear again as hills loom up and forests close in.

Often I have traveled the road to Montefiore in memory. Today I travel it in true time, true dust, true air. When the track lends me height enough, I can glimpse the villa's red roofs above the ranks of poplars, across the intervening valleys. But I can't tell if the house is peopled with my friends and my family, or with rogues who have murdered the servants in their beds. I can't tell if the walls below the roofline are scorched with smoke, or if the doors are marked with an ashy cross to suggest that plague has come to gnaw the living into their mortal rest, their last gritty blanket shoveled over their heads.

But I have come out of one death, the one whose walls were glass; I have awakened into a second life dearer for being both unpromised and undeserved. Anyone who walks from her own grave relies on the unexpected. Anyone who walks from her own grave knows that death is more patient than Gesù Cristo. Death can afford to wait.

But now the track turns again, and my view momentarily spins back along the slopes I've climbed so far. My eye traces the foothills already gained, considers the alphabet of light that spells its unreadable words on the surface of the river. My eye also moves along the past, to my early misapprehensions committed to memory on this isolated outcropping.

The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.

Rest. Breathe in, breathe out. No one can harm you further than death could do. When rested, you must go on; you must find out the truth about Montefiore. Granted a second life, you must find in it more meaning than you could ever determine in your first.

 

The name of the world

The world was called Montefiore, as far as she knew, and from her aerie on every side all the world descended.

Like any child, she looked out and across rather than in. She was more familiar with the vistas, the promising valleys with their hidden hamlets, the scope of the future arranged in terms of hills and light.

Once a small dragon had become trapped in the bird-snaring nets slung in the uccellare. Bianca watched as the cook's adolescent grandson tried to cut it down and release it. Her eyes were fixed on the creature, the stray impossibility of it, not on the spinney in which it was caught. How it twitched, its webbed claws a pearly chalcedony, its eyes frantic and unblinking. (Despite the boy's efforts, it died, and his grandmother flayed it for skin with which to patch the kitchen bellows.)

Bianca regarded visitors to Montefiore with fierce attention: emissaries of the world. But the bones of her home — the house itself — remained as familiar and unregarded as her own fingernails.

Montefiore was larger than a farmer's villa but not so imposing as a castle. Too far from anywhere important to serve as a casale — a country house — it crowned an upthrust shoulder of land, so its fortifications were natural. On all sides, the steepness of the slope was a deterrent to invaders, and anyway, Montefiore wasn't large enough to interest the condottieri who led their small armies along the riverbank on one campaign or another.

Had Bianca an adult eye, she might have guessed from its mismatched roofs and inconsistent architectural details that many owners had lived here before her family arrived, shaping the space with a disregard for symmetry or loveliness. When its masters had had money, they'd made attempts to drill a little grandeur into the old stone hull, like crisp starched lace tied under the wet chins of a drooling nonna. A recently completed interior courtyard, handsomely done with columns and vaults in the revived archaic style, provided relief from the roaring breeze.

Except for the courtyard, though, most attempts at improvement had been abandoned in mideffort. Some windows were fitted with glass, but in most windows, squares of linen had been nailed to the shutter moldings, pale light conferring a sense of height and volume to the dark rooms. Along one retaining wall, a loggia ran unevenly, its walls inset with terrazzo putti whose faces had become bubonic with the remains of insect cocoons. For half a century the chapel had stood with a roof beam and naked struts, the old cladding and tiles having been swept away in an arrogant gale. When the January tramontana blustered in, the geese sometimes sheltered there from the wind, though they seldom took communion.

Fortunately too inaccessible to garrison an army, Montefiore was nonetheless valuable as a lookout. From time to time in its history it had been commandeered for its prospects. On a clear day one imagined one could glimpse the sea.

What child does not feel itself perched at the center of creation?

