As I’ve said many a time, I’ve been a fan of Georgette Heyer’s books most of my life. It started with These Old Shades when I was eleven, and I’ve never stopped reading and rereading her since. Her books are the reason I write Regency-era romances, because in many ways, I feel almost as if I grew up in the world she created, and it comes quite naturally to me.
The photo on the left is me showing a couple of my favorite Heyer books — the new editions because my old copies are so worn I’m worried they’ll fall apart. I’ve recently lent these to a friend, who to my surprise had never even heard of Heyer. (I was shocked!) She’s loving them, of course, and I’m envying her the discovery.
There’s a wonderful article here that explores some reasons why Heyer has never quite received the praise or fame that she deserves. It also asks “Why has Hollywood never discovered Heyer?” with which I heartily concur. (Thanks to Binnie Braunstein for passing it on.)
If you’re already fan of Heyer’s books, you should try reading Jennifer Kloester’s regular posts on Heyer’s books. Jen (who is a friend of mine) wrote the official biography of Georgette Heyer and is a walking, talking authority on everything Heyer. In these posts she deals with a different book each time — it’s not the usual review/interpretation of the book, you get the background of what Heyer was doing/thinking when she was writing it, using information, letters etc, and nots of snippets that Jen didn’t have room for in the biography. It’s fascinating stuff.
That’s Jen’s biography of Heyer on the right. Isn’t it a gorgeous photo of Heyer? There are lots more photos in the book, including one of the grass-roofed hut that Heyer lived in in Africa at one stage. And quite a few with various beloved dogs. Here’s one: