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To the shrews who won’t be tamed
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Four Months Later
Acknowledgments
Excerpt from Always Never Yours
Chapter One
Chapter Two
About the Author
One
“BITCH.”
I hear the word under Autumn Carey’s breath behind me. I guess I
earned it by daring to walk ahead of her to reach the dining hall door.
I cut her off while she was examining her reflection in her phone’s
camera, trying to decide if her new bangs were a bad choice. Which
they were. Part of me wants to whirl around and tell Autumn I don’t
have the entirety of lunch to walk behind her, but I don’t.
Instead, I tilt my head just enough to tell Autumn I heard her, but
I don’t care enough to respond. I have things to do. Autumn’s not
remarkable enough in any way to hold my attention, and I’ve been
called that name often enough, under enough breaths, for it not to
hurt. Not from a girl like her. It’s hardly an uncommon thought here.
Cameron Bright’s a bitch.
I throw open the door and walk outside. The sun sparkles on the
fountain in the heart of the courtyard, encircled by low hedges and
lunch tables. It’s about a billion degrees out because it’s September,
when Los Angeles gets apocalyptically hot. I head for the stairway to
the second-story patio, under the red-tiled roofs and cream-colored
arches of the school’s mission architecture.
I notice heads turn in my direction. The girls watch me with half
worship and half resentment, the boys with intrigue. In their
defense, I do realize I’m . . . well, hot. I’m a natural blonde, and I
have the body that comes with running six miles a day.
A sophomore girl stares from the railing with the undisguised
interest of someone who doesn’t realize she’s been noticed. I give her
a what? glance, and she drops her eyes, her cheeks reddening.
I’m popular. I don’t entirely know why. I’m hardly our school’s
only hot girl, and it’s not like I’m rich. I’m not. My dad is, but he’s
lived in Philadelphia since the year I was born, which is not a
coincidence. He sends a check for my tuition and my mom’s rent,
and nothing else. And I’m not popular because my parents have won
Oscars or played for sold-out stadiums or were groupies for Steven
Tyler. My mom could be considered an actress, but strictly of the
washed-up, C-list variety. She had roles in a couple of commercials
and stage plays when I was in elementary school. From there, it’s
been a downward trajectory to watching daytime soaps on the couch
and job searching on the internet.
I’m uninteresting among my classmates, honestly. Beaumont Prep
—the top-ranked, priciest private school on the West Coast—is full of
the children of the rich and famous. Actresses, entrepreneurs,
athletes, musicians.
Then there’s me. I live forty minutes away in Koreatown. I drive a
Toyota I’m pretty certain predates the Clinton presidency. I don’t set
trends or post photos of myself on Instagram that get thousands of
likes around the world.
Yet I’m popular. Undeniably and unquestionably.
I find our usual table overlooking the courtyard. Everyone knows
the second-story patio is ours, the best view to see and be seen. No
one’s here yet, which gives me the opportunity to pull my notebook
from my bag and write down a quick list, organizing my thoughts.
To Do 9/8
1. Pick up peer-reviewed Wharton essay
2. Conditioning run
3. Econ homework
I know there’s a fourth item. I’m itching to remember it, and it’s
not coming. I use lists to unwind because I get edgy when things feel
disorganized and out of my control. The way I feel right now, trying
to remember the final thing I have to do today—
“You could come over tonight . . .” croons an obnoxious male
voice, unmistakably Jeff Mitchel’s. Two bags drop to the ground at
the table behind me. I roll my eyes as a female voice replies.
“You’re not going to Rebecca’s party?” The girl’s tone is bashful
and obviously flirtatious. I wince. Jeff Mitchel is the worst. Rich,
spoiled, and just attractive enough to make him insufferably entitled.
He gets straight Ds, smokes pot instead of going to class, and enjoys
impressing girls by “treating” them to five-hundred-dollar dinners at
Daddy’s restaurant.
“Not if you’re coming over,” Jeff replies. I hear fabric rustling,
telling me there’s been physical contact. Of what form, I don’t want
to know. But I have a list to finish, which won’t happen with this
playing out behind me.
