Wednesday, November 12, 2014

HFVBT Presents - Naomi Jacob's - THE FOUNDER OF THE HOUSE Blog Tour, November 10 - 28


Author Naomi Jacob's - The Founder of the House, the first book in her Gollantz Saga, will be feature on a blog Tour from November 10 -28



Publication Date: August 23, 2014
Corazon Books
eBook; 320p
ASIN: B00MZZDHMQ
Genre: Historical Fiction


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Set in nineteenth century Paris, Vienna and London, this is a novel about family ties and rivalries, love and ambition.
The Founder of the House introduces us to Emmanuel Gollantz, the son of a Jewish antique dealer, Hermann Gollantz.
Hermann lives his life according to the principles of loyalty, honesty and honour instilled in him as a child. But