Launch Party for THE PLAINS OF CHALMETTE: a Story of CRESCENT CITY by Jack Caldwell
Finally, the time has come. The publishing of my most personal novel, CRESCENT CITY.
(Wait a minute, you say. I thought this was to celebrate the launch of THE PLAINS OF CHALMETTE. What is CRESCENT CITY?)
CRESCENT CITY is the story of America’s most unique city, New Orleans, as told through the lives of an immigrant family from Derbyshire, England—the Darcys. The story spans almost two hundred years, from the Battle of New Orleans to Hurricane Katrina, told in a series of novels.
I wrote CRESCENT CITY to tell the true story of Louisiana and New Orleans. If all you know about this great city is the movie The Big Easy, boy is there a surprise waiting for you!
THE PLAINS OF CHALMETTE: a Story of CRESCENT CITY is the first book in the series. From the back cover:
It is 1814, and America’s second war against Great Britain is going badly. Now the enemy is ready for its knock-out punch. They seek to take New Orleans, and by doing so, control the Mississippi River and North America forever.
Major Matthew Darcy of Baltimore is dispatched to help defend the beleaguered city, and discovers an alien place that does not trust its new countrymen. He also finds forbidden love with a lovely Cajun-Creole lady.
Now, with a devastating invader at the city’s doorstep, Darcy joins General Andrew Jackson’s rag-tag army of backwoodsmen, Creoles, free blacks, and buccaneers in the face of overwhelming odds.
For background, the book takes place during the War of 1812, what some historians consider the Second American Revolution. Matthew Darcy is a distant cousin of Mr. Darcy of Pemberley; his side of the family immigrated to the Maryland colony before the Revolutionary War. A major in the US Army, he is sent to New Orleans by his commander, General Andrew Jackson, to report on its defenses. Old Hickory fears an attack on the city by the British.
There are elements of Jane Austen’s PERSUASION in this book. For one, Matthew’s great friend is Major Jacob Harville. Another is that Matthew meets and falls in love with a Cajun-Creole heiress, Anne-Marie Dansereau, whose father forbids their relationship.
A decidedly un-Austin character in the book is the City of New Orleans itself. It is an alien place filled with Frenchmen, Spaniards, American expatriates, free coloreds, and black slaves, all intermingled in an exotic gumbo of pride, vice, and suspicion. The language and the rules are far different than Matthew’s Baltimore. Then as now, it is like no other city in the United States.
Romance has to take a back seat when the British Army invades. Among their number is the estranged son of the Earl of Matlock, British Major James Fitzwilliam. Cousin meets cousin on the battlefield that will determine the future of North America—the plains of Chalmette.
The excerpt I’ve chosen for you occurs after Matthew Darcy had been introduced to Anne-Marie Dansereau by her cousin, Henri Herbert, who had made Matthew’s acquaintance several weeks before. Matthew and Jacob have been invited to Sunday Dinner at Anne-Marie’s Melançon relations on Rue Bourbon:
The heat of the day was finally starting to fade when the two American officers were announced. Anne-Marie rose to her feet, her eyes seeking those of Major Darcy. How surprised she was to meet the tall, handsome soldier who galvanized her only a few weeks ago. Never before had she felt such an attraction for a young man.
A moment passed, and his blue eyes were caught by her dark ones. There it was—that strange connection! Like a charge, it ran through her. Her fingers tingled. She flushed so much she was certain she was red as a rose.
His eyes widened. Did he know? Did he feel the same?
Another instant and it was gone. Major Darcy paid his compliments to her aunt and uncle, as well as her father and cousin, before he reached her. By then, Anne-Marie could offer her hand in welcome with tolerable calmness, but she felt a heat course through their gloves. Did she imagine it?
“Bonjour, Major Darcy,” she managed.
“Bonjour, Mlle Dansereau.” He turned to the others. “Allow me to introduce my companion, Major Jacob Harville.”
She tore away her gaze from Major Darcy. Major Harville was very different from the tall, serious, dark-haired officer who had haunted her dreams. The shorter gentleman had a ruddy face and sandy, unkempt hair. His air and grin were of confidence and amiability. Anne-Marie liked him immediately.
