The Spymistress by Jennifer ChiaveriniThe Spymistress by Jennifer Chiaverini

The Spymistress

byJennifer Chiaverini

Hardcover | May 5, 2016

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New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Chiaverini is back with another enthralling historical novel set during the Civil War era, this time inspired by the life of “a true Union woman as true as steel” who risked everything by caring for Union prisoners of war — and stealing Confederate secrets.

Born to slave-holding aristocracy in Richmond, Virginia, and educated by Northern Quakers, Elizabeth Van Lew was a paradox of her time. When her native state seceded in April 1861, Van Lew’s convictions compelled her to defy the new Confederate regime. Pledging her loyalty to the Lincoln White House, her courage would never waver, even as her wartime actions threatened not only her reputation, but also her life.

Van Lew’s skills in gathering military intelligence were unparalleled. She helped to construct the Richmond Underground and orchestrated escapes from the infamous Confederate Libby Prison under the guise of humanitarian aid. Her spy ring’s reach was vast, from clerks in the Confederate War and Navy Departments to the very home of Confederate President Jefferson Davis.

Although Van Lew was inducted posthumously into the Military Intelligence Hall of Fame, the astonishing scope of her achievements has never been widely known. In Chiaverini’s riveting tale of high-stakes espionage, a great heroine of the Civil War finally gets her due.
JENNIFER CHIAVERINI is the author of the New York Times bestselling Elm Creek Quilts series and Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker. A graduate of Notre Dame and the University of Chicago, she lives in Madison, Wisconsin, with her husband and two sons. 
Title:The SpymistressFormat:HardcoverDimensions:368 pages, 9.3 × 6.3 × 1.2 inPublished:May 5, 2016Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Riveting Historical Fiction! "The SpyMistress" which I won from Goodreads Giveways is a realistic, well-written historical novel that is as poignant and heartwarming as it is compelling. Set in Richmond Virginia the story explores the courage, tenacity and patriotism of Union partisans during the American Civil War. As the story opens the Van Lew's are happily celebrating the wedding of Mary Jane Bowser when word reaches Lizzie that the state of Virginia has voted to secede from the Union, and war is pending. During a Civil War that will bring untold bloodshed, and divided loyalties, Lizzie struggles with military authorities to bring humanitarian aid to Union prisoners in Richmond's filthy, rat infested, stinking prison with the help of her friend Eliza and her mother. A Union sympathizer, she's harassed and threatened by her neighbours and even members of the family who identify with the southern Confederacy. During the conflict Lizzie bravely goes a step beyond giving Christian aid, and heads up the Richmond underground, stealing Confederate secrets and hiding prison escapees in the Van Lew mansion. Jennifer Chiaverini creates characters whose personalities are colourful, multifaceted, and emotionally gripping. Each one comes alive in the pages of her novel . Lizzie Van Lew the extraordinary forty-three year old spinster is stubborn and rash at times. But she's also brave, smart, witty, and self-sacrificing, especially when the cost of her espionage is death. Mary Jane Bowser 's an admirable coloured woman who unselfishly sacrifices her freedom to fight for the rights of her people. She's clever, determined and fearless in her role as a spy in the household of Confederate President Davis. Other notable women in the story include Eliza Van Lew, Lizzie's mother , a shrewd and compassionate Christian soul, as well as Eliza Carrington, a loyal, trustworthy and intrepid friend who will save Lizzie and her mother from the clutches of the Confederate detective investigating them. Among the heroic and daring men of the story are John Van Lew, Erastus Ross, William Rowley, Samuel Ruth, and Wilson Bowser; each one putting his life on the line to help the North win a horrific, bloody war. And of course for every hero and resistance group there are antagonists like the White Caps, Richmond vigilantes and individuals like John Van Lew's estranged wife Mary Carter West whose hatred and betrayal overrules her common sense, and General Winder who allows access to the Union prisoners then rescinds his order, radically changing, growing angry and inflexible as the Confederate war effort declines. In a novel filled with unforgettable characters, courageous and determined men and women, it's hard to list only a few. The plot is riveting as the characters and events draw the reader into the upheaval and violence of a war long-forgotten , but one which truly forged its mark on American history. I found this novel fascinating and highly recommend it and Jennifer Chiaverini's other Civil War novel "Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker."
Date published: 2013-11-02

