Pam Rosenthal had a wonderful post on History Hoydens recently about period clothing in the wonderful movie Milk and the fascinating television show Mad Men and in historical fiction. As I blogged about earlier on History Hoydens, one of the things I loved about Milk was its wonderfully vivid recreation, in settings and costumes, of San Francisco in the 70. At times I felt I was watching scenes from my childhood. I recently started watching Mad Men (I’m in the midst of catching up on season one with dvds). It’s a riveting, layered show, that brings to life New York in the early 1960s. It’s the era when my parents were dating and first married. I have pictures of them in similar clothes to those in the show, my dad in suits and ties and gleaming white shirts, my mom in fitted dresses and suits that required a girdle and a structured bra. By the time I remember them, in the 70s, my dad’s version of formal was a turtleneck under a sports coat, and my mom usually wore jeans to work or Diane von Furstenberg-type dresses that were fluid and much less structured. They look like different people from the couple in polished, formal clothes in those early 60s photographs.
Clothes are so much a part of defining a character. As Pam wrote, But as a writer I’m more interested in the clothes from the inside out. The way they make us feel when we wear them. Because our clothes may be our most consistent guides and goads to who we try to be in a world we didn’t create; our nakedness when we’re alone an intermittent reminder that we aren’t exactly those people; our nakedness with a lover a way of revealing this fact.
I love clothes, both as a writer and in real life. I’m looking forward to the Academy Awards tomorrow night, partly because I love movies, but also because I love looking at the clothes
. I love the way dressing each day let’s one put on a costume in a sense, decide who one wants to be that day and which clothes best fit the role (the former actress in me). As a writer, I think a lot about the clothes my characters wear and what that says about them. I love to pour over Regency fashion plates and think about which clothes would fit which character. Sometimes I think about what sort of clothes my characters would wear if they were living in the present day, which can be an interesting way to get a new take on the characters.
I like to describe clothes as the characters interact with them. I think quite a bit is revealed about Charles and Mélanie in the first scene between them in Secrets of a Lady where Charles shrugs out of his evening coat sparing a silent curse for the close-fitting passions of the day while Mélanie unwinds the voluminous folds of her cashmere shawl, peels off her gloves, unwinds the ivory satin ribbons that crisscrossed her silk-stockinged ankles. Charles is impatient with clothing and doesn’t think about it much. Mélanie removes each layer with care. I changed the color of Mélanie’s dress in that scene several times, until I settled on champagne-colored silk, which immediately seemed right. Writing this post, I realized there’s also a metaphorical element in that Charles and Mel are undressing in that first scene, removing the layers of clothing that define and contain their roles, in the way they will strip away layers of secrets in the course of the story. Later in the book, Mélanie thinks She felt naked and vulnerable, as though the layers of goffered linen and pin-tucked sarcenet and rushed velvet had been stripped from her body. Layers that constrained her but also defined who she was, who had been for seven years. I think I pay particular attention to clothes and accessories when I’m writing about Mélanie because she’s always playing a role. One of the first lines I wrote about Jeremy Roth was where he thinks that Mel looked like a woman who always wore earrings, which I think says a lot about both Mélanie and Roth. In Beneath a Silent Moon, Mélanie wears a shirt and breeches for a couple of nighttime adventures. I hadn’t planned that in advance, but when I got to the scene where she and Charles go to explore Dunmykel’s secret passage, it occurred to me that Mel, who always dresses for the part, almost certainly would wear breeches on occasion and would probably have packed them on this trip, knowing the sort of adventures she and Charles might encounter at Dunmyel. That led to the sequence later where she’s mistaken for a boy by the smugglers. The morning following the first scene, Mélanie thinks that She’d exchanged last night’s shirt and breeches for a cambric morning dress, scalloped and threaded through with peach silk ribbon. The ensemble of a decorous wife. Like me, Mel understands that the right clothing defines a character.
Writers, how do you approach clothing your characters? Readers, do you notice details about clothing in books? Any examples that particularly stand out? What sort of clothes do you think Mélanie and Charles and the other characters in their world would wear if they were living today? Has anyone scene Mad Men and/or Milk? Planning to watch the Academy Awards?
This week’s Fraser Correspondence addition is a letter from Lady Frances to Raoul O’Roarke about the dinner party Mélanie was planning with Isobel Lydgate a couple of weeks ago.
February 22, 2009 at 4:17 pm
I seldom dress up these days but I can remember the rush of confidence you get when you look your best. So when a character in a story dresses up and immediately feels much better about herself, I can identify with that. In one of Mercedes Lackey’s historical fantasy novels, the heroine puts on a new outfit and reflects that clothing is like armor and, until now, hers had been patched and faded. That always struck me as a healthy attitude to take about nice clothes, as does Sophy’s in The Grand Sophy. “Naturally there are more important things to think about than one’s clothes, but not, I hold, when one is dressing for dinner!”
It can be tricky, though, to describe beautiful clothes without overloading the reader with detail. I know I’ve encountered more than one historical novel in which things came to a screeching halt while the author described everything the character had on at the time–not just in general terms of color, fabric, and style, but minutiae like necklines, hemlines, sleeve length, buttons, laces, embroidery, cut-work . . . you get the picture. Even Georgette Heyer has been guilty of that–usually in her Georgian-set romances. I think a suggestion of richness and beauty in apparel is more evocative than paragraphs of excruciating detail. I remember Lymond’s suit of nacre velvet in Checkmate, and the Byzantium and Damascus silks in Red Adam’s Lady as examples of clothing description done well.