“Evening, Mrs. Melançon,” he said in a strong drawl. “Erm…bonjour, madame.” His French was horrible.
Anne-Marie could not help but laugh lightly, holding her hand over her mouth. From the corner of her eye, she saw that her father was not amused.
Her aunt put the poor man at ease at once. “Good evening, Major!” she replied. “Please, do not feel uncomfortable. Most of us speak English. You are very welcomed here.”
“Thank you kindly, ma’am. Sorry I don’t speak your language. Why, Matt here says I barely speak English!”
Matt? Anne-Marie thought. For Matthew? She smiled softly as she gazed at Major Darcy. Yes, the name suits him.
The group removed to the dining room almost immediately. M. Dansereau was to return to his plantation after dinner and wanted to leave while it was still light. Anne-Marie sat to her uncle’s left, her father beside her. Across the table were the three young men, Henry flanked by the two American officers. Anne-Marie was pleased to see Matthew Darcy was directly opposite her.
As the soup was served, Mme Melançon asked Major Harville about his family. The Tennessean spoke at length while Herbert translated for M. Dansereau. He had a large family in Nashville; he claimed three brothers and four sisters. There was a sweetheart, too. A girl from a neighboring farm was promised to him.
“She must miss you,” said Mme Melançon.
“She surely does, ma’am. I write Fanny every week, but it ain’t—beg pardon, I mean, it is not the same.” He took out a small miniature and opened the cover. “We had this done when I went off with Colonel Jackson—General Jackson, now.”
Mme Melançon took it. “She is very pretty,” she said as she passed it to M. Dansereau.
“Yes, ma’am. Prettiest girl in Davidson County.”
The girl was pretty, Anne-Marie thought, but the cameo brought an unsettled conjecture to her. Did Matthew Darcy have a sweetheart back in his hometown—or worse, a wife?
“What is your mission here?” M. Melançon asked while the soup was replaced by their dinner. “We hear many rumors.”
Harville grinned. “In the army, we call that intelligence. General Jackson is concerned ’bout the intentions of the British. New Orleans is an obvious target, so he sent Major Darcy and me to see how things were. Matt here’s the expert in logistics and supply. Me, I know enough ’bout engineering to inspect the fortifications.”
M. Dansereau leaned forward, concerned. “Et qu’est-ce que vous avez trouvé?”
Herbert offered a translation, and Harville repeated it around a bite. “What have I found? Not much so far, Mr. Dansereau, not much at all. Forts St. John and Petites Coquilles need more guns and men. I haven’t been down to Fort St. Philip yet, but I’ll wager things are pretty much the same there. There’s nothing to the west of town, or east, neither ’cept Fort St. Charles, which is hardly worth its name. I hate to say it, but New Orleans is nearly undefended.”
M. Melançon turned to Major Darcy. “And what have your inquiries unearthed?”
He set down his fork. “You have a small corps of militia, monsieur, nowhere near enough to mount a defense. You need more men and better training.”
“I told you, Philippe!” cried Dansereau. “I said les Créoles would stand by and do nothing!”
“Emile,” replied Melançon in a tone that indicated they had this discussion before, “I would remind you I am Creole, and I would do something if I were younger. I do not listen to Marigny.”
Anne-Marie saw Harville and Darcy exchange glances.
M. Dansereau turned his attention upon Herbert. “And you, Henri, what are you doing?”
Herbert shrugged. “That remains to be seen, Cousin, as the English are not here. In the meantime, I have business that needs my attention.”
“I suppose you mean your house in the Faubourg Marigny,” he practically sneered.
The young Creole’s face became frozen. “That is one of my concerns, oui.”
A quarrel was coming, Anne-Marie knew. She spoke up. “Major Darcy! Your friend has told us of his family, but what of yours? Where do they live?”
To her surprise, the young officer seemed hesitant to speak. “I was raised in Maryland, mademoiselle, on a farm not far from Baltimore. My half-brother still lives on the farm, and my sister married a man in Philadelphia. Our mother, you see, was my father’s second wife. They both are gone now.”
“We are sorry to hear that,” said Mme Melançon. “Is that all of your family?”
“Yes,” Darcy answered shortly.