Copyright © 2003 by Gregory Maguire

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crowyhead, September 26, 2006 (view all comments by crowyhead)
A fascinating retelling of Snow White. It's always interesting to have fairy tales re-cast in a specific time and place; it seems to dampen, but deepen, the fantastical elements. My only complaint is that I didn't really quite feel I'd engaged with any of the characters; some would offer brief moments where I would be totally engaged, but then the author would shift viewpoint, or the character would disappear from the story for a couple hundred pages (as in the case of the woodsman). While Maguire strayed from his previous trend towards making the villian of the story the hero (as in Wicked and Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister), Lucrezia Borgia, the "wicked queen" in this version, is still the most well-rounded of the characters. I found that I wanted her to get her comeuppance, but I was also most interested in the story when she was around.
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Product Details

ISBN:
9780060988654
Subtitle:
A Novel
Author:
Maguire, Gregory
Author:
by Gregory Maguire
Publisher:
William Morrow Paperbacks
Subject:
General
Subject:
Historical - General
Subject:
Fantasy - General
Subject:
Fairy Tales, Folklore & Mythology
Subject:
General Fiction
Subject:
Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, Legends & Mythology
Subject:
Science Fiction and Fantasy-Fantasy
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Trade PB
Publication Date:
October 2004
Binding:
Paperback
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Illustrations:
Yes
Pages:
320
Dimensions:
9.29x6.02x.84 in. .81 lbs.

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Product details 320 pages ReganBooks - English 9780060988654 Reviews:
"Staff Pick" by ,

Maguire's latest retelling of a classic fairy tale is Snow White set in Renaissance Italy and features Lucrezia Borgia as the wicked stepmother. Intriguing, surreal, exotic, and sensual, the author's style is mature, assured, and utterly engaging. This is not your Disney bedtime tale.

"Review A Day" by , "Entertaining as all this is, it's not child's play. In the best sense, Mirror Mirror is a novel for adults that unearths our buried fascination with the primal fears and truths fairy tales contain. Through this forest of wry, sometimes bawdy humor, Maguire leaves a trail of profound reflections on the nature of identity, the persistence of love, the self-destruction of evil. Observing the last unicorn in the forest, the narrator laments, 'There was no place for much mystery in the world anymore,' but Maguire is busy making room for it." (read the entire CSM review)
"Review" by , "Wildly inventive...Maguire refreshes his source material capably....Almost everything works, in a pastiche that's a model of the form. Every bit as good as Wicked: wicked good, in fact."
"Review" by , "The telling is sometimes too convoluted, with constantly switching viewpoints. But, like a Renaissance comedy, the wild story effectively captures the transcendent and the vulgar, beauty and beast."
"Review" by , "Maguire has a lock on clever, elaborate retellings of fairy tales....[W]ith his rich, idiosyncratic storytelling, Maguire restores the edge to an oft-told tale and imbues it with a strange, unsettling beauty."
"Review" by , "[D]ark and vivid....This is a great addition to the Maguire shelf."
"Review" by , "A brilliant achievement."
"Review" by , "The story may be familiar, but Maguire's telling is rich and strange. Full of colors and scents, gorgeous as an embroidered velvet cloak, his prose is simply beautiful and perfectly suited to its setting and times."
"Review" by , "Mirror Mirror is probably close in spirit to what fairy tale pioneers like the Grimm brothers originally intended for their works, tales that illustrate, in an instructive and entertaining way, how the world actually behaves, no matter what century one happens to live in."
"Review" by , "It's Maguire's prose style that makes all this so intriguing. His descriptions are potent....Wry, sneaky and always picturesque, Maguire's writing weaves history and legend into a charming and effective pastiche."
"Synopsis" by , From the bestselling author of Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (debuting on Broadway this fall), Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister and Lost comes a master retelling of the Snow White story set in Renaissance Italy.
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“A brilliant achievement.”

—Boston Herald

 

“Entertaining…profound….A novel for adults that unearths our buried fascination with the primal fears and truths fairy tales contain.”
—Christian Science Monitor

 

Gregory Maguire, the acclaimed author who re-imagined a darker, more dangerous Land of Oz in his New York Times bestselling series The Wicked Years, offers a brilliant reinvention of the timeless Snow White fairy tale: Mirror Mirror. Setting his story amid the cultural, political and artistic whirlwind of Renaissance Italy—and casting the notorious Lucrezia Borgia as the Evil Queen—Maguire and Mirror Mirror will enthrall a wide array of book lovers ranging from adult fans of Harry Potter to readers of the sophisticated stories of Angela Carter.

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