Gritting my teeth, I round on the two of them.
I find Jeff in his popped-collar glory, one hand on the white-
jeaned knee of Bethany Bishop. Bethany, who’s had her heart broken
by nearly every one of Beaumont’s dumbasses of record, a string of
careless rich guys and philandering athletes. I have neither the time
nor the inclination to watch this one cross the starting line.
“Really?” I drag my eyes to Bethany. “You’re flirting with him
now?”
Bethany flushes, glaring indignantly. “No one asked your
opinion.”
“You just got dumped.” I ignore her. “The whole school knew. You
ugly-cried by your locker for weeks. I’m not interested in having to
walk past that again on my way to Ethics every day, and Jeff’s a
worse guy than your ex—”
“Hey,” Jeff cuts in.
I fire him a glare. “Don’t get me started on you.” I turn back to
Bethany. “Honestly, you’re decently attractive. I mean, your
wardrobe needs updating, and you have a really annoying laugh. But
all things considered, you’re a six-point-five for Beaumont. Jeff”—I
fling my hand in his direction—“is a two. You could be doing way
better,” I tell her encouragingly.
Bethany grabs her bag. “Screw you, Cameron.” She walks off in a
huff, not realizing the huge favor I’ve done her.
Nobody ever does. When they’re not calling me bitch, people have
told me I’m overly honest. I know. I know I am. When you grow up
with a dad like mine, whose unwaveringly direct commentary came
with every one of the rare visits and phone calls we’ve had
throughout my childhood, it’s just an instinct. He’s never wrong,
either, even when his words hurt. Which they do—I know he’s a jerk.
But he’s a successful jerk, with Fortune 500 profiles and penthouses
on two continents. With every critique he’s given me, I could wither
under his words and feel inferior or I could rise to them and become
a better version of myself. I’ve always appreciated his honesty for
that.
Bethany clearly sees things differently.
“What the hell?” Jeff asks, irritated. “Bethany was one hundred
percent going to put out. You owe me.”
“Please. You owe me the ten minutes of my life I’ll never get back.”
He eyes me, his expression changing. His raised eyebrow makes
me gag. “I could give you ten minutes,” he says in a voice he must
imagine is seductive.
“I’d rather die.”
“Damn, Cameron,” he says. “You need to loosen up. Do the world
a favor and get yourself laid. If you keep up this ice-queen routine,
eventually there won’t be a guy left who’d do the job.”
“As long as you’re first on that list.” I’m ready for this
conversation to be over.
“You don’t mean that. Come on, you’re coming to Ska¯ra tonight,
right? I’ll be there. We could—”
But I don’t hear whatever it is Jeff Mitchel wishes we could do
tonight, because his offer, while thoroughly disgusting, reminds me
of the missing item on my list. I return to my notebook and start
writing.
As the kingdom changed its king at the death of each monarch, the
country swayed from Catholicism to Protestantism and back again,
and many a poet and musician lost his head or was burnt at the stake
because he wrote for the Protestant Church. In the case of Marbeck
who had made music for the Book of Common Prayer, he just
escaped death for the crime of writing a Bible concordance (an
index)!
Before Wynken de Worde’s song book came out, William Caxton,
the great printer, published a book called Polychronicon by Higden.
In this, was an account of Pythagoras and his discovery of tone
relations (Chapter IV); this proves the great interest in England for
the science, as well as the art, of music.
In Frederick J. Crowest’s book, The Story of the Art of Music, he
tells very simply the state of music in England at this time:
“When the adventurous Henry VIII plunged into and
consummated (completed) the reformation scheme, it was at the
expense of considerable inconvenience to musicians obliged,
perforce, to change their musical manners as well as their faith. In
double quick time the old ecclesiastical (church) music had to be cast
aside, and new church music substituted.... This meant pangs and
hardships to the musicians, possibly not too industrious, accustomed
to the old state of things. Simplicity, too, was the order, a change that
must have made musicians shudder when they, like others before
them, from the time of Okeghem, had regarded the Mass as the
natural and orthodox (correct) vehicle for the display of the
contrapuntal miracles they wrought.”
