Alexander Chee - The Queen of the Night

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Lilliet Berne is a sensation of the Paris Opera, a legendary soprano with every accolade except an original role, every singer’s chance at immortality. When one is finally offered to her, she realizes with alarm that the libretto is based on a hidden piece of her past. Only four could have betrayed her: one is dead, one loves her, one wants to own her. And one, she hopes, never thinks of her at all. As she mines her memories for clues, she recalls her life as an orphan who left the American frontier for Europe and was swept up into the glitzy, gritty world of Second Empire Paris. In order to survive, she transformed herself from hippodrome rider to courtesan, from empress’s maid to debut singer, all the while weaving a complicated web of romance, obligation, and political intrigue.
Featuring a cast of characters drawn from history,
follows Lilliet as she moves ever closer to the truth behind the mysterious opera and the role that could secure her reputation — or destroy her with the secrets it reveals.

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When I say I suspected Euphrosyne, I mean it was quite possible she knew Simonet well and that the salon I’d heard him at was hers. I expected no treachery from her, except that perhaps Simonet had been her lover and she had said too much. I could imagine him in her bed, writing down everything she said of me, the story not quite her story of me, but his crude drawing of what she knew of me embellished.

The next available Monday, I went and presented myself, was admitted, and waited to be received by her in her reception hall. All seemed to be as it had always been. The hall was still made of white marble and sparely decorated with classical sculptures. When she ran to me, embracing me and kissing me, dressed in some new beautiful lilac chiffon gown, her shoulders bare except for a collar of diamonds, she was a vision, as beautiful as she had always been. I said as much, and complimented her on the gown. She winked at me and said, You. You’ll need your compliments. Come with me, you terrible girl, you have something to tell me, and she then pulled me from the gathering crowd into her empty library.

I have heard you are getting married! she said, as she shut the door. I cannot believe you, that I had to hear it this way from someone else. Who is it? Is it really the tenor at the Paris Opera?

I only laughed, stunned. And then after a pause, during which I said nothing from shock, she said, Ah. I cannot believe I was tricked like this. Of course, you would have written at once.

At once, I said. I would have run to your side. No letter at all. And I would have asked you to tell me it was madness. Where did you hear this? I asked.

In the press! She called out for her maid to bring her the day’s paper and then showed me a column by an opera reviewer who said he had heard I was rejecting roles out of the fear that my voice was cursed. His column in Le Figaro was mockingly referred to as Mon Vieux because all of his sources for gossip were simply called mon vieux. I have this on good word from my old friend, who says he believes she may not really be cursed but is, in fact, leaving the stage to marry, and he suspects it is, at last, her longtime costar, a tenor of the Paris Opera.

Absurd, I said. Even ridiculous. Not a word of this is true.

And who could marry you? Euphrosyne said. It would be like trying to marry the wind.

You’ll forgive me if I cannot stay, I said. Of course, I knew exactly what was meant by the rumor, though I couldn’t say so — to do so would be to spread it again even, or perhaps especially, to Euphrosyne.

You cannot let this rumor of your marriage put you into hiding, Euphrosyne said, grabbing my hand and holding me, laughing. It’s not as if it’s a shameful thing to marry… and she became distracted for a moment by her own thoughts. Her eyes lit and she looked around the music room. Come, she said, and she walked me to her garden.

I cannot stay, love. I must go home and write to him at once, I said.

I will throw a ball in your honor, she said, and you will sing and publicly denounce the rumor at the evening’s end. Including the curse. Or is the curse real?

No, it’s too much, I said. I will simply take Mon Vieux up on one of his many offers to dine with him, I said. And correct him in person.

I will. I will, she said, not listening to me at all. I could never stop her.

I was thinking the ball should be in honor of your appearance in Faust and your return to Paris — I have missed you! In fact, the Cave of Queens and Courtesans will be our theme, the fifth act ballet, which I adore. I will be Eugénie, you can be the Queen of the Night. And you can perform her song, “The Vengeance of Hell Boils in My Heart,” she said. She looked ecstatic. I was about to explain to her that Astarte in Faust was not the Queen of the Night, but I hesitated — I knew the news would disappoint her. And yet, the Queen of the Night, this was not in my Fach .

The curse is not real, my dear, yes? This is also a rumor?

Of course, I said. And, of course, the ball will be perfect. You are too good to me. Thank you. Here, a present for you.

I had almost forgotten my little mission. I handed her the book wrapped in paper. She giggled as she held it aloft. How wonderful, she said, as she unwrapped it. I do not know it! Her eyes showed real surprise, real delight. She was innocent.

I kissed her on her cheeks, and then she held my hand as we walked toward the door. I will make excuses for you, she said, gesturing to the room. It will be incredible. Worth will make all of our costumes, she said. Incredible.

I rushed home.

I was sure I could still undo what I had done.

The newspaper column told me a story of the last few days. I was chagrined to think of Verdi and his wife dining with Mon Vieux and telling tales while I had been lost in my fears and memories. I wrote a note to the Verdis.

Please excuse me a moment’s foolishness at dinner. I am too superstitious. I have found a saint’s bone charm and will defy my curse, and am happy to make room in my schedule for I Masnadieri .

A moment’s foolishness, but I knew only too well what that foolishness could cost me.

The opera world pardoned a soprano’s excesses so often that she could imagine all would be pardoned, but once she did, she would find herself lost. Not all could be or would be forgiven, at least not by opera house managers and composers, much less audiences. I feared the news of the curse would render me a pariah, and all my work would vanish.

All I had wanted was the time to consider this offer, and if I rejected it, a way to find some peace with it, and so I had made my little lie. Perhaps you can imagine the despair I felt then, to find this lie of mine racing on ahead of me, and my arriving just after it had moved on, undoing the latches of my life.

§

We had an old oath, Euphrosyne and I. Sworn to each other in the first days of our friendship, solemn as a betrothal. She was the closest thing I’d had to a husband.

I met her fifteen years previous, as we waited together for the omnibus. I had seen her a few times at this stop but had never found a way to speak to her despite my fascination. I remember this day was like all the other nights and days I’d seen her except it was even darker, and as there was only a little light from a street lamp, I was glad I was not alone.

She looked spent, her eyes shadowy, sooty, and so still that at first I thought she was asleep, perhaps from too much drink. When she did move her eyes, it startled me, and her glance made me look at whatever drew her attention.

Her skin was slightly sallow, and she was not pretty, but she exerted a nearly violent need for your attention. Her cloud of hair was like smoke. She was wearing an enormous cancan skirt, the biggest I’d ever seen, filling the seats to either side of her on the bench as she slumped rakishly, her half-lidded eyes watching something directly ahead of her, something only she could see.

Euphrosyne’s skirts were hiked up over her knees — she was cooling herself in the night air after a night of dancing. I took in her shoes, the dark leather and bright red laces, the toes of the shoes like smirks and the high heels like stems or talons. They were cancan shoes. I’d never seen them before and so I stared at them. I’d never seen anything for women before that looked so beautiful and dangerous and ordinary at the same time, and so I wanted them immediately.

I tried to think of how to speak with her, how to ask her about her shoes.

The police are so lazy, she said then, surprising me.

Are they? I asked.

Yes, she said. Here they are. They do nothing. I don’t know what they do. The Berlin police, now, they are not so lazy.

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