MY AMAZING INTERVIEW WITH REBECCA ROSENBERG, BOOK REVIEW AND EXCERPT: THE SECRET LIFE OF MRS. LONDON

TITLE: The Secret Life of Mrs. London

AUTHOR: Rebecca Rosenberg

PUB DATE: Jan 30, 2018

PUBLISHER: Lake Union Publishing

PAGES: 348 pp

SYNOPSIS: The setting is the beautiful Glen Ellen Ranch and San Francisco, California from Sept 1915 through 1917, where Charmian London's life is chronicled as the dedicated wife of famed novelist Jack London's and the friendship that forms with Bessie and Harry Houdini, the magician and famous escape artist.

THOUGHTS/REVIEW: "The Secret Life of Mrs London" by Rebecca Rosenberg is a brilliantly told historical-fiction based on the real life story of  the famous couples that are fictionalized characters Jack and Charmian London, and Harry and Bessie Houdini. The story actually follows actual events in both the Londons' and Houdinis' lives in a 2 year period in 1915. 

The story centers on Charmian and her life as Mrs. Jack London. We find in this story that Jack's success as a renowned author is not without Charmian's support. She transcribes 150 words/min, edits his work and keeps him writing at least 1000 words per day to keep up with the deadlines with the publishers. Additionally she also provides him with inspiration as she tells him his thoughts which he is able to translate into beautiful prose in his writing. In this fictional tale, we see the back story of Charmiane's amazing dedication and love for Jack that she sacrifices, dedicates and even allows Jack to overshadow her talents as a writer. 

Jack London is a talented man who has his demons - over spends on his horses, ranch and home, abuses alcohol and has affairs with younger women. Jack's health is deteriorating with his kidney, depression and addiction. Charmian also tolerates the difficult and complex relationship with Jack's first wife and his two daughters who pretty much uses Jack to maintain their lavish lifestyle and private education. 

Just when you think the Londons' life cannot get more complicated, enter the Houdinis. Charmian and Houdini are brought together by the challenges they both have with their marriage and brings their attraction to each other stronger. 

The book is written so eloquently and highlights interesting points in their lives that keep the reader glued as the layers of their lives start to reveal itself. The setting of the story was described so beautifully as well as the political climate at the time with impeccable attention to the details of what is important at that time. The book is well written and Rosenberg is truly an expert on the Londons' writings, life and back story. It was such a fun read and the creativity of the story is quite intriguing and the dialogue eloquent that I could not put this book down. A true literary fiction.

PLEASE ENJOY THIS EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK:

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Orpheum Theatre, San Francisco, California   November 1915

Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting satisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire, and possession is easement and fulfilment.

—Jack London, The Kempton-Wace Letters

I know how magic works—all smoke and mirrors, suffocating doves, and defecating rabbits. Of course, Jack knows these things, too. He rails against the cruelty of using trained animals in vaudeville. But his adoring Crowd from Carmel (that whole arty, hashish-smoking Bohemian clan) insists Jack join them for the Great Houdini show. Front-row seats, they say. The most famous magician in the world, they say.

“We need a little magic in our lives,” Jack says, and I can’t argue with that.

The Orpheum is morbidly gaudy with flocked velvet walls, tooled woodwork, and gilt, lots of gilt. Jack sports his rumpled khakis du jour, while he asked me to dress like a heroine from Martin Eden: chartreuse taffeta suit shimmering with purple undertones in the theater lights.

But this confounded waistline cuts into my expanding middle like a butcher pinching off sausage casing. I don’t know why I haven’t told Jack my good news when I’ve known for a while. That’s a lie. I hold back because he’ll count the months and wonder, like I do.

The Crowd blow kisses to each other in a cloud of pheromones and cigar smoke. They pass the silver flask of gin under my nose, and the odor stretches my brain like the taffy puller in the lobby.

George Sterling slides his lanky frame into the seat next to mine, reeking of patchouli and cannabis. “Looks like this is just what Jack needed to forget about Wolf House burning down.”

“Nothing will make him forget that night.” My head reels around to see Jack deep in conversation with Anna Strunsky. They only talk deep. That young actress Blanche hangs on his arm, pretending she understands. She doesn’t.

“Wolf says Lawrence burned it down and ran off.”

“You’re such a liar,” I say, but maybe it’s true. I haven’t seen or heard from Lawrence since I left him by Wolf House.

“You and Wolf should pick your friends more wisely.” Sterling grins like Satan.

“Funny, I was thinking the very same thing. But unfortunately, Jack likes you.” I make a face.

Thankfully, the sixteen-piece orchestra fires up below us in the pit, and Sterling slinks back to his seat. Brass trumpets glint in the crossing spotlights and raise my spirits with their triumphant sound.