Anne-Marie noticed a grim expression on Major Harville’s face. Oh, dear, I think we stumbled across a painful subject! Think of something else! “Your French is very good, Major.”
“Merci beaucoup. My mother spoke French, and I studied languages in college.”
Harville barked out a laugh. “That comes in mighty handy ’round here.”
“True enough,” said Herbert dryly. “He translates Tennessean for us.”
It took Harville a moment to catch on. “Ha! You’re sure right ’bout that, Henri!”
The rest of the meal passed in pleasant conversation. The only member of the party who did not participate was M. Dansereau. Anne-Marie hoped the young officers would overlook her father’s rudeness. She had long known of his abhorrence of the English and, by extension, their new American counterparts. She had to be happy that he did not start an argument with their guests. He had done so before.
Consequently, when she saw her father off in his carriage back to the family plantation, it was with unaccustomed relief. She hurried back inside her uncle’s house, hoping to speak more with the young gentlemen, particularly Major Darcy. Unfortunately, her aunt had other ideas.
“Ma chérie, will you play for us?” The pianoforte was before her.
Anne-Marie suppressed a sigh as she took her place before the instrument. She decided on a simple country song she knew well. She did not want to make a mistake, for that would defeat her aunt’s obvious intention of promoting Anne-Marie’s accomplishments. Besides, she did want to make a good impression on Major Darcy!
The song completed successfully, if the applause was any indication, Anne-Marie moved to sit next to her aunt, which just happened to be the closest seat to Major Darcy’s chair. The next half-hour was given over to their guests’ impressions of New Orleans. Major Harville was very amusing, but it was clear he was not comfortable with the city.
“It’s a strange town,” he had said, “almost like they done sent me to a foreign land. It’s nothing like Nashville, that’s for sure!”
“You are right, Jacob, New Orleans is different,” responded Major Darcy. “But I have to admit I like the place. The people, the culture”—he smiled at Mme Melançon—“the food. I find it fascinating.”
Harville laughed good-naturedly. “That’s because you’re a Papist that speaks the lingo, Matt. Me, I’m a fish out of water.”
It was time for the young gentlemen to leave. Anne-Marie said farewell to Major Harville, then turned to Major Darcy. “I enjoyed our conversation, Major. I hope we meet again soon.
His blue eyes grew dark. “I would like that very much, mademoiselle—very much, indeed.” He turned his head towards her uncle. “May I have your permission to call again?”
In answer to Uncle Melançon’s questioning look, Anne-Marie gave a slight nod. “Of course, Major, whenever your duties allow.”
Aunt Melançon jumped in. “Oh, the food the army serves must be dreadful! You must come back for dinner—you, too, Major Harville! Perhaps on Wednesday?”
Major Darcy looked so adorably surprised that Anne-Marie had to bite her lip to stop from giggling. “I…I would not want to impose—”
Harville clapped his comrade on the back. “Hold your horses there, Matt. Mrs. Melançon, we would be happy to come—right, Matthew?” This earned a laugh from Herbert.
Anne-Marie was thrilled that Major Darcy turned back to her as he said, “Thank you; we will come, if we can.”
“And if we can’t, we’ll just sneak out!” Harville claimed. “You set a mighty fine table, ma’am!”
Herbert took his leave of Anne-Marie as the two officers were talking to M. Melançon. “Ah, I am overturned for a couple of Americans! You pain me, chérie!”
“You know you are welcomed too, Henri.”
“Non, I would just be in the way. Enjoy your Major Darcy, Cousin.”
“He is not my Major Darcy.”
“But he could be.” Herbert held her shoulders. “Seek your happiness, chérie.”
“As you have done? Is it worth it, Henri?”
Pain flowed across her cousin’s face. “I cannot live otherwise. Good night.”
THE PLAINS OF CHALMETTE: a Story of CRESCENT CITY is available now through White Soup Press, to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the Battle of New Orleans. It is available in print and Kindle format (you’ll have to wait a little while for Nook—sorry).