When I clothe my own characters, I try to reveal something about them. Or about the characters who observe them in their finery and react to the sight. (I’m sure we’ve all read romances in which the hero sees the heroine in a gorgeous, low-cut evening gown and wants nothing more than to rip it off her with his teeth and get down with her on the nearest horizontal surface.) In my current WIP, one of my heroines was a poor relation until quite recently. Now she’s come into some money and she’s taking an understandable pleasure in buying pretty clothes for herself that weren’t made over from someone else’s unbecoming cast-offs. Another heroine, who’s usually laid-back about her clothes, is having a minor freak-out because she’s about to sit down to a formal dinner for the very first time with her future mother-in-law and she can’t decide what to wear to give the right impression. She doesn’t want to come on too strong by wearing something too bright, nor does she wish to appear insipid by donning pastels that she considers herself too old for. Her dithering over this has proven to be contagious, because I keep changing my mind about what she should wear as well. (Though I’m leaning towards a restrained but elegant neutral color like oyster, ivory, or even cafe au lait.)
Fun topic, Tracy! Of course, your Melanie is always beautifully turned-out . . .
February 22, 2009 at 6:16 pm
That’s an excellent point, Stephanie–a “laundr list” description of clothes can be overwhelming and also, imo, doesn’t really bring the clothes to life. I like to describe clothes as the characters interact with them–Charles and Mel removing pieces of clothing in the first scene in “Secrets,” a woman lifting her skirt to avoid mud puddles when she steps out of a carriage, a man untying the strings that fasten a woman’s bodice. Or, as you mention, having other characters react to the clothing, which can reveal a lot about both the wearer and observer. Your character’s nervousness as about what to wear for dinner with her future mother-in-law says a lot both about the character and about the mother-in-law (fwiw oyster, ivory, of café-au-lait sounds to me as though it would strike just the right note!). I think a few well chosen words, in the appropriate context (love the Dunnett example you cited) can paint a vivid picture in the reader’s mind, whereas a long paragraph may make the reader’s eyes glaze over.
I love the quote from Sophy about dressing for dinner. I’ve quoted it to friends who think it’s silly to worry about fashion.
One of the fun things about writing Mélanie is that she gets to wear beautiful clothes. Though they have a high repair rate. She ruins (or at least damages) more than one ensemble in “The Mask of Night.”
February 23, 2009 at 10:57 am
Gorgeous gowns are one of the main attractions of historical fiction for me – women were so beautifully feminine in the Georgian/Regency/Edwardian eras, when they were pushed out, pulled in and covered up in all the right places! Ironically, or perhaps hypocritically, I never wear dresses and skirts myself, so the days when only the men wore the trousers (literally speaking!) really fire my imagination. For that reason, I find that ‘breeches parts’ in historical fiction rarely work for me – women were built differently then, so it’s doubtful that squeezing into breeches and a shirt would ‘disguise’ her curves; more likely the opposite (Dora Jordan caused quite a stir when she played male roles on stage, because the men liked to see her shapely legs!) That said, from a modern perspective, I can understand the frustration!
Tracy, I love your description of Charles and Melanie undressing, and how she takes such care of her ‘costume’. It is scenes like this which really allow authors to go to town on the detail of these beautiful garments – the silk, the cashmere, the dainty accessories. I also love brief lines about women stepping from carriages, revealing their ankles and shoes, and the minute observation of an earring shining in the light, for example – following on from Stephanie’s comment, there is no need for the hero to rip the heroine’s clothes off for a scene to be sexy!
February 23, 2009 at 2:55 pm
It strikes me that Melanie’s care of her clothes is partly due to the fact that they are costumes in a way. She wasn’t born to this life, as Charles was.
Also, she didn’t have such beautiful things as a child; it’s harder to be careless with them.
February 23, 2009 at 3:58 pm
I just liked the contrast of the husband being frustrated by the fashions of the day and just carelessly doffing his ‘coat’, whereas for Melanie, it is all about the texture and intricacy of her beautiful clothes. Wonderfully feminine! I could almost feel the soft brush of cashmere, and see the shiny ribbons of her shoes against her stockings.
February 23, 2009 at 4:03 pm
I confess clothes were one of the things I first loved about historical fiction as well, Sarah! I tend to wear dresses and skirts in real life, but I certainly have no desire to wear stays and laces and trains (well I do have one evening skirt with a train, but it’s a very short train
. It’s fun to read about though. I’m so glad you like the details in the Charles & Mel scene. I too love “minute details.” As you say, the description of an earring shining in the light can often conjure up a more vivid image than a long catalogue-like description.
JMM, those are great points about Mélanie. Charles and born to their aristocratic life. He belongs no matter what, whether he likes it or not, so he can afford to treat the fashions of that life with the same casual unconcern with which he treats its conventions and social codes. Mel is always aware that’s she an outsider, even after seven years. And she knows the importance of costumes. She’s also definitely not used to beautiful, exquisitely made things, and she definitely enjoys them (she probably gets a bit of that from the author
.