Jack sits next to me, puffing his Imperial. I can’t break his mood no matter how many times I tell him nothing happened with Lawrence.

Nothing I care to share, that is.

The Great Houdini appears in a spotlight and high-steps onto the stage, keeping time with the music, striking in his immaculate tuxedo and gleaming black hair. When the song ends, he marches right in front of the footlights and welcomes the audience, impossibly white teeth flashing, announcing his opening trick.

Women’s mouths drop open. Men scoot to the edges of their seats. His voice, harmonic and commanding, vibrates through the charged air and holds them awestruck. Houdini’s powerful arm points at Jack. Heavens.

“Mr. Jack London, ladies and gentlemen.” Spotlights flood our faces.

How does he recognize Jack?

“Won’t you join us on the stage, Mr. London?” Houdini calls, and the Crowd starts chanting: “Wolf, Wolf, Wolf . . .” Jack holds up his palms in protest.

The magician persists. “If not you, how about your lovely wife? I promise to take great care of her.”

The Crowd jeers for me to go up, already too much gin passed between them.

Jack leans over and whispers, “My feet are killing me. Take this one, will you?”

I see my redemption in his pleading eyes. But I feel like a bratwurst. I can’t go up there.

“Buck up your courage, Mate.” Jack pushes me to a stand. “The Crowd will get a kick out of it.”

My heart sinks as I make my way to the stairs. He wants to entertain his worshipping Crowd at my expense. Blanche swoops into my vacant seat, snuggling his arm. I yank the pearl buttons choking my neck and one pops off, rolling into the orchestra pit. Lifting my stiff taffeta skirt and crinoline petticoat, I step up, but my foot slips off.

Two strong hands circle my waist and sweep me onto the stage with the grace of a waltz. Black eyelashes rim his eyes with mystery, but kindness crinkles at the edges.

“Trust me,” Houdini whispers, smelling of wood-spice cologne. Then his voice booms out to the audience, “Let’s give the brave Mrs. London a round of applause, shall we?”

A child enters from backstage dressed in tights and velvet knickers, a fluffy beret mushrooming over his jet-black pageboy.

Houdini smiles and holds out his arm. “And another hand for my beautiful wife and assistant, Bess Houdini.”

My stomach hitches, and I look again. The elf bows with a flourish and lifts her face with a wide grin, dimples circled with rouge, throwing kisses to the audience. The miniature woman steals the show with her boyish figure in sequined tights, round eyes that flash and roll and wink and hold us spellbound no matter what Houdini is doing. I would have bought the ticket to watch her.

The magician steps into the spotlight, and the audience hushes. “And now, on this very stage, we will perform our most renowned illusion, the one and original, Metamorphosis! Pay close attention to catch any sleight of hand or cheat, for you will see none. With your very own eyes, you will witness myself, bound, handcuffed, and locked in a trunk, only to be magically transformed into my beautiful assistant, Bess.”

The audience buzzes with excitement while Bess Houdini rolls a steamer trunk to center stage. “Mrs. London, tell the people in the crematorium, have we ever met before?” she asks in falsetto.

“Auditorium?” Confused and tongue-tied looking out from the stage to three hundred San Francisco elite . . . “No, we haven’t met.”

“And have you ever laid your eyes on this trunk before?” Jack would say something witty, but my mind draws a blank. “No.” The burning footlights blind me mercifully from seeing his disappointment in the front row.

“Will you examine the trunk for any tomfoolery?” She waves her birdlike limbs theatrically, reeking of gardenias.

I unbuckle the leather straps and peer inside the trunk. Feeling along the edges, banging the sides. “No trick doors, if that’s what you mean.”

“I understand you’re an excellent sailor, Mrs. London.” Houdini cocks an eyebrow. “And quite an expert with knots.”

“How would you know that?” I shade my eyes to see Jack and damn if Blanche isn’t canoodling his ear. “I won first place at the yacht club for my knots.”

“Impressive, but can you tie a knot from which the Great Houdini cannot escape?”

“Absolutely.” Jack says it’s over with Blanche yet dangles my dalliance over my head like a noose.

Houdini takes off his jacket and rolls up his shirtsleeves, crossing his muscular wrists together.

Mrs. Houdini hands me the rope and whispers, “Tie a slipknot.” She winks a blue eyelid. So that’s their game.

Mutiny tingles in my fingers. Like hell, slipknot. I tie an anchor hitch that would secure a yacht in a typhoon.

Pulling the sack up over him, Mrs. Houdini leans to kiss him. My God, their mouths open and move like the French. His sensuous lips suck hers like she’s a juicy plum. My belly clenches. How long has it been since Jack kissed me like that?

Mrs. Houdini pulls the feed sack over her husband’s head and winks at me again. But I tie my strongest knot on the bag, a double bowline, tight and secure.

