As a romance writer there is one
(alright maybe many) hard and fast rule that one must live by—at the end of the
80-100,000 tirelessly scribed words which might involve any combination of hero
and heroine archetypes in myriad plot devices, there MUST be a happy ever after.
This is as carved in stone as the tablets of Moses. End. Of. Story.
However, as a reader, I am never more stirred to depths of my being than by the sheer poignancy of sacrificial and even tragic love stories. You know, the kind that make you ransack the entire house for a box of Kleenex. And while my poor little heart can only stand this much emotion once in a blue moon, here is my own list of five of the most tragically romantic couples in history and mythology.
IV. PAOLO and FRANCESCA
However, as a reader, I am never more stirred to depths of my being than by the sheer poignancy of sacrificial and even tragic love stories. You know, the kind that make you ransack the entire house for a box of Kleenex. And while my poor little heart can only stand this much emotion once in a blue moon, here is my own list of five of the most tragically romantic couples in history and mythology.
I.
MARC
ANTONY and CLEOPATRA
Immortalized by "the
bard" is the true love story of Antony and Cleopatra derived from Plutarch's "Life of Mark Antony" We join his story as Cleopatra receives
Antony's summons to join him:
"She had faith in her own attractions, which, having formerly recommended her to Caesar and the young Pompey, she did not doubt might prove yet more successful with Antony... she was to meet Antony in the time of life when women's beauty is most splendid, and their intellects are in full maturity. She made great preparations for her journey, of money, gifts, and ornaments of value, such as so wealthy a kingdom might afford, but she brought with her surest hopes in her own magic arts and charms. ...she came sailing up the river Cydnus in a barge with gilded stern and outspread sails of purple, while oars of silver beat time to the music of flutes and fifes and harps. She herself lay all along, under a canopy of cloth of gold, dressed as Venus in a picture, and beautiful young boys, like painted Cupids, stood on each side to fan her. "
In a case of love at first site, the couple
was inseparable: "She played at dice with him, drank with him, hunted with
him; and when he exercised in arms, she was there to see."
The relationship between these
two powerful people put the country of Egypt in a powerful position and their
love affair outraged the Romans. Despite all, Anthony and Cleopatra wed. In the
most popular version, while fighting against the Romans, Antony is led to
believe Cleopatra has betrayed him and he falls on his sword. When Cleopatra
learns of his death, she commits suicide believing they will be reunited in the
afterlife.
II. TRISTAN and ISOLDE
This tragic love story has been
told and retold through various stories and manuscripts and served as
inspiration for the Arthur/ Lancelot/Guinevere love triangle in Thomas
Mallory's Morte D'Arthur.
Isolde (also Iseult) was the
daughter of the King of Ireland and betrothed to King Mark of Cornwall. When King Mark sends his nephew, Tristan to
escort his bride, the young couple falls helplessly in love. Though her marriage
to the king proceeds, the love affair
continues. Upon King Mark's discovery of
the betrayal there are a number of variations on the lover's fates, but all end
with Tristan dying of grief, thinking Isolde betrayed him, and Isolde dying in
a swoon over his corpse.
III. ORPHEUS and EURYDICE
Orpheus and Eurydice story is an
ancient Greek tale of desperate love. Orpheus was the son of one of the Muses
and a Thracian prince whose mother gave him the gift of music. Although the
Thracians were the most musical of all Greeks, Orpheus had no rival but the
gods alone. No one and nothing could resist him. Everything animate and
inanimate followed him. He moved the rocks on the hillside and turned the
courses of the rivers....
In the deep still woods upon the
Thracian mountains
Orpheus with his singing lyre led the trees,
Led the wild beasts of the wilderness.
Orpheus with his singing lyre led the trees,
Led the wild beasts of the wilderness.
Orpheus falls deeply in love with
Eurydice, a beautiful nymph but the god Aristaeus also desires her. While fleeing from Aristaeus, Eurydice runs into
a nest of snakes and is fatally bitten. In an anguish of grief, Orpheus is determined
to retrieve her back from death and undertakes a perilous journey to the
underworld. "with my song I will charm
Demeter's daughter, I will charm the Lord of the Dead, Moving their hearts with my melody. I will bear her away from Hades." Upon striking his lyre : "He
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, and made Hell grant what Love did seek."
Charmed by his music, Hades and
Persephone summon Eurydice and give her back to him upon the condition that he not
look back at her as she follows him into the upper world. As he steps joyfully
into the daylight, he looks back to ensure she still follows but it is too soon.
She fades back into the darkness with the faint word, "Farewell." In utter
desolation Orpheus forsakes all men to wander the wild solitudes of Thrace,
comfortless except for his lyre.