The cornerstone of the project is my three-volume novel about the events leading up to, during, and after Hurricane Katrina. Some of you may have read this story when it was posted on several Jane Austen fan fiction boards. Completely updated and revised, CRESCENT CITY is now three books:
• BOURBON STREET NIGHTS: Volume One of CRESCENT CITY
• ELYSIAN DREAMS: Volume Two of CRESCENT CITY
• RUIN & RENEWAL: Volume Three of CRESCENT CITY
CRESCENT CITY will be published over the summer of 2015, to coincide with the tenth anniversary of Katrina.
“It takes a real man to write historical romance, so let me tell you a story…”
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Thanks for the excerpt. The previous excerpt had Darcy speaking to her uncle about the possibility of a courtship. Were they in correct chronological order?
Author
No, they were not. That conversation happens later. I’m just bouncing around, giving you a taste of the novel. You’ll be surprised at what I’ve left out. Haha!
What I know of New Orleans and its history has all been from mostly historical novels set in the city and environs so here is what I think it is like: It has always seemed mysterious, lush, culturally rich, diverse, and tenacious.
I love that this latest book is set there during the time of the war and also marries it with Jane Austen’s characters and novels. Living five miles from a northern War of 1812 battlefield peaked my interest in this war possibly more so than some others that America has been engaged in. Thank you for the opportunity to win a copy of the book.
Author
Thanks, Sophia. The War of 1812 is America’s forgotten war, yet I make the argument it was perhaps one of the most important in the creation of the modern United States, along with the Revolution and the Civil War.
I suggest everyone go to my website – http://www.cajuncheesehead.com – to read the Prologue. It lays out just what was at stake at the Battle of New Orleans.
Thanks! I’ll check it out.
The last time I visited New Orleaans was for my tenth wedding anniversary, and I’ve now been married for 31 years. My longest-lasting memory is of the restaurant ‘Galatoires’ where I had soft-shell crabs for the first time. At that time, the men were required to wear ties, and no reservations were accepted. Did it survive Katrina?
I’m looking forward to your upcoming trilogy!
Author
Leslie, I love you! Galatoire’s Restaurant is my favorite place in New Orleans, and I dare say one of the best restaurants in the world. It survived Katrina and is better than ever. Ties are no longer required, but gentlemen must wear coats downstairs after 6 pm. Don’t worry — their are a number of unused waiters’ jackets hanging by the front door, in case one forgets. Reservations are accepted for the upstairs dining room, but the place to eat is in the main room downstairs, were it is first come, first seated.
Galatoire’s makes an appearance in CRESCENT CITY.
I have never been to New Orleans but it is on my bucket list! When I think of it, though, I always think of the pictures I have seen of the French Quarter architecture, the food, and the wonderful jazz music!
Thanks for the exccert and the giveaway
Author
What is interesting about the French Quarter architecture is that it didn’t exist during THE PLAINS OF CHALMETTE. All the galleries were wooden. After another fire in the Quarter during the Victorian era, people started using Spanish wrought iron instead.
Thanks or the excerpt. I really enjoyed it. I have never been to New Orleans, but would like to visit some time. I always picture it as being a very active, alive city with lots of energy, mystery and excitement.
Author
Thank you, Laura.
I was born and grew up in NOLA. I currently live just 30 minutes outside the city. I love Jazz Fest and our food. Our restaurants, from Commander’s Palace, to the smaller venues of Clancy’s, Lillette’s, and Le Petite Grocery showcase our local farms and the amazing seafood. Being able to make a rich seafood gumbo anytime I want or create a hearty pot of red beans make me grateful for where we live and all that is available. But most of all, New Orleans is us, the people who give our city its true joy and makes us unique. Y’all come see us, ya hear?
Author
Speak on, Kathy! You’ll really love CRESCENT CITY when it comes out. I miss the great restaurants, living here in Florida, but this Cajun boy can make a mean gumbo, I gar-ron-tee!
I have been to New Orleans many a time
and loved it. Commander’s Palace is my
very favorite restaurant, but I could survive
on Cafe du Monde coffee and beignets! Jazz
Fest is my favorite event/attraction.
Thank you for the excerpt and a happy,
successful New Year to you.
Author
IMHO, Jazz Fest is the best music festival in the Untied States. Sorry, Milwaukee’s Summerfest.