Bess Houdini’s chirp pierces my eardrums. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, we’ll place the Great Houdini in the steamer trunk for all intensive purposes and lock it up.”

We padlock the trunk and wrap it profusely with rope. Feeling smug now, I tie yet another sailing knot: double square knot this time. No way can this trickster get out.

Mrs. Houdini closes heavy velvet curtains in front of the trunk. She smiles at the audience, and her theatrical makeup cracks around her eyes; she’s no child herself. “Mrs. London, do you feel very certain the Great Houdini cannot excape your knots?”

Jack punches his fist in the air and calls out, “Her knots have secured sailing ships from here to Borneo!”

A pang riddles my gut. What if I truly bring down the Great Houdini? The kettle drum rumbles and spectators choose sides, placing bets, laughing nervously.

Mrs. Houdini lifts her arms over her head and claps her hands together three times, accentuated by a clash of cymbals that echoes through the cavernous theater. Spotlights crisscross the frescoed ceiling. The timpani stops abruptly and pandemonium ceases. The audience leans forward.

Spotlights swing to center stage, revealing the Great Houdini stepping through the velvet curtain, fists held high in triumph. The orchestra blares.

My every nerve ending is burning, screaming. No, no, no, no. It’s impossible.

The magic man takes my hand and holds it high, a current charging from his grasp down my arm. The audience explodes with enthusiasm. He smiles intimately at me as his confidant. But I feel betrayed. He’d said, “Trust me,” yet I haven’t an inkling what just happened.

“You’re a natural.” Houdini bows and bows to the relentless applause. When it finally dies down, he looks around the stage.

“Mrs. London, where is my dear wife?”

I turn to where Mrs. Houdini was standing, but she’s gone. “She was right here.”

He taps his index finger on his cheek. “Oh, Mrs. Houdini? Are you back here?” He draws open the velvet curtain, which reveals only the steamer trunk with all my knots intact. How is that possible when Houdini stands beside me?

“Mrs. London, can you untie your knots?”

My chest crackles with curiosity as my fingers struggle with the rope, every knot as secure as I tied it. The oboe plays a sinister tune, which twists my insides.

When all the knots are finally undone, Houdini opens the trunk. Inside, the burlap sack bumps and moves.

“What have we here?” Houdini cuts the bag open with a shining saber, which appears from nowhere.

Bess Houdini pops out, all five feet of her, hands tied behind her back. She cackles like a maniac, then curtsies to the stunned audience.

The orchestra strikes up a rousing number, and the audience cheers and whistles.

The Houdinis take my trembling hands, and we bow together. They step aside, presenting me. My cheeks Options
grow hopelessly hot as I force myself to raise my eyes to the frenzied theater and let the applause wash over me.

The Crowd chants my name from the front row. But Jack scribbles in his ever-present notebook, oblivious to their revelry. 

Oblivious to my moment in the spotlight.

Yet I’m gratified. I’ve given him a fresh topic to write about.

THE SECRET LIFE OF MRS. LONDON has won a Gold Medal IPPY, world’s largest book competition in the world, American Fiction Awards FINALIST, and Goethe awards FINALIST. 

THE SECRET LIFE OF MRS. LONDON, the love triangle between Houdini, Jack and Charmian London. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072KRP7MN   Free on kindle unlimited!

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Praise for The Secret Life of Mrs. London


“An impressively original and exceptionally well-crafted novel by an author who is a master of character- and narrative-driven storytelling, Rebecca Rosenberg’s The Secret Life of Mrs. London is an inherently riveting and thoroughly reader-engaging story from beginning to end and feature[es] many an unexpected plot twist and turn.” —Midwest Book Review


“Interesting, and based on the actual lives of the participants…Learning more about Jack London was enjoyable, as well as seeing early feminist examples.” —Historical Novel Society


“…Rosenberg paints an immensely intriguing portrait of a marriage and tells it in an accomplished lyrical prose that captures each moment with poetic intensity.” —Prairies Book Review


“The Secret Life of Mrs. London is a riveting behind-the-scenes look at the marriage of Jack and Charmian London, both fascinating and complicated characters with rich inner lives that Rosenberg conveys in crisp yet poetic prose. This contemporary historical fiction raises questions that are still relevant today about what makes a good marriage, and whether creativity and stability are incompatible. A rich, resonant, deeply satisfying novel sure to delight and leave readers thinking long after they put it down.” —Malena Watrous, author of If You Follow Me and Sparked!, and director of the Stanford Continuing Studies Program in Novel Writing


“The Secret Life of Mrs. London is a heart-wrenching portrait of a marriage between two people who utterly depend on one another, but ultimately aren’t enough for each other. With skillful precision of language, Rosenberg weaves a narrative that defines the complexities of love, passion, and art. This is a perceptive, deeply moving novel by a great new talent about a couple who has gone unnoticed in historical fiction until now. Anyone who has ever loved another person will want to read this book.” —Victoria Kelly, author of Mrs. Houdini: A Novel


“One of Houdini’s best kept secrets was his affair with Charmian London in 1918. Now Rebecca Rosenberg tells the story using an elegant blend of fact and fiction, creating a Houdini book like no other. The Secret Life of Mrs. London is a true peek behind the curtain and a page-turner.” —John Cox, Wild about Harry
About the Author

Interview with Rebecca Rosenberg

1. Can you describe The Secret Life of Mrs. London in three words?

Genius! Magic! Provoking!