Now the Mass became the “Service,” and the motet was turned
into the “Anthem,” which we still use in our churches. Most of the
famous composers of the 16th and 17th centuries in England wrote
for the new Anglican or Protestant Church, and made the new music
lovely indeed. Many of them were organists or singers in the Chapel
Royal, so they had been well prepared for their work.
To make this new music different from the old, the writers were
ordered to fit every syllable with a chord (in the harmonic style). In
the old counterpoint, of course, the words were somewhat blurred.
These experiments with chords did much to free music for all time.
One of the earliest of the church composers is Thomas Tallis
(about 1520–1585), a “Gentleman of the Chapel Royal” and father of
English cathedral music. Through his long career, Tallis followed the
different religions of the rulers from Henry VIII to Elizabeth, writing
Catholic music or Protestant as was needed. You see he liked his
head, so he changed his music with each new monarch. He, like some
of the composers of the Netherlands school, wrote a motet for forty
voices.
He shared with his pupil, William Byrd, the post of organist of the
Chapel Royal, and together they opened a shop “to print and sell
music, also to rule, print and sell music paper for twenty-one years”
under a patent granted by Queen Elizabeth to them only. How
successful the two composers were in the publishing business is not
stated, but at least they could publish as many of their own works as
they cared to! After Tallis’ death, in 1585, for a while Byrd ran the
shop alone, and published a collection of Psalms, Sonets, and Songs
of Sadness and Pietie. In this was written “Eight reasons briefly set
down by the Author (Byrd) to persuade every one to learn to sing” to
which he added:
Since singing is so goode a thing
I wish all men would learne to sing.
Famous Old Music Collections
England was the land of famous music collections in the 16th and
17th centuries. The first of these by Byrd was a book of Italian
Madrigals with English words, Musica Transalpina, (Music from
across the Alps). The entire title was (Don’t laugh!): “Musica
Transalpina; Madrigals translated of foure, five, and sixe parts,
chosen out of diuers excellent Authors, with the first and second part
of La Virginella, made by Maister Byrd vpon two Stanz’s of Ariosto
and brought to speak English with the rest. Published by N. Yonge, in
fauer of such as take pleasure in Musick of voices. Imprinted at
London by Thomas Easy, the assigne of William Byrd, 1588. Cum
Privilegio Regise Maiestatis (With permission of her Royal
Majesty).” A long title and one that would not make a book a
“bestseller” today! Do notice how they mixed u’s and v’s and put in
e’s where you least expect them!
There were fifty-seven madrigals in the long titled collection
including the two by “Maister Byrd”; the others were by the Italian
and Netherland madrigal writers, such as Palestrina, Orlandus
Lassus and Ferabosco, a composer of masques and madrigals, who
lived for years in England.
Byrd’s compositions in this work mark the beginning of the great
English school of madrigals, which were so lovely that this period
(1560 to 1650) was called the “Golden Age.”
The Golden Age of Madrigals
Another most valuable collection was for many years called Queen
Elizabeth’s Virginal Book, but is now the Fitzwilliam Virginal Book,
and the original manuscript is in the Fitzwilliam museum at
Cambridge. It was supposed to have been “Good Queen Bess’” book,
but it was not, as some of its compositions were composed after her
death. It is not known who copied 220 pages of music, but it may
have been a wealthy Roman Catholic, Francis Tregian, who spent
twenty-four years in prison on account of his religious faith. This
name, abbreviated or in initials, is found in several places in the
manuscript. An edition in our notation has been made by J. A. Fuller
Maitland and W. Barclay Squire. Many of the old songs of English
minstrelsy are found among the numbers, and they were arranged
for the instrument by the famous composers of that day. There are
also original compositions as well as “ayres” and variations. Among
the composers we find Dr. John Bull, Thomas Morley, William Byrd,
Orlando Gibbons, Giles Farnaby, Richard Farnaby, Thomas Tallis,
Jan Sweelinck, the Dutch organist, and many others. Here are some
of the quaint titles: St. Thomas’ Wake, King’s Hunt, The Carman’s
Whistle, The Hunt’s Up, Sellonger’s Round, Fortune My Foe, Pawles
Warfe, Go from My Window, Bonny Sweet Robin, besides many
Pavanes, Galiardes, Fantasias, and Preludiums.
