This week has been particularly busy as I've been writing/editing a Pelgrane project, so I haven't had as much time to think about Ephemera.
So this time it's going to be a short one (plus a book recommendation).
I've mentioned Liza Picard before. She describes herself as 'not a properly trained historian. I am a lawyer by trade, and an inquisitive, practical woman by character.' Properly trained or otherwise, she's a far better historical writer than many who spent their whole lives buried in history's detritus. Born 1927, called to the bar when she was 21 (just after the war), she worked for Inland Revenue until 1987 when she retired and took up London as a hobby. Her book on Restoration London was published ten years later, and she's since come out with several more: Dr. Johnson's London, Elizabeth's London and Victorian London.
So if you were looking for material to use, say, in Ken Hite's School of Night or Robin Laws' Bookhounds of London then Picard's your best source of plot hooks. I'd also recommend Picard to anyone looking for Swords of the Serpentine inspiration, particularly her Elizabethan history.
Picard's also one of those authors who doesn't believe in social media or giving interviews. Ordinarily I'd try to find a video or at least a newspaper article, but there really isn't much and as far as I know she hasn't a web page. Not that she needs one. I get the impression she's one of the few who writes to please herself and nobody else.
What I'm going to do now is flick to a random page in Dr. Johnson's London (1740-70) and invent a scenario seed based on whatever I find there.
As luck would have it I landed on the opening page of Chapter 22: Parties of Pleasure.
Vauxhall
In 1732 Jonathan Tyers, 'the master builder of delight,' took over a 12-acre site in the fields across the river, and transformed it. Throughout the summer months, May to August, anyone looking respectable (known whores were barred) could come for the price of a shilling ticket. Paved paths through trees ran the length of the site, with cross alleys at right angles, and space near the entrance for a music room, 50 supper boxes adorned with paintings by Hogarth and others, Chinese pavilions and a round bandstand. Vistas were designed to show off a succession of triumphal arches, and some newly built Italian ruins and a statue of Handel by Roubiliac valued at a thousand guineas. There was a Turkish tent with doric pillars, and a famous 'tin cascade' at the end of one of the avenues, made of strips of tin and complete with miller's house. At nine o'clock each evening, a bell rang, a watchman shouted 'Take care of your pockets' and concealed lighting played on the shimmering strips ...
Known whores might have been barred, but there was plenty of sex to be had in the gardens. Vauxhall became notorious for it. 'The most experienced mothers have often lost themselves in looking for their daughters,' as a contemporary writer put it. The Gardens lasted for quite a while, until 1859 when the site finally closed. In the early years the Gardens were only accessible by boat but after Vauxhall Bridge was erected in 1810 the Gardens slowly became part of the Metropolis. There's still a Vauxhall Gardens today, but it's a modern London inner city park, very different from its previous incarnation.
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