This true tale of ill-fated
lovers was made famous by Dante's "Divine Comedy."
Francesca da Rimini or Francesca
da Polenta (1255–1285) was the daughter of Guido da Polenta, lord of Ravenna who had
been at war with the Malatesta family. As part of a peace negotiation, Guido offers his
daughter Francesca to the Malatestan heir, Giovanni Malatesta(Gianciotto), son of Malatesta da Verucchio, lord of Rimini. Giovanni
was brave but deformed and knowing his daughter would refuse, the nuptials
proceed by proxy through Giovanni's handsome brother, Paolo.
Francesca falls in love with
Paolo, unaware of the deception until the morning after the wedding. According
to Dante, Francesca and Paolo became lovers after reading the story of Lancelot and Guinevere.
When the two lovers are discovered they are murdered by Gianciotto.
V. ABELARD and HELOISE
"You
know, beloved, as the whole world knows, how much I have lost in you, how at
one wretched stroke of fortune that supreme act of flagrant treachery robbed me
of my very self in robbing me of you; and how my sorrow for my loss is nothing
compared with what I feel for the manner in which I lost you." -Heloise
to Abelard
Peter
Abelard (1079-1142) was a French philosopher, considered one of the greatest
thinkers of the 12th century. Heloise (1101-1164) was the niece and
pride of Canon Fulbert. She was well-educated by her uncle in Paris.
"Her
uncle's love for her was equaled only by his desire that she should have the
best education which he could possibly procure for her. Of no mean beauty, she
stood out above all by reason of her abundant knowledge of letters." -Abelarde speaking of Heloise
In twelfth century Paris, the
intellectually gifted young Heloise, the niece of Notre Dame’s Canon Fulbert,
strives for knowledge, truth and the answer to the question of human existence.
Abelard is deemed the only teacher in Paris to provide the education that she
seeks. Though twenty years her senior, Abelard is completely enamored by
Heloise for she is not only beautiful but his intellectual equal. Theirs is a passion
impossible to resist. They become so spiritually and intellectually entwined
that neither can defy their physical desires.
When Heloise becomes pregnant, they
flee for Brittany, Abelard’s place of birth. Though the couple are
secretly wed, they discover Fulbert’s plot to ruin Abelard and keep Heloise for
himself. Heloise escapes to the convent at
Argenteuil but Fulbert has his servants castrate Abelard while he sleeps. Knowing
they can never again be together, Abelard becomes a monk and devotes his life
to learning. The heartbroken Heloise becomes a nun. Despite their separations
and tribulations, Abelard and Heloise remain in love. Six hundred years later Josephine
Bonaparte was so moved by their story that she ordered their remains to be entombed
together at Pére Lachaise cemetery in Paris. Although they were forever parted in life, their poignant love letters survive the centuries.
I can't stand sad endings. So...
ReplyDeleteThe real ending is that Fulbert's servants only did a half a job on Abelhard. When he discovers the oversights, he retires to the coast and in the medieval equivalent of the witness protection program, he and Heloise have a half dozen brilliant kids and write immortal poetry.
For Orpheus, the sound of his musical grief is so distracting to the gods that they petition Hades for a Do Over, and this time, the dude sings to his beloved, "Are your still with me?" and she sings back, "I will be with you always." They get an Ancient Greek top forty hit out of it, and make beautiful music for the rest of their lives (no mighty lyre needed).
Anybody have an idea for Tony and Cleo?
I agree with Grace Burrowes. I hate sad endings,give me a happy everafter, anyday. Although, I realize that is not always possible in the real world.Wonderful post Emery.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing and thanks Grace for sharing. I so enjoy historicals.
AprilR
@Grace- New book idea. You will just have to use this post as inspiration to write their new endings. I'll read it! LOL!
ReplyDeleteEmery,
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting blog! I have to chuckle reading Grace's response, though. I must take her side on this issue. I, too, like to rewrite the endings so they are happy. :)
I prefer a happily ever after too!!! Romeo & Juliet drive me bonkers with their miscommunications.... and Scarlett & Rhett, we read the whole darn book, she finally gets a clue and he leaves?! Argh! ;)
ReplyDeleteFun blog, btw!
Hi, Emery!
ReplyDeleteThis was a lovely post!
It's a reminder that, for every happy ending, there's one (real or fiction) that ends tragically -- which makes the HEA all the more precious.
(I love the title.)
In contemporary fiction, Atonement by Ian McEwan comes to mind -- tragic lovers and WW2.
Emery, this is a great post. But I can't stand sad endings either. lol Give me a HEA any day. :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes I do like a sad ending. I'm a sucker for a good cry, but if I find myself thinking about it later, I tend to rewrite it happily.
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