There is also a collection of Byrd’s virginal music called My Lady
Nevell’s Booke. Lady Nevell may have been a pupil of Byrd. There are
two collections of this same kind at Buckingham Palace, the home of
the King of England,—Will Forster’s Virginal Book and Benjamin
Cosyn’s Virginal Book. In the index of the latter, we read: “A table of
these Lessons following made and sett forth by Ben Cos.” In all, he
copied more than 90 compositions!
Later came John Playford, music publisher, whose first musical
publication, The English Dancing-Master (1650), contains almost a
hundred old folk tunes. Select Musical Ayres appeared three years
later, and is a typical 17th century song collection of first-class poems
by Jonson, Dryden and others set to music by well-known
composers. His book on the theory of music, used for almost a
century, contained “lessons” for the viol, the cithern and flageolet.
His Dancing Master, a collection of airs for violin for country
dances, has brought to us many popular ballad tunes and dance airs
of the period.
In these collections we often find the names Fancies, Fantazia, or
Fantasies, a type of composition that grew out of the madrigal and
led to the sonata. It was the name given to the first compositions for
instruments alone like the ricercari of the Italians, which were
original compositions and not written on a given subject (called in
England “ground”), or on a folk song. The Fancies were sometimes
written for the virginal, and sometimes for groups of instruments
such as a “chest of viols” or even five cornets(!).
The Chest of Viols
“Chest of Viols” may sound queer to you, but it isn’t! It was the
custom in England at that time for people to have collections of
instruments in or out of chests. So, when callers came they could
play the viol, instead, probably of bridge! You can read about these
interesting old days in Samuel Pepys’ Diary. He played the lute, the
viol, the theorbo, the flageolet, the recorder (a kind of flute) and the
virginal, and he was the proud owner of a chest of viols. He always
carried his little flageolet with him in his pocket, and he says that
while he was waiting in a tavern for a dish of poached eggs, he played
his flageolet, also that he remained in the garden late playing the
flageolet in the moonlight. (Poetic Pepys!)
Thomas Morley, Byrd’s pupil, who was made a partner in the
publishing house after Tallis’s death, wrote his madrigals for virginal,
and a collection called First Book of Consort Lessons for Six
Instruments, Lute, Pandora, Cittern (an old English form of guitar),
Bass Viol, Flute, and Treble Viol, and much sacred music. He also
wrote a Plaine and Easie Introduction to Practical Musick, a book of
great value and interest to musicians for the last three centuries, for
it is a mirror of his time and of his fellow composers.
He tells of a gentleman, who, after dinner, was asked by his
hostess to sing from the music she gave him. It was the custom in
England to bring out the music books after dinner and for the guests
to play and sing, as we wind up our graphophones and switch on the
radio. The gentleman stammeringly declared that he could not sing
at sight and “everyone began to wonder; yea, some whispered to
others, demanding how he was brought up.” He was so ashamed of
his ignorance that he immediately took music lessons to remedy his
woeful lack of culture. This proves that musical education was not
looked upon as a luxury but a necessity in the 17th century.
Truly, it was a musical era, this time of Morley and Byrd! Fancy
playing, while waiting for the barber, the viol, flute, lute, cittern, or
virginal left for that purpose. Yet what would our dentist do today if
he had to listen to a saxophone and jazz chorus from his waiting
room? In those days, too, there was always a bass viol left in a
drawing-room for the guest, to pass the time, waiting for the host to
appear. Think of all the practising you could do waiting for the busy
dentist or eternally late hostess!