My experience of the city was just after Katrina. My husband was one of the many volunteer relief workers that arrived soon after. The devastation to this beautiful jewel was hard to see. Thank you, Jack, for a glimpse into the history of such a vibrant city and a family that we already love – the Darcys.
Author
We Louisianans will always remember and love the thousands of volunteers who came down to help us and our neighbors in Mississippi. Come on back! New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast is better than ever!
Our appetites are whetted! I can just hear the different accents of the various drawls! I have yet to visit New Orleans but I imagine a city full of warm spicy scents, glorious colour and rich soulful sounds. Thank you for the chance to win her story!
Author
Various drawls, Carole? Well… you have to understand that New Orleans is really NOT a southern city, in the way that Atlanta or Nashville or Memphis is a southern city. We don’t have a southern accent. New Orleans don’t have a Cajun accent, either. “The Big Easy” gets it wrong. The main characters in “NCIS New Orleans” get it wrong.
Strangely enough, Disney’s “The Princess and the Frog” gets it RIGHT. People tell me HBO’s “Treme” got it right. New Orleans Creole accent is tough because it’s so light.
Yats from da Parish? Cajuns from da swamps? Dem’s whole ‘nother thing, cher!
Thank you for this excerpt Jack. I am eagerly anticipating the arrival of your book so pleaae do not enter me in this give away. Thank you for your generosity.
Author
Thanks, Deborah!
I have been looking forward to this book for awhile. Since I live just 75 miles north, I’ve been to Nola many times. Still my fav is cafe du monde. Love the coffee. As for restaurants Court of two Sisters .
I saw the devastation . We are forever grateful to all the volunteers that come to rescue this great city and his citizens.
It is by far the most unique city in the US. The best food, the best people, the best experiences of past and present.
Laissez les bons temps roulez!
Author
Great breakfast at the Court of Two Sisters. Cafe du Monde is an institution. Thanks, Carol.
My one and only visit to New Orleans was in early June 1980. I would say Commander’s Palace was our favorite restaurant (though we never had a bad meal anywhere in the French Quarter). Cafe au lait and beignets (sp?) remain a favorite. Really looking forward to this new series, Jack
Author
I have four pounds of Coffee & Chicory shipped to me every six weeks. Thanks, Regina.
Sadly, I have never been there. But I’ve always wanted to go. I think of Mardi Gras, of course, and then history.
Author
Mardi Gras is what you think it is, and not what you think it is. Except for the Quarter, it is VERY family friendly. Like everything else about New Orleans, it’s complicated. You’ll learn more about Carnival in NOLA in CRESCENT CITY.
I have never been but I would imagine that it would be an eclectic mix of history! Congrats on your book release.
Author
Eclectic describes NOLA perfectly. Everyone loves to visit. But to live there, you must accept the place as it is, warts and all. Because it ain’t changing. There’s a new saying in NOLA: Be Nice or Go Home.
I must say that my ideas of New Orleans have come from movies and tv, but it has been fun getting the real tidbits from you over the laast couple years. I have enjoyed all your books so far and am looking forward to this new series. Thank you for the giveaway.
Author
“NCIS New Orleans” is funny because the writers try so hard to name drop in every episode. It’s like NOLA’s Greatest Hits.
One thing to know. NOLA is nowhere near a swamp.
Absolutely loved the excerpt from your new book. I’ve been to New Orleans many times and enjoy the architecture of the French Quarter. Love Antoine’s and visiting Jackson Square. In my younger years I even experienced Mardi Gras, and I can say for me, once was enough. The history of this city is fascinating. While my state, Missouri, has two well known French cities, they are nothing compared to New Orleans.
Author
Nothing compares to New Orleans this side of the Atlantic Ocean. I’ll give Montreal a shot — I’ve heard good things about the place.
Congrats, Jack. Looking forward to reading it.
Author
Thank you, Susan!
What you think New Orleans is like in one sentence:
NOLA isn’t just a place – it’s a melting pot of people, who all appreciate good food, good jazz, good friends, and good times.
With accents. XD
Author
Add football to the list and you’ve got it!
I haven’t visited New Orleans. This charming, unique and wondrous city filled with fascinating historic buildings, culinary delights to tempt the palate and music that moves your senses, all this and more.
