Some of the founding fathers’ wives—sometimes called the “founding mothers”—were inspirational, even heroic. (See: Abigail Adams, Dolley Madison.) Some were pitiable and even tragic. (See: Patrick Henry’s first wife, Sarah.)
Martha Jefferson would probably fall into the latter category. Unfortunately, she left very little impression on the historical record. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles, particularly when your husband is Thomas Jefferson.
That’s not to say her life didn’t matter, or that Jefferson didn’t adore her (he did, by all accounts). It just means that we see her through rose-colored glasses. Fuzzy rose-colored glasses, at that, because Jefferson—infamously an intensely private man—burned all their letters after she died.
Therefore, there’s not much to go on when it comes to, you know, writing a novel.
I’m sure it seemed like a good idea at the time, and it’s an admirable effort on Roberta Grimes’. She clearly did a good deal of research, and it isn’t her fault that there’s so little of Martha to research. Perhaps she looked forward to using artistic license to fill in the gaps in the historical record. Who knows.
I do know that Jefferson probably burned their letters to keep his married life as private as possible—and here it is in all its fictionalized glory. If memory serves, Ms. Grimes alleges that he burned them to protect Martha’s memory because she wrote, I don’t know, racy things to him or something…? It was weird.
Also, it’s pretty clear that she thinks Martha died because—forgive me—her husband couldn’t keep it in his pants and kept getting her pregnant. Her many pregnancies probably didn’t help her ill health, but as they say, it takes two to tango.
Overall, this was a decent effort, but if you’re going to write about a Jefferson woman, maybe Martha Jefferson Randolph—his daughter—would be a better choice. She not only lived through the Revolution, but accompanied her father to Paris and served as his First Lady (when Dolley Madison wasn’t filling in).
And if you just want to write about a founding mother, Abigail Adams was fabulous. Now talk about a life worthy of a novel. (I just really love her. Sorry.)