Sometimes a story insists on being told in a particular
way. When I started work on The Poison Bed I had published four novels about historical
women embroiled in the dangerous power play of the Tudor and Elizabethan
courts. The place and time of their setting was defined by jeopardy, when those
who stepped out of lived under the threat of execution. These novels certainly
had elements of the political thriller; but my aim in writing them was
primarily to shine a light on these remarkable and half-forgotten women.
I had assumed I would take a similar approach when
writing about the infamous beauty Frances Howard. A contemporary portrait shows
her looking out at the viewer with a knowing half-smile. Her gaze is unusually
direct, seeming to challenge the prevailing notion that women of her time
should be seen and not heard. This image captivated me and when I dug into her
story, discovering that she was at the heart of a scandal that rocked the
Jacobean court right up to its highest echelons, I knew I wanted to explore her
life and the notorious murder trial in which she became ensnared.
The Jacobean period was an age steeped in paranoia
with divided political and religious loyalties, giving rise to some of the
bloodiest dramas ever staged. I only had to think of Othello, Macbeth and The
Duchess of Malfi, with their themes of revenge, power and manipulation to
understand that the atmosphere of my novel would be dark and fraught with
tension and danger. Central to Jacobean tragedy is the figure of the disruptive
female. Clever, mysterious and
dangerous, these women seemed to me the forerunners to the femmes fatales of classic
noir films. Invariably in Jacobean tragedy a woman is blamed for the collapse
of moral order in much the same way as Frances Howard was blotted by the
scandal that surrounded her.
On researching her story, it seemed clear to me
that the Howards had used Frances as a pawn for their political ambitions. The
Howards were a powerful and ruthless bunch who saw an opportunity to align
themselves closely to the King by marrying Frances off to the royal favourite Robert
Carr. Carr was a man on the rise but the proposed marriage was not a
straightforward business, because Frances already had a husband. Behaving much
like a mafia don, the Howard paterfamilias negotiated an annulment which
initiated the beginnings of the scandal Frances became caught in. But then a
man who had vehemently opposed the annulment was found dead, poisoned whilst imprisoned
in the Tower of London, and the newlyweds found themselves under arrest.
The more I explored the historical record, the
more I came to understand that the circumstances of this murder were considerably
more complex than they first seemed. There were several people in very high
places for whom the death might have been most convenient. It seemed possible,
probably even, that there had been a cover-up and various plea bargains that
obscured the real circumstances of the case. The truth remained frustratingly
elusive and I came to see, in a light-bulb moment, that the only way to recount
Frances’s story was to place this crime, with all its untied ends, right at its
heart.
It became clear that Frances and Robert would each
narrate their separate stories, so the reader could understand the circumstances
of this controversial marriage from two differing perspectives. In my mind it
had become a tale of Jacobean noir, dependent on a central femme fatale,
intricate plotting, pace and the meticulous, slow release of information. As
such it had more in common with its contemporary cousin, the twisty, domestic
psychological page-turner, than the historical court novel I had initially
imagined. I had no choice but to write it as a thriller.
Now I have turned to the dark side it would seem there
is no going back and I am working on a companion piece to The Poison Bed, a
revenge thriller, inspired by another true crime, called The Honey and the
Sting, to be published next year.
The Poison Bed by E. C. Fremantle will be
published in hardback by Michael Joseph on 14th June.
A Marriage.
A Murder. One of them did it. Which of them will die for it? In the autumn of
1615 scandal rocks the Jacobean court when a celebrated couple are imprisoned
on suspicion of murder. She is young, captivating and from a notorious family.
He is one of the richest and most powerful men in the kingdom. Some believe she
is innocent; others think her wicked or insane. He claims no knowledge of the
murder. The king suspects them both, though it is his secret at stake. Who is
telling the truth? Who has the most to lose? And who is willing to commit
murder?
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