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Once More with Feeling Series: Bliss by Judy Cuevas

posted Friday, 6 June 2008
 
Bliss by Judy Cuevas

 

Bliss

Judy Cuevas (Judith Ivory)

Romance Novel  1995

Rating: A

 

"The first time I read Bliss, I was absolutely intoxicated by it. It absorbed me and kept me completely in its power. For a whole two days all I did was eat, sleep, dream, breathe Bliss. I read it over and over, wondering each time that it should so affect me. Because by any measure this book should not have worked for me. The hero is a washed-up artistic genius who never met a drug he didn't like, and the heroine is a materialistic, ambitious upstart of a little thing who thumbs her nose at society's strictures. But somehow it worked. It really worked.

Hannah Van Evan is a woman with a sordid past. It is entirely necessary for her to leave Miami because, due to some rather scandalous behavior, she has become known as Miss Seven-Minutes-of-Heaven. She applies for a job as an assistant to Mrs. Amelia Besom, an American antiques and arts appraiser who is going to Europe to search for finds. They wind up at a ramshackle estate in rural France, and Hannah is intrigued by the owner's warning to stay away from a certain cottage.

Nardi de Saint Vallier comes from a blue-blooded family, has had every advantage given to him, and is possessed of a most spectacular talent. An acclaimed sculptor, he has been feted by all of Europe. And then a few years ago some of his pieces were not so well received. He did not take the criticism constructively and went on a bender that has included every intoxicating substance known to man. At the start of the story he has not been sober in a good long time, and his current escape of choice is drinking ether. His family has become concerned.

Due to some rather fancy Saint Vallier maneuvering, Nardi finds himself imprisoned in a cottage on the ancestral estate, engaged to the daughter of a wealthy industrialist, and denied any contact with artificial stimulants. He has been the subject of a proto-intervention, and he is none too happy about it. So when Hannah stumbles curiously into his lair, he tries to charm her into giving him what he wants: ether first, and then, s'il vous plait, Hannah herself.

I have to tell you that I was very, very prepared to dislike Nardi. He's such a mess and so terribly unrepentant about his own chaos. When we meet him first he's barfing into a grand piano at a party. He is a liar and a manipulator whose only enjoyment is telling his brother/jailor Sebastien where he can go. So how did Cuevas make him sympathetic? By making him sexy as hell, charming as the day is long, and entirely aware of all his own flaws. Nardi has no illusions about himself. He knows he's a screw-up and far too sensitive. He just doesn't know how to do anything about it. And he's so anesthetized that he doesn't care anymore about anything. Until Hannah shows up and reminds him about life and hope and beauty.

And Hannah is flawed and fully human too. She wants to be rich and successful, and so is highly ambitious. She is quite impressed with the Saint Vallier chateau, more impressed with it at times than she is with Nardi. I found this perversely refreshing. When was the last time you read about a heroine who wanted the money? Who was impressed with beautiful things? Hannah's inclinations may not be noble, but they are human, and by making her characters so flawed, Cuevas also makes them so real.

And there were so many other things that I liked about Bliss. The setting is highly original and very atmospheric. The crumbling chateau, filled with priceless treasures, both the source of great family pride and great family embarrassment, looms metaphorically in the background, half a character in and of itself. Its presence and condition affects all of the characters' decisions. The only one not obsessed with its vast potential, appropriately, is Nardi. I became half-obsessed with it myself. Where is it, Judy? Do they give regular tours in the summertime?

Two more highlights: the writing quality here is superior to just about anything I've read in romance. It's textured and tactile; you can feel every aspect of a summer evening in France, a woman's complicated clothing cage, a man's soft ether stupor. And finally, Sebastien, Nardi's brother is probably the most rounded villain I've ever come across. Every smug, controlling behavior he exhibits he truly does out of a perverse love and concern for his brother. He hurts Nardi and Hannah, but it's impossible to hate him because he's trying so hard to make everything better. You can read about him in his story, Dance.

The only quibble I have about this book is the ending. It seems rushed. Cuevas goes into great detail about the obstacles to Hannah's and Nardi's relationship, and then sort of sweeps them away at the end in one dramatic scene. I would have preferred a more resolved finish. I would have liked for Hannah and Nardi to honestly confront their problems together instead of separately with a grande finale."

Click here for the rest of the review.  

This book is very hard to find and rather expensive (the cheapest copy at Amazon is currently $14.95).  But Bliss is well worth that money, in my humble opinion.

 

 

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1. Sherry Thomas left...
Thursday, 19 June 2008 5:59 pm

The following from Bliss is the probably, hands down, the best piece of characterization I've ever read.

"Oh, he didn't doubt it, they liked him. He had some sterling qualities. (He was a wonderful liar, which made for good stories. He was sharp at cards, which made him fun to beat when they could. And of course he could drink ether, in quantities that would have anesthetized a battalion of legionnaires, and still remain standing.) But in all his years, he could never remember liking himself better than he had for his youthful renown, his public success at age twenty. The honor he had brought on himself and his family then had lain sweet in his soul. Nardi had loved his celebrity; he missed it still, like an old dear friend passed on. For years he had tried to recapture it, finding it elusively in the arms of women or in the should-to-shoulder company of drunken boonfellows, attracted to each because he or she saw him in the poetical glow of his past reputation, the Great Artist Fallen on Bad Times, then abandoning each when he or she began to know him well enough to see him as a man--a poverty-stricken man with his nerves frayed, in need of something cheaper and stronger than liquor. Ah, Celebrity, my old darling, he thought. Nardi sighed. For he knew: He had taken up with Intoxication and Notoriety, old bastard girls that they were, strictly for the sake of their being half sisters to the one whom he loved who had left him behind."

Just copying this passage from the book gives me the chills. Ah, to write with such beauty, power, insight, and compassion...


2. AAR Rachel left...
Saturday, 21 June 2008 7:53 pm :: http://grerp.blog-city.com/

Sherry - that *is* a fantastic piece of characterization; an excellent example of what makes Ivory such a wonderful writer.

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