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Confidential. Hd. Qrs. 18th Army Corps, Dept. Of Va., and N. C.,Fortress Monroe, Dec. 19, 1863Commander Boutelle, U. S. Coast Survey Office,Washington, D. C.My dear Boutelle: You will find enclosed a letter from a dear friend of yours in Richmond. I am informed by the bearer that Miss Van Lieu is a true Union woman as true as steel. She sent me a bouquet, so says the letter carrier.Now, I much want a correspondent in Richmond, one who will write me of course without name or description of the writer, and she need only incur the risk of dropping an ordinary letter by flag of truce in the Post Office at Richmond, directed to a name at the North. Her messenger thinks Miss Van Lieu will be glad to do it.I can place my first and only letter in her hands for her directions, but I also place the man’s life in her hands who delivers the letter. Is it safe so to do? Will Miss Van Lieu be willing to either correspond herself or find me such a correspondent? I could pay large rewards, but from what I hear of her I should prefer not to do it, as I think she would be actuated to do what she does by patriotic motives only.I wish therefore you would write me, confidentially—­and as so much is depending, in the strictest secrecy, what you think of the matter. Of course you will readily see that I can furnish means by which a very commonplace letter on family affairs will read very differently when I see it.Truly yours,Benj. F. Butler Chapter OneThe Van Lew mansion in Richmond’s fashionable Church Hill neighborhood had not hosted a wedding gala in many a year, and if the bride-­to-­be did not emerge from her attic bedroom soon, Lizzie feared it might not that day either.Turning away from the staircase, Lizzie resisted the urge to check her engraved pocket watch for the fifth time in as many minutes and instead stepped outside onto the side portico, abandoning the mansion to her family, servants, and the apparently bashful bridal party ensconced in the servants’ quarters. Surely Mary Jane wasn't having second thoughts. She adored Wilson Bowser, and just that morning she had declared him the most excellent man of her acquaintance. A young woman in love would not leave such a man standing at the altar.Perhaps Mary Jane was merely nervous, or a button had come off her gown, or her flowers were not quite perfect. As hostess, Lizzie ought to go and see, but a strange reluctance held her back. Earlier that morning, when Mary Jane’s friends had arrived—­young women of color like Mary Jane herself, some enslaved, some free—­Lizzie had felt awkward and unwanted among them, a sensation unfamiliar and particularly unsettling to experience in her own home. None of the girls had spoken impudently to her, but after greeting her politely they had encircled Mary Jane and led her off to her attic bedroom, turning their backs upon Lizzie as if they had quite forgotten she was there. And so she was left to wait, alone and increasingly curious.Grasping the smooth, whitewashed railing, Lizzie gazed out upon the sun-­splashed gardens, where the alluring fragrance of magnolia drifted on the balmy air above the neatly pruned hedgerows. Across the street, a shaft of sunlight bathed the steeple of Saint John’s Church in a rosy glow like a benediction from heaven, blessing the bride and groom, blessing the vows they would soon take. It was a perfect spring day in Richmond, the sort of April morning that inspired bad poetry and impulsive declarations of affection best kept to oneself. Lizzie could almost forget that not far away, in the heart of the city, a furious debate was raging, a searing prelude to the vote that would determine whether her beloved Virginia would follow the Southern cotton states out of the fragmenting nation.Despite the clamor and frenzy that had surged in Richmond in the weeks leading up to the succession convention, Lizzie staunchly believed that reason, pragmatism, and loyalty would triumph in the end. Union­ist delegates outnumbered secessionist fire-­eaters two to one, and Vir­ginians were too proud of their heritage as the birthplace of Washington, Jefferson, and Madison to leave the nation their honored forebears had founded.Still, she had to admit that John Lewis’s increasing pessimism troubled her. Mr. Lewis, a longtime family friend serving as a delegate from Rockingham County, had been the Van Lews’ guest throughout the convention, and his ominous reports of shouting matches erupting in closed sessions made her uneasy. So too did the gathering of a splinter group of adamant secessionists only a block and a half away from the Capitol, although outwardly she made light of the so-­called Spontaneous People’s Convention. “How can a convention be both spontaneous and arranged well in advance, with time for the sending and accepting of invitations?” she had mocked, but the tentative, worried smiles her mother and brother had given her in reply were but a small reward.Although Lizzie managed such shows of levity of time to time, she could not ignore the disquieting signs that the people of Richmond were declaring themselves for the Confederacy in ever greater numbers. Less than a week before, when word reached the city of the Union gar­rison’s surrender at Fort Sumter in Charleston, neighbors and strangers alike had thronged into the streets, shouting and crying and flinging their hats into the air. Impromptu parades had formed and bands had played spirited renditions of “Dixie” and “The Marseillaise.” Down by the riverside at the Tredegar Iron Works, thousands had cheered as a newly cast cannon fired off a thunderous salute to the victors. Lizzie had been dismayed to see, waving here and there above the heads of the crowd, home-­sewn flags boasting the South Carolina palmetto or the three stripes and seven stars of the Confederacy. But when the crowd marched to the governor’s mansion, instead of giving them the speech they demanded, John Letcher urged them to all go home.Lizzie had been heartened by the governor’s refusal to cower before the mob, and she prayed that his example would help other wavering Unionists find their courage and remember their duty. But two days later, word came to Richmond that President Lincoln had called for seventy-­five thousand militia to put down the rebellion—­and Virginia would be required to provide her share. Many Virginians who had been ambivalent about secession until then had become outraged by the president’s demand that they go to war against their fellow Southerners, and they defiantly joined the clamor of voices shouting for Virginia to leave the Union. John Minor Botts, a Whig and perhaps the most outspoken and steadfast Unionist in Richmond politics, had called the mobilization proclamation “the most unfortunate state paper that ever issued from any executive since the establishment of the government.”But would it prove to be the straw that broke the camel’s back? Lizzie could not allow herself to believe it.“Rational men will not cave in to the demands of the mob,” Lizzie had argued to Mr. Lewis that very morning. Like herself, he was a Virginia native, born in 1818, and a Whig. Unlike her, he was married, had children, and could vote. “They will heed the demands of their consciences and the law.”A few crumbs of Hannah’s light, buttery biscuits fell free from Mr. Lewis’s dark beard as he shook his head. “A man who fears for his life may be willing to consider a different interpretation of the law.”At that, a shadow of worry had passed over Mother’s face. “You don’t mean there have been threats of violence?”“It pains me to distress you, but indeed, yes, and almost daily,” Mr. Lewis had replied. “Those of us known to be faithful to the Union run a gauntlet of insults, abuse, and worse whenever we enter or depart the Capitol.”“Goodness.” Mother had shuddered and hunched her thin shoulders as if warding off an icy wind. Petite and elegant, with gray eyes and an enviably fair complexion even at almost sixty-­three years of age, she was ever the thoughtful hostess. “You must allow us to send Peter and William along with you from now on. They will see to your safety.”“Thank you, Madam, but I must decline. I won’t allow my enemies to believe they'veintimidated me.”“When the vote is called, wiser heads will prevail,” Lizzie had insisted, as much to reassure herself and Mother as to persuade Mr. Lewis. “Virginians are too proud a people to let bullies rule the day.”“As you say, Miss Van Lew. Nothing would please me more than to be proven wrong.”Remembering his somber words, Lizzie gazed off to the west toward the political heart of the city, scarcely seeing the historic church, the gracious homes, and the well-­tended gardens arrayed so beautifully before her. Instead she imagined the view from the Capitol gallery, where she had often sat and observed the machinery of government, and she wished she could be there to witness the contentious debate for herself. Of course, that was not possible. The gallery had been shut to visitors for the closed session, and Lizzie could not miss Mary Jane’s wedding. She could only wait for news and hope that her faith in the men of Virginia had not been misplaced.

