I read this book for two reasons: First, because I was given an advanced copy to read and publish a fair review of the book prior to its release in September 2021. Second, it is a book I read for the 2021 ATY Reading Challenge Week 40: a book with flowers and greenery on the cover.
Molly Peacock, the author of this book, is also a poet. This book is the second biography I have read by her. I think that most biographies should be written by poets. Why? The depth of their written vocabulary, the beauty of their expressive vocabulary, and the ability to convey deep, rich ideas with a minimum of words make for a very enjoyable read, indeed. When I read things like this: She painted blowsy, sensuous, billowing roses trapped at the necks in vases as if they were silk-gowned beauties grabbed by their corsets. I wanted to find a big, comfy chair in which to curl, as I savored the word pictures Molly Peacock painted of Mary Hiester Reid's life.
Also, I think Molly only writes about Marys(tongue in cheek), because she can really relate to them. With this book, she has now written about Mary Delany, Mary Hiester Reid, and Mary Evelyn Wrinch... That serves her well because she is able to not only extensively research the life and times of her subjects, but also to crawl into their skins. MHR is ephemeral, but due to the many parallels in their lives, Molly "knows" her inside out. Such a life was led by MHR...a life without too many boundaries, a life of freedoms. A life that allowed her creativity to flourish. A life in which she was an artist, a wife, a muse, an explorer, a traveler, a learner, a teacher, and a manager. As an artist, she paints her passions and is constantly growing and developing. She paints her life and her world; her marriage and her health. It is an exciting life, in which she tears down barriers that the society of men have erected to control women. And, George, her husband, helped her; raising her up and supporting her growth. But, as in all marriages, their relationship was not always easy and then, there was that other Mary.
Find a cozy corner, curl up, and read. You'll love it.