Morning sunlight, wiggling through the petit-point pattern on the lacy curtain, hovers over my shoulder to see what Iâ€™m writing. A red-breasted robin fluttering about on the window sill holds its breath, pen scratchings fill my ears.
I am beside myself with excitement, spilling blue ink on my gown and smudging the fine rice paper upon which I write with dirty fingerprints, but I know you shall forgive me for word has reached me that my memoir, The Blonde Samurai, has found its way to faraway shores.
A place whereâ€“
The romance of carnival and exquisite masks enchants the eye.
The sacred mount of the holy saints restores oneâ€™s faith.
The musical language of the arts and literature delights the ear and enriches the soul.
I must recount to you how pleased I am that the story of this Irish-American lass and her samurai has made its way to such a grand place.
Here then is the visual and audio presentation in Italian of the publisherâ€™s synopsis of â€œBionda Samuraiâ€ (available May 13th). Grazie!
Postscript: I have also included the English translation for you:
â€œShe is determined to recount her adventures in every detail, from the electrifying moments to the salacious, her life ruled by her insatiable appetite for all things sensual. Her story takes us from London to Japan, where the journey takes you through a maze of raw and vivid eroticism.
â€œTantalizing and provocative scenes of sensuality await you in Japan. This is the return of class because Jina Bacarr (author of â€œThe Blonde Geishaâ€ and â€œCleopatraâ€™s Perfumeâ€œ) puts forward with her usual skill a story that is unique and has earned her millions of readers around the world, her themes more endearing and bold with provocative situations raw and sexy but always romantic.”
Imagine if Queen Victoria twittered (“We are not amused todayâ€¦”) or Dickens posted a Facebook Profile (Relationship Status: married with ten children, Employer: law clerk turned freelance writer) or Jack the Ripper updated his status on his MySpace page (Mood: agitated. Headed over to Whitechapel).
What if you wanted to blog about Victorian England as your character? What challenges would you face? It was a different lifestyle back then with a different manner of speech, decorum and way of life. A world without Blackberrys and YouTube, yet a very civilized and fascinating world.
And more of a challenge than I realized when I set out to write a blog in the voice of my heroine in my February 2010 Spice novel, “The Blonde Samurai,” the story of an Irish-American heiress who weds a British lord then falls in love with a handsome samurai in 1873 Japan.
I was determined to offer readers an amusing and witty look at the world of Victorian England and Japan in the late nineteenth century. “A Naughty Victorian Lady tells allâ€¦” launched at the eHarlequin.com website with A Naughty Victorian Lady’s Christmas Stocking.
Everything was going well until–
I wanted to blog about the video I made in the voice of my heroine, Lady Carlton, showcasing “The Blonde Samurai.” Not plausible, since the first celluloid film (a few seconds long) wasn’t shot until the late 1880s, years after my novel takes place.
Fortunately, the idea of “moving pictures” wasn’t as outlandish to Victorians as one might believe. Several patents were applied for during this time, including a British patent for “â€¦moving images optically combined with a reflected ‘background’ ” and another for “Improvement in the Method and Apparatus for Photographing Objects in Motion.”
Interesting, but not the amusing and romantic tone I wanted for my blog.
What was a writer to do? Go with what I know best: romance. I combined Victorian England and Japan in a romantic setting to describe my video about “The Blonde Samurai.”
Here is an excerpt:
Believe that I have fastened together silk paintings and that I shall make them “move” by flipping through them; or that I have painted scenes on the ribs of a folding fan, then I shall open it slowly to make the scenes change from one to the next.
Imagine, if you will.
So I request that you transcend the world of London with its insufferable saffron-colored fog and the bone-chilling weather this time of year that makes you don flannel petticoats to keep the cold from darting up your backside–
And come with me back to the warm Spring of 1873 as I tell you the story of The Blonde Samurai in a most unique and charming manner…
by Jina Bacarr
I’ve been writing about Lady Eve Marlowe’s adventures in 1928 Weimar Berlin in my Berlin Sex Diary blog. For Lady Marlowe, it was as if those days came alive again. She was kind enough to assist me in making a book trailer (â€You mean like the film trailers? Iâ€™d be delightedâ€¦) about her adventures in â€œCleopatraâ€™s Perfumeâ€ during World War II in London, Cairo and Berlin.
We shot the video and picked out a charming piece of music called â€œParisâ€ by Dan Graham. When we looked at the final cut, Lady Eve turned to me and said, â€œItâ€™s lovely, Jina, but so many great films during the Second World War were shot in black and white.â€
â€œYou mean like Casablanca?â€ I asked, remembering the dramatic lighting and emotional tension so beautifully filmed by Michael Curtiz.
Lady Eve nodded. â€œWhat if we produced two videosâ€“one in color and one in black and white?â€
And thatâ€™s what we did. Here are two versions of the book trailer for Cleopatraâ€™s Perfume: one in color:
And one in black and white:
Which do you prefer?
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