Author
Yep, that’s us. Along with a dedication to tradition so strong it could be considered an obsession.
I’ve never been to New Orleans. I would like to, yet I have the feeling I might be a little intimidated by it! It seems to me like it has a spookiness underneath all the colorful festivity. I do know that some of my favorite vampires live there! lol
Thanks for the excerpt! (I wish I remembered more of my US History!)
Author
Vampires — jezze! If Anne Rice didn’t bring so many lovely tourists to NOLA, we’d probably kick her out. JUST KIDDING!
The only bites you’ll get in the Crescent City is from the mosquitoes.
Thanks for the excerpt – I’m really looking forward to reading more from the interesting glimpses you’ve given us (and, frankly, to get a history lesson on a period of history I probably learned in high school but have forgotten!). I’ve been to New Orleans once, 20 years ago, now, and we tried to see a little of everything then, including a riverboat tour, a streetcar tour, and I remember we drove out to Destrehan plantation to take a tour. I think one thing that I think of the most about New Orleans is the architecture and those amazing ironwork patterns on the balconies.
Author
Interesting you bring up Destrehan Plantation. My Dansereau Plantation is a mixture of Destrehan and Oak Alley.
I absolutely love that this is going to be a series! Well, I’ve been to Nawlins twice and I loved Commander’s Palace. $0.25 martinis at lunch plus the best shrimp etouffee I’ve ever had. I was tipping back to the St. Charles trolley so full I couldn’t even think. Ahhh memories.
Author
Commander’s Palace in any other city in the world would be proclaimed a National Treasure. In NOLA, there are those who claim there are at least a half-dozen places better. I’m not one of them. We LOVE arguing about food!
New Orleans is a combination of historic, cultural, culinary and fascinating beauty and jazz, zydeco which cannot be replicated anyplace. It weaves a spell upon the visitor from which we cannot escape.
Author
More dixieland and NOLA funk than zydeco (that’s in Lafayette), but I hear what you’re saying. We have one foot planted firmly in the past, and we like it there.
The architecture which reflects the uniqueness of this amazing city, the scents which waft from the many restaurants, the music that is alluring and the atmosphere that is warm, wonderful, and welcoming.
Author
We pride ourselves on how welcoming we are to visitors. Not only do we know tourism makes up 1/3 of our economy, we truly enjoy sharing our home with you.
My parents were there long ago. They loved breakfast at Brennan’s and A Court of 3 Sisters. I managed to get cookbooks for Antoine’s and Brennan’s.One day I hope to get there.
Author
I hope you get your hope, Denise. It is a magical place.
Been to New Orleans 3 times. Twice for a meeting where I didn’t leave the hotel for 2 days except to go to the airport to come home and the 3rd time I spent about 8 hours in the LSU ER with pneumonia. The ER had only been open 1 week since Katrina and it was like an ER back when I was in nursing school. Charts on clip boards. No IV pumps. No blankets and no where for family to wait. They sent my husband back to the hotel and there I was. My husband sent me home the next day on the only flight we could find. So for 3 trips I can’t tell you a thing about New Orleans and I haven’t been back and I ‘m afraid to go. I love the history of this time, though and look forward to reading about your city.
Author
I’m sorry for your experiences, Maggie. Prior to the storm, LSU/Charity had one of the best trauma centers in the US. They are rebuilding an amazing medical campus now. Just so you know, the Ochsner Clinic (now the Ochsner Medical Center) is a pioneer in cardiac and cancer care.
So, I can safely say you can come back down safely.
I have never been but imagine it to be colorful and noisy but laid-back, indulgent and smooth. I am not sure if that is an accurate description, but it works in my head.
Author
Works for me, too, Cindy. They make both music and spaceships in New Orleans.
I have to only name ONE favorite restaurant?! Jack, you are too cruel. But if it has to be one, it’s Drago’s in Fat City. Stu’s favorite place as well 😉
Author
Drago’s! Chargrilled Oysters! The best! It’s my son Sean’s favorite restaurant, too.
And for those of you who won’t try Chargrilled Oysters, well, that just leaves more for me, Sean, Stu, and Candice.