Editorial Reviews

Praise for THE SPYMISTRESS“Readers of historical and inspirational fiction will admire Van Lew’s courage and commitment to her principles and the bravery of her ring of spies.” - Booklist"'The Spymistress' also does what good historical fiction does - it places you there in history, but also makes you want to find out more about the real person and continue your education." - Durham Herald-Sun Praise for Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker:“History—and its colorful characters—come alive.” – USA Today on Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker“Required Reading . . . The story of First Lady Mary Todd Lincoln and Lizzie Keckley, a former slave who became Mrs. Lincoln’s seamstress and confidante. After the president’s assassination, Keckley created the Mary Todd Lincoln quilt and also a scandalous memoir. A new spin on the story.” – New York Post on Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker“Jennifer Chiaverini imagines the first lady’s most private affairs through the eyes of an unlikely confidante.” – Harper’s Bazaar on Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker “Chiaverini has drawn a loving portrait of a complex and gifted woman . . . Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker helps to illuminate the path on which her long and remarkable life led her.” – St. Louis Post-Dispatch on Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker“An example of what Jennifer Chiaverini does so well in her enlightening new historical novel, Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker, occurs late in the book, when a newly widowed Mary Todd Lincoln shares a letter of condolence from Queen Victoria with her dressmaker, a former slave named Elizabeth Keckley. . . . Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker vividly imagines how the Civil War touched daily life in Washington.” – Washingtonian on Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker“Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker is a wonderful novel that covers many topics surrounding the events of the 1860s in Washington and the following decades… Any reader interested in President Lincoln, Civil War history, or historical fiction should love this book.” – on Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker“All the characters are brilliantly written, and readers will enjoy getting to know them. [Chiaverini] brings to life long-forgotten snapshots of America’s past with style, grace and respect.” – RT Book Reviews on Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker“Taking readers through times of war and peace as seen through the eyes of an extraordinary woman, the author brings Civil War Washington to vivid life through her meticulously researched authentic detail. Chiaverini's characters are compelling and accurate; the reader truly feels drawn into the intimate scenes at the White House.” – Library Journal on Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker“Her thorough research into the time period is reflected abundantly throughout the novel.” – Jackie’s Art Quilts on Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker“Chiaverini's characters are compelling and accurate.” – Library Journal on Mrs. Lincoln’s DressmakerPraise for Jennifer Chiaverini and the Elm Creek Quilts series: “Chiaverini’s themes of love, loss, and healing will resonate with many, and her characters’ stories are inspiring.” —Publishers Weekly“Chiaverini has an impressive ability to bring a time and place alive.” —Romantic Times Book Reviews“Emotionally compelling.” —Chicago Tribune on Sonoma Rose“Jennifer Chiaverini has made quite a name for herself with her bestselling Elm Creek Quilts series. From the Civil War to the Roaring Twenties to contemporary settings, these novels have offered suspense, romance, and, at times, in-depth looks into the social, political, and cultural differences that helped shape a nation.” —BookPage“Chiaverini excels at weaving stories and at character development. We can relate to the residents of Elm Creek Valley because they remind us of folks we know—a cousin, an aunt, or a grandmother.” —Standard-Examiner (Utah)