Tumultuous – definition: 1. raising a great clatter and commotion; disorderly or noisy; 2. highly agitated, as in the mind or emotions, turbulent
There have been tumultuous relationships between famous stars for decades. From Richard and Elizabeth to Chris and Rhianna their love life, break ups, fights and rekindled love are splashed across newspapers, the evening news programs and lately social media. There seems to be a fascination that grips the public. How do extremely rich and famous people act that way – it is almost ‘human’? Well, shock, horror, they are human! They want the same as most people – a loving relationship. Unfortunately for many that is not achievable when surrounded 24/7 by paparazzi, screaming fans and stalkers.
I know I would certainly not be able to cope with that kind of scrutiny and lack of privacy. I have written about the few successful famous couples before. (https://mandyevebarnett.com/2013/07/26/fealty-a-lost-art/ Famously Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward who lived a ‘quiet’ life in Connecticut for most of their 50 years as a married couple. There is a mutual respect and honesty between these couples that maintains their relationships.
As authors we wish for that best seller, the accolades and of course the royalties but would you want your private life to be invaded? Could you cope with the constant camera flashes and questions? The lack of privacy anywhere?
A Canadian author, Alice Munro, has just been announced as winner of the Nobel Peace Prize – how will it change her life? Maybe at 82 years old she will know how to cope with such an accolade.
Contumacious – definition: stubbornly defiant or rebellious; disobedient
I share with you an excerpt from my novel, Life in Slake Patch. Evan is my POV character and he has been charged with bringing the rebellious Tribe to justice. This scene has Evan and the Tribe leader, Aiden meeting for the first time.
As the riders moved toward u,s it was plain that all were young men. Just before they reached our barricade a rallying cry rung out
“Brothers fight for supremacy.”
Gripping my dagger even tighter in readiness, I shouted orders to my men.
“Stand firm behind the wagons, let them come to us.”
The clash of metal against metal and wood against wood filled the valley air. Cries of pain rung out as wounds were inflicted and cries abruptly silenced. A shadow blocked the sunlight above me; I looked over to see a horse’s belly level with my head. Swiftly I turned to look up and face the rider. He was no older than me and swinging a baton toward Peter’s head. I let out a cry and dug my dagger deep into the rider’s thigh and pulled with all my might. The rider’s scream of pain seared through the air as he fell from his mount. I held him fast with a foot against his chest and my dagger’s tip pushed into his neck.
It was then I noticed the deafening silence around me. Looking up, all faces were turned toward me as if everyone had become frozen. One by one the Tribe riders weapons began to drop to the ground, my men took advantage of the opportunity and grabbed their opponents. As the Tribe members were secured my victim groaned.
“Don’t fail me brothers’ fight.”
But he could see all heads hanging down in defeat turning away from his stare.
In truth I was shocked. It had not occurred to me or any one of us before, that there might have been a leader to the Tribe. We had thought it was a few disgruntled young men wandering the plains, surviving by stealing. This man must have recruited his followers. I looked down at my captive.
“What’s your name?”
“I am, Aiden, leader of the Tribe and proud of it, you down trodden oaf.”
At the insult I could feel my muscles tense and pressed the dagger tip deeper into his neck. He cried out again and I released the pressure.
“Secure this man with the others. Medic Jones, please tend to the more seriously injured first.”
I made my way to the south side of the camp searching the valley for any sign of horsemen. The tell tale dust plumes far below would show me their progress. We would have to guard these men well and trust there were no more members hidden in the small copses of trees along the range of hills. My group had fought well and from Medic’s report none were too seriously hurt. His only real concern was the rider named Aiden, whose deeply sliced thigh required treatment he was not qualified enough or sufficiently equipped to give.
“His blood loss has been significant and without timely treatment he may die, Merchant Evan. I do not have sufficient bindings to close the wound tightly enough.”
“Follow me, Jones; I have something you can use.”
Evan’s opinion of Aiden’s beliefs changes gradually from this point in the novel. Although Evan stands firm with the matriarchal law there is a shift in how he views the separated compounds.
Who is you favorite rebel?
There is of course James Dean forever cast as a troubled teen and Paul Newman in Hud and Cool Hand Luke. Rebels have a fascination for movie watchers. Is it the bad guy made good? Or just the excitement of their struggle?
Unfortunately fidelity is not as common a commodity as it once was. The incidences of long marriages is on the decline. With the media splashing celebrities love lives across the front of magazines and dishing out the dirt on one partner or the other, no wonder marriage has become a throw away institution.
There have been some wonderful marriages that stood the test of time and media though. For instance, Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward were married for 60 years.
Others include Tom Hanks & Rita Wilson, Micheal J Fox & Tracy Pollan, both couples celebrated 25 years. Kevin Bacon & Kyra Sedgwick 24 years. Danny DeVito & Rhea Perlman 31 years. Denzel and Paulette Washington 29 years. Warren Betty & Annette Benning and David Bowie & Iman both celebrate 21 years.Bono & Ali Hewson 20 years. Jamie Lee Curtis & Christopher Guest 28 years.
So what is the secret under the constant media spotlight and paparazzi telescopic lens? They keep their private lives – private. Restricting exposure to the Hollywood events and leading normal lives (well as much as possible!) I also believe trust in each other goes a long way too.
Do you have a enduring marriage story you can share?
I don’t know about you but this description initially brings to mind a solidly built man. He may be the hero or the villain but his presence can not be ignored either way. My character, Evan in Life in Slake Patch is perfectly formed in my mind. He is about six foot tall, blonde, muscular with blue eyes. Browsing through photos on the internet I found a couple of images that are close to how I see Evan. It was while I was browsing that it struck me that my heart-throb Paul Newman, more thank likely influenced my choice of hero in, this my first, novel. Strange how the mind works sometimes.
Paul is, (alas I should say was)for me, the perfect human being.
When characterizing your heroes do you draw from people you know or fancied when you were younger?(or still do!)
I found some great articles regarding hero’s so have linked them here. Enjoy.
I have been nominated for the ABC Blog Award by http://eyedancers.wordpress.com/ – thank you! So as the rules dictate I use every letter of the alphabet – eeek! – I am sharing iota’s of things that mean something to me. Here goes: