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Odette, Swan Lake’s enchanted swan princess, is still trying to break her spell

A swan flies into a Russian gale that blows her across the North Sea to the university town of Cygnford, eastern England. Exhausted, she crashes through Mary Fairweather’s front window. The shocked Mary takes the injured bird to the vet and agrees to keep her overnight to make sure she recovers. But this is no ordinary swan: at sundown, she turns into a human being…

Mary, a young freelance journalist, is battling bereavement, a failed relationship and a bullying boss. She also has to keep an eye on her younger brother, Patrick, a would-be actor. Torn between disbelief and the wish to help her bizarre visitor, she is soon enchanted by Odette’s charm, innocence and passion for life – to say nothing of her extraordinary musical talent, which Odette insists was nurtured by Franz Liszt himself. But Odette is a swan by day and a woman by night, and she insists that the only thing that can break the spell is a man swearing to love her forever. Moreover, the evil baron who bewitched her is out to get her back.

As Mary and Odette try to hide the improbable truth, their web of deception grows ever more tangled. Moreover, Cyngford’s welcome to Odette is not always friendly – she is a stranger from the east, arriving with nothing but a dress, seeking refuge. Yet transformation is not hers alone. Perhaps nobody is quite who they seem, while certain people have a way of changing everyone who meets them…

A 21st-century twist on a familiar fairy-tale, part allegory, part magical realism, faintly feminist and hopefully humorous, Meeting Odette should prod that sense of inner transformation in us all.

Jessica Duchen’s writing on classical music, opera and ballet has appeared in The Independent, The Guardian and The Sunday Times. Her first five novels have gathered a loyal fan-base and wide acclaim: most recently Ghost Variations (published by Unbound, 2016) was selected as Book of the Month in BBC Music Magazine and was among the Daily Mail’s Best Reads of 2016 (“A thrilling read” – John Suchet).  

Jessica grew up in London, read music at Cambridge and felt torn at first between the prospects of a musical career and a literary one. Her interest in cross-genre arts finds music playing a vital role in her fiction as well as her journalism, and she frequently narrates concert versions of three of her novels, Ghost Variations, Alicia’s Gift and Hungarian Dances. 

Current highlights include her first opera libretto, Silver Birch, for the composer Roxanna Panufnik – a commission from Garsington Opera for premiere in July 2017. Her output also includes two plays, biographies of the composers Erich Wolfgang Korngold and Gabriel Fauré (both published by Phaidon) and her popular classical music blog, JDCMB (http://jessicamusic.blogspot.com).

Jessica lives in London with her violinist husband and two cats. She enjoys playing the piano (preferably when nobody can hear her), as well as cookery, long walks and plundering second-hand bookshops for out-of-print musical gems.

Beyond the road and the river, something was flying in the wind – a curious shape, pale as paper, expanding by the moment. A bird. A large bird, in trouble. Its wings, which must have been six foot from tip to tip, were offering no resistance; its black webbed feet were pressed back against its belly; its long neck was stretched, straining forward. Mary recognized the yellow and black beak of a Bewick’s swan, not the musty pink of the Mute swans that lived on the local waters. Beyond the chestnut tree, it flailed, flapping – then, as she watched in disbelief, it turned its back on the wind, set its wings, pointed its beak and dived, in control and with phenomenal acceleration, straight towards her house.

Mary leapt up, shielding her face with her arms, as the swan struck. The window imploded, the wind roared in with a geyser of glass and rain, and the swan thudded onto the table, blood trailing crimson in the rainwater across its splayed wings. Its head lolled to one side. Unconscious? Dead?

Shaking, her legs like slush, Mary forced herself forward, navigating step by step across the broken glass towards the creature. With one finger she touched the down on its neck, soft as fur. Crimson-stained whiteness filled her mind. Spots swam in front of her eyes and nausea gripped her – it’s shock, she told herself, casting back for the sofa and slumping, head on her knees. Think, concentrate, remember: kitchen cupboard, scissors, broken window. Patch it up, fast. Fighting to control her breathing, she lumbered to her feet to hunt for packing tape and black bin-liners, which she slashed along their folds. Rain lashed her while she forced the improvised sheets against the gaping mouth of the window frame and the invading elements it was spewing into her room. In her panic, she fancied the storm was pursuing the unfortunate swan.

“A swan can break a man’s arm,” her father used to say when they watched them together. Their aggression was unparalleled when they felt their young threatened, he told her. An injured bird might become frantic even if you were trying to help it. Other people said birds were flea-ridden. Mary risked the fleas and stroked the unconscious swan’s head. It had to be alive; she couldn’t bear it if it were dead.

If she’d found a wounded cat or dog in the street she’d have known what to do – but a swan? There was a vet’s surgery on Richardson Road, just a few minutes away. She looked up the number on the Internet.

The receptionist sounded as confused as Mary felt. “A swan?” she echoed. “I’m sorry, I’m new here, I only started last week… I suppose you’d better bring it in. Surgery starts at four, but Henry might fit you in earlier. It doesn’t sound exactly – well – usual.”

“It’s not,” said Mary. “Thanks.”

That’s right, just bring it in. A swan with a six-foot wing span. Assuming it was alive and would let her touch it, then it might let her pick it up; it would probably be too weak to resist. Mary pulled on her raincoat and gloves and prepared to lift the splayed out bird off the table.

She hadn’t expected its weight, or the flop of its wings to each side, dwarfing her. She managed to manoeuvre it out of her door and step by step down the stairs. The swan’s neck and head drooped over her shoulder, the wings spread across her body; it felt animal, living and warm. A surge of relief washed over her: its heart was beating.

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Tuesday, 3 October 2017

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1. Meeting Odette is an allegory for the present. That refugee you see shivering in the water, struggling across barren lands - how can you know who she really is? Refugees have nothing and our society therefore sees them as nobody. This is both ridiculous and worse than inhumane. Supposing someone who arrives from the east with nothing but the clothes on her back turns out to be...a very unexpected…

Titles 102, anti romanticism and some extraordinary Sibelius

Tuesday, 26 September 2017

Hmm, my thoughts on a change of title for MEETING ODETTE don't seem to have gone over especially well. TAKING FLIGHT, apparently, sounds like a self-help book and has been used before in fiction, as has FLIGHT OF THE SWAN, which shows up either as a children's book or soppy romance.

I'd like to make one thing clear about MEETING ODETTE. Romance it ain't. And that's the curse of the swan. It's a…

What's in a name?

Monday, 18 September 2017

Meeting odette broken glass image

Above: a breakthrough?

Answer: quite a lot. Especially if it's not so much a name, but a title. A book has to have the right title. Can you imagine 'Gone with the Wind', 'Wuthering Heights' or '1984' being called anything else? A rose by any other name might smell as sweet, but if you pick a title that doesn't resound, it's not going to do its content any favours. 

I've been aware for…

New pledge level: a personal consultancy session! Plus: the next Pledge Party, and some ballet from a glorious Odette...

Thursday, 31 August 2017

Dear all,

I hope you've had a wonderful summer. Mine has certainly been eventful. Over the past couple of years I've been working on a new "people's opera" called SILVER BIRCH with the wonderful composer Roxanna Panfunik, and in late July it was premiered at Garsington Opera. We had some fantastic reviews (The Times called my libretto 'powerful and poetic', spurring purring). And seeing this work…

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Sunday, 23 July 2017

Vrubel

One month in and Meeting Odette is one third funded, which is brilliant news. Huge thanks to my 61 supporters who have stepped forward to pledge so far! Now we just need twice as many again to do likewise, preferably within the next few weeks... so please can I ask you all to share the link with any literarily, balletically, musically or fantastically inclined friends who might enjoy a feathery tale…

Hang on a mo...

Friday, 7 July 2017

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[I feel a bit like this today...hiding head in despair]

...but what? You wait 25 years and suddenly someone else picks your topic too? For a Hollywood blockbuster? Oh. Flippin'. Heck.

I just stumbled across a piece of news on Twitter: Felicity Jones is to star in a movie based on the story of Swan Lake, without any ballet. No kidding. Read all about it here. 

What are the chances…

"I offered them swan terrine, but they were rather horrified..."

Monday, 3 July 2017

Max pic

The wonderful oboist Nicholas Daniel alerts us to this report from BBC News Scotland from 2005, when the then-Master of the Queen's Music, Sir Peter Maxwell Davies, found himself being cautioned over the death of a swan near his Orkney home. The unfortunate bird had struck a power line. ("Max" himself died last year and is much missed for his mercurial and outspoken personality as well as his…

Newly added: Launch Party pledge level!

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Bubbly

Dear friends,

I did something utterly terrible when I chose the pledge rewards to offer you. I forgot all about the party. 

How could I? I mean, what is a book without its launch party? What is the point of a book if you can't celebrate its existence with wine and friends and good cheer? In this neck of the woods, the book is not an excuse for a party; the prospect of a party is the excuse…

"My beloved swan..."

Monday, 26 June 2017

It's not that Jonas Kaufmann's voice was absolutely essential to the first update on the Meeting Odette page. You never need any excuse to listen to him (at least, I don't). But the German tenor's Lohengrin is legendary and, let's face it, Swan Lake would be nowhere without Wagner's swanny opera. Stories often sprout on the backs of older stories, and that ballet is no exception.

Here's a video…

Welcome to MEETING ODETTE

Friday, 23 June 2017

Osipova as odette by gene schiavone

I used to have a recurring dream. I was in the library, looking for a book. I knew I'd seen it once before. I couldn't find it. It was a book of Swan Lake. I would always wake up knowing there was something inside it that I wanted, or needed, but I could never remember what it was.

(Pictured above: Natalia Osipova as Odette, photo by Gene Schiavone, Royal Opera House)

I had this dream…

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