2. What would you like your readers to know about you, outside being an expert on the Londons and Lavander. I am very excited to be replanting a totally original and exciting three-acre lavender garden right now, since our lavender farm burned down two years ago- our house and barn with it! This new garden can be viewed from a rooftop “perch” to get the full effect of concentric circle of many different species of lavender and lavender colored plants! I imagine doing book events there in the future, so sign up for notice at https://www.rebecca-rosenberg.com



3. What compelled you to write about the Londons and The Houdini’s? Charmian and Jack London were dynamic, adventurous writers who, in 1906, built a 46 foot boat and set sail around the world, writing books about the natives they found in Hawaii, Fiji, the Soloman Islands. Charmian helped Jack write 50 best-selling novels in 15 years. They had a passionate, modern relationship—so why and how did she have an affair with the most famous illusionist and escape artist in the world? I had to find out, and tell the story of these two iconic, and complex couples.



4. What is your favorite Jack London book and why? I like Valley of the Moon, because Jack wrote it about Sonoma Valley where he and Charmian had Beauty Ranch, and where I have lived for 30 years. It is about a hard-working young man and woman and heir search for a beautiful agrarian life, instead of the drudgery of factory work.



5. Besides Jack London, what author(s) do you like to read? What is your favorite Genre? I love historical fiction, and like to read Petra Durst Benning, Camille Di Maio, Thelma Adams, Martha Conway—I read TONS of non-fiction for research, and enjoy learning so much! Now, for my novel in progress, I am reading about Napoleon, early Wine Making, fashion that kills with caustic dyes!

6. What does your writing process look like? Do you have a favorite writing spot? Routine? Quirks? For example, with the Secret Life of Mrs. London, I was lucky enough to write a lot on the Jack London ranch itself, in their little wild-flower garden with a pond, where the London’s would box each other in the morning! It is rich to be able to write in the locale that the novel is set. I make notes about the smells, sounds, sights for later when I am writing at home. I write mostly in the morning about 4am-10am—in the dark, dream-state, my imagination can be with the characters and story. I always light candles.



7. What do you do when you are not writing? I play Mahjong with the Mahjong Majesties every Friday afternoon! Mahjong really keeps your mind working, and it is wonderful to have girl-time with friends.

8. Do you have any advice to aspiring writers? Write 1000 words a day, like Jack London. That seems to be the ONLY rule he followed in his life! 1000 words is a scene— I would like to follow his advice!



9. Can you tell us about any upcoming books or projects? GOLD DIGGER, The Remarkable Baby Doe Tabor is just out. The true story of a twenty-two year old girl who comes west with her husband for a gold mine, and finds herself abandoned and pregnant and working the gold mine alone! She meets an old prospector, twice her age and married, falls in love. He strikes the biggest silver vein in history, buys up hundreds of mines, becomes a US Senator, divorces his wife, and the two marry in Washington DC with President Arthur in attendance! The Tabors become the richest, most scandalized couple in America, until they lose everything in the Silver Crash of 1893—It is a smashing story of passion, fame, and riches, and the meaninglessness of it all! http://bit.ly/GDBabyDoe



10. What are you currently reading and what books are on your nightstand currently.

Assymetry, by Lisa Halliday A modern novel recommended to me, very different than what I usually read.



11. Can you share with readers, what is the best way to reach you and where to learn more about you and your books?



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Rebecca and her husband, Gary, own the largest lavender product company in America, selling to 4000 resorts, spas and gift stores. The Rosenbergs believe in giving back to the Sonoma Community, supporting many causes through financial donations and board positions, including Worth Our Weight, an educational culinary program for at-risk children, YWCA shelter for abused women, Luther Burbank Performing Arts Center to provide performances for children, Sonoma Food Bank, Sonoma Boys and Girls Club, and the Valley of the Moon Children’s Home.A California native, Rebecca Rosenberg lives on a lavender farm with her family in Sonoma, the Valley of the Moon, where Jack London wrote from his Beauty Ranch. Rebecca is a long-time student of Jack London’s works and an avid fan of his daring wife, Charmian London. The Secret Life of Mrs. London is her debut novel.

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