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THEDA BARA ~ VAMP OF THE SILENT SCREEN …

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I still feel as if I’m coming up for air after writing The Last Days of Leda Grey. It was such an immersive experience, and part of the novel’s allure for me was creating its central character. Leda Grey is her own unique fictional self, but visually I was  inspired by a real-life movie star ~ and that was Theda Bara.

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Often called the first celluloid sex symbol, Theda was known as a ‘vamp’ ~ with that vampire term alluding to women who sexually prey on men, rather than actual blood suckers or anything supernatural; though they often did star in spooky films and possessed an otherworldly air.

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All these themes were strongly in my mind when I started to think of Leda Grey, even having my fictional character star in a film about an Egyptian queen ~ partly based on Cleopatra, and partly on H Rider Haggard’s sensational Victorian novel, She.

However, whereas my character lives in the seaside town of Brightland (very strongly based on Brighton), Theda was born and raised in New York before locating to LA. There, she was hired by Fox Studios to act in many of their films, including Cleopatra, which was one of the earliest epics and which led the way for many more based on this exotic queen ~ with actresses like Elizabeth Taylor defined by the glamour of the part. 

Theda was soon a major star. She earned more than $4,000 a week. Thousands were hired to build her sets, while she herself would actively research the props and costumes worn. This was during the time when women were still campaigning for the vote and the hope for more equality. But Theda was independent and strong.  A sexy dominant femme fatale who could be compared to Madonna today. A sensual and bold persona enhanced by risque stage attire; which was often so outrageous that several scenes from Theda’s films were deemed to be immoral by the public boards of censorship.

Of course this helped to enhance her fame, which only spread yet further when the studio’s publicity machine called her the ‘serpent of the Nile’, falsely claiming that Theda had been born to a beautiful French woman and a Saharan Arab sheik. More than a hint of things to come in Valentino’s desert films. However, unlike the lovers who would swoon when held in his strong arms, Theda Bara rarely played the second fiddle to her leading men. She fully understood her world and the power of the female sex, once offering this stark reply when asked about the roles she played …

‘I will continue doing vampires as long as people sin.’

Eventually, she did grow bored with playing the part of the femme fatale. When attempts at other roles then failed she married and quietly disappeared ~ and was lost to the public eye again when most of her films were destroyed in a fire at the studio warehouses.

Today, Theda’s flame is kept alight in the scraps of footage that survive, in which it’s very clear to see her confident charisma. And then, in the thousands of studio stills where we see the glory of her youth.

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What would Theda have been in the present day? Visually, she reminds me of Siouxsie Sioux, a star of the British punk music scene. She was darkly attractive and dangerous too. Nothing meek in the photographic gaze which still seems to defy us when we look at the stills from Theda’s silent films. A hundred years may well have passed since she played her Cleopatra role, but her image is iconic. A legend and a goddess. As illustrious as any stars from the Golden Age of Hollywood.

A version of this article first appeared in Electric Sheep magazine.

A NIGHT IN CANTERBURY

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On Thursday December 8, I talked to a group of students who are members of the Creative Writing Course at Canterbury Christchurch University ~ discussing inspiration and how ‘Writing Comes Alive’ for me.

I’m sure no-one will be surprised that I spoke about all the works of art that inspired my Victorian novels, and then the Edwardian silent films that formed the dramatic backdrops for The Last Days of Leda Grey.

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It was a really enjoyable night, and my special thanks must go to the organisers, and brilliant chairs, Danny Rhodes, and Professor Carolyn Oulton, and also to other staff members and much admired writing friends, Peggy Riley, and Katherine May. It was wonderful to chat with Craig who runs the university bookshop, and to meet with some of the audience including Sue Bassett, a long time virtual Twitter friend.

Canterbury looked magical, all the cobbled streets adorned with lights in readiness for Christmas. I look forward to visiting again.

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PUBLICATION WEEK FOR LEDA GREY 2

 

Leda Grey ~ written and performed by Kirsten Morrison

On November 10 2016 Leda Grey was officially launched at the Cinema Museum in South London. This fabulously atmospheric venue was packed with friends and family, as well of my agents and publishers. Hopefully everyone who came along enjoyed the evening as much as me. We had great food, and drink, and cakes … and also a beautiful, haunting song written by Kirsten Morrison ~ with the song performed live on the night by Kirsten and Peter Shipman. I love it. It made the evening so special.

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PUBLICATION WEEK FOR LEDA GREY Part 1

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The night before the publication of The Last Days of Leda Grey, I was in the town where the book is set – attending the fabulous Bookish Supper Salon at the Brighton & Hove Regency Town House.

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The Town House is the most splendid venue, and it’s currently being lovingly restored by a team of local volunteers. But, it was even more special to me, being one of the very houses that I used as a setting when writing The Last Days of Leda Grey: the house where my heroine lived as a child – even with the remnants of some wallpaper that could well be the same that I described in Leda’s childhood bedroom.

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Another house very near in the terrace has now been converted as a hotel, just like the one in Leda Grey …

Leda. Leda. Leda Grey. Chanting the name inside my head I wandered through the bustling Lanes, and then along the seafront road until I found the small hotel I’d booked into the night before. Converted from a private home in the grandest of Regency crescents, it had wide stone steps and a pillared porch; though best not to look too carefully at the crusting rust on ironwork ~ or the paint that peeled from cracking wood when, back inside my room again, I forced up creaking window frames that opened to a balcony …

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Sitting next to some well-repaired window frames, I was joined on the night by two other writers, Jules Grant and Mark Thompson. We were all wonderfully looked after by the evening’s host Laura H Lockington, and also by Anna Burrt. In fact, the evening was such fun that I hope to go back and visit again; this time as a guest, to really enjoy the chat and the general ambiance ~ as well as all the gorgeous food prepared by The Boys Cafe and Eatery in Hove. 

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With Laura Lockington, and Mark Thompson

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Being interviewed by Laura Lockington

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Brighton. The view from my hotel. I hope to be back again soon.