These stories are developed from the novels of The Trilogy of Remembrance [The Drawing Lesson, The Fate of Pryde and Night Crossing] and are designed to entice you into that world and read them. Alexander Wainwright, Britain’s finest landscape painter and visionary artist, is the star. Think of them as delightful appetizers. Enjoy and respond!
The novel, Night Crossing, gives one man’s answer–Alexander Wainwright’s.
The novels of the Trilogy of Remembrance are complete! The first two in the trilogy, The Drawing Lesson and The Fate of Pryde are already published and now the third, Night Crossing, finishes the story of Alexander Wainwright, Britain’s finest landscape painter—at least for now. I’m delighted to announce that it will be available in the next few months at any online bookstore in print or download. As the day approaches, I’ll keep you posted.
They always say we’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover even though I think it should set the stage for the story. That’s why I wanted to let you know what’s behind the painting on the cover.
This is a water colour by the famous English artist, J.M.W. Turner entitled “Yarmouth near the Harbour Mouth” which will be on the cover of “Night Crossing.”
Why this painting? Alexander Wainwright is the star of that trilogy and in his world, he is Britain’s finest landscape artist, who won the Turner Prize given by the Tate Modern in London in the first novel in the trilogy, “The Drawing Lesson.”
Also, Alexander is famous for the light in his paintings which makes the viewer sense that he has seen the beyond. Turner was also considered a master painter of light which had for him a spiritual connotation. And so…it seemed appropriate.
But—some might say— it’s not night time—at least not yet. Agreed. But I found this painting irresistible because of its subtlety and colour.
For me, it evokes that sixth sense of the moment just before something happens—possibly something physically or psychologically inexplicable and that is what the story is all about. Alexander travels from his studio in London to Paris and then to St. Petersburg all in search of the artist who created a painting of a cosmic egg which Alex himself has envisioned. On his travels, he meets many who have much to teach him.
It’s also about a love so profound, it transcends life and death—about fathers and sons and cruelty and compassion. It’s about art, life and love and the magic of making something from nothing. And—it’s about finding that balance between love and the passion to create and that yearning in all of us for what lies beyond.
I came across a quote by the novelist Jonathan Swift who said, “Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.” And that quote seems to describe Alexander Wainwright’s great talent and his passion for finding his light.
Would you like a sneak preview of a passage in “Night Crossing”? Alexander fights to rescue an elderly lady, Miss Trump, as the ferry sinks during the crossing at night. If you can only save one person, how do you choose?
It was a harrowing descent down into the belly of the ship. In near darkness, Alex was tossed and pitched against the railings and walls of the stairwell. He stumbled on the last few stairs and fell into the rushing water. At the bottom, he saw that Lia, the young mother, was almost at the stairs. Further back Miss Trump clung to a fire extinguisher fixed to the wall. She was exhausted and nearly sinking under the water.
He swam to her.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he shouted, thinking she was frozen in panic.
“No, Alexander. I will not!”
“What? Why not?”
“Go! You must save yourself and the mother for the child and you have much work to do!”
Uncomprehendingly, he shook his head. “That’s ridiculous!” He grabbed her arms to force her but she fought him off with manic strength. Drowning man’s panic, he thought. He grasped her shoulders and tried to pull her from the fire extinguisher.
Again, she fought him off. “Let go of me! Stop it!” With her feet, she shoved herself back up the river of water now over her head. At first she thrashed but then seemed to calm herself.
Alexander dove head first after her. Underwater, he grasped her knees and tried to pull her to him. He was amazed at her strength as she kicked hard and broke from his grasp. He rose up from the water which was now up over his shoulders. In the dark it was hard to see her. She sank once and then resurfaced, her face filled with mad determination.
Before she sank below the surface for the last time, he saw her smile. She called out over the rush of water, “Go save the mother! New life needs its mother!” He could do no more. Finally Alexander accepted that death was what she wanted.
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Can’t wait for Night Crossing? Then try the first two novels in the trilogy
“The Drawing Lesson” and “The Fate of Pryde” first.
The Trilogy of Remembrance
I’ll be back in touch the minute I have word from the publishers.