The children of people who were poor, were taught music to make
them fit to be “servants, apprentices or husbandmen.” Laneham, a
groom who had been brought up in the royal stable, was advanced to
the post of guarding the door of the council chamber and this is how
he described his qualifications for the job: “Sometimes I foot it with
dancing; now with my gittern, and else my cittern, then at the
virginals (ye know nothing comes amiss to me); then carol I up a
song withal; that by-and-by they come flocking about me like bees to
honey; and ever they cry, ‘Another, good Laneham, another!’” (From
The Story of Minstrelsy by Edmundstoune Duncan.)
Shakespeare and Music
This was the day in which Shakespeare lived, and from his plays
we get a very good idea of the popular music of his time, for he used
bits of folk songs and old ballads. It was a Lover and his Lass from
As You Like It was set to music by Thomas Morley, and is one of the
few songs written to Shakespeare’s words in his own day that has
come down to us. In Twelfth Night there is O Mistress Mine, Hold
thy Peace, Peg-a-Ramsey, O, London is a Fine Town, Three Merry
Men be We, and the Clown’s song:
Hey! Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does, etc.
The last of the great 17th century English composers, and the
greatest of them all, is Henry Purcell (1658–1695). His father was a
well-known musician, and the uncle, who brought him up, was also a
musician, so the young boy heard much music in his own home, and
no doubt knew many composers.
Sir Frederick Bridge in Twelve Good Musicians tells us that the
Purcell family came from Tipperary in Ireland and that Henry’s
father and uncle were Gentlemen in the Chapel Royal in London.
Henry began his music studies at the age of six, for he, too, was one
of “Captain Cooke’s boys,” and when he was twelve years old,
“Maister Purcell” wrote a composition in honor of “His Majestie’s
Birthday.”
The young Purcell, sometimes called the “English Mozart,” gained
much from Pelham Humphrey who told him of Lully in France. After
Humphrey’s early death (he was only twenty-seven), Purcell studied
with Dr. Blow, and the two musicians were devoted comrades. Their
tombs lie close together near the old entrance of the organ loft,
where they must have spent many hours of their lives.
Matthew Locke was also a friend of Purcell’s, and probably did
much to interest the young composer in the drama, for in spite of his
early church training, Purcell’s greatest offering to English music was
his opera writing. While Purcell’s are not operas in our sense of the
word, they are the nearest thing to them that England had, before the
Italians came with theirs in the 18th century. He wrote music to
masques and plays, several of which were even called operas, yet
only one really was an opera. Purcell’s music “was so far in advance
of anything of the sort known in any part of Europe in his day, in
point of dramatic and musical freedom and scenic quality, that one
can only regret his early death’s preventing his taking to opera
writing on a larger scale.” (W. F. Apthorp.) Among the things he put
to music were the plays of Dryden and of Beaumont and Fletcher.
Purcell was one of the first English composers to use Italian
musical terms, like adagio, presto, largo, etc. He was also one of the
first composers to write compositions of three or four movements for
two violins, ’cello and basso continuo, a part written for harpsichord
or sometimes organ as an accompaniment to the other instruments.
The name of this style of composition also came from the Italian, and
was called Sonata. The first sonatas were composed by Italians. The
word Sonata comes from an Italian word suonare which means to
sound, and was first given to works for instruments. Another form of
composition is the Cantata, from cantare which means to sing. It is a
vocal composition with accompaniment of instruments, a direct
descendant of the motet and madrigal, and of the early oratorios.
The Toccata, too, comes from the Italian toccare, meaning to
touch, and was originally a work for instruments with keyboards.
The Italian language gave us our musical names and terms, because
Italian music was the model of what good music should be, and
England, France and Germany copied Italian ways of composing.
Everyone uses the Italian terms for musical expressions so that all
nationalities can understand them.
When Purcell was only 17 years old, he composed an opera to be
played by young ladies in a boarding school. This was Dido and
Æneas, and it is so good that few writers on musical subjects believe
that it was written in his youth.
In every branch of composition in which Purcell wrote, he excelled.
His church music is the finest of his day, his chamber music and his
operas are looked upon as works of genius. In fact, he is still
considered the most gifted of all English composers.
He was only 37 when he died, and was a very great loss to the
growth of English music.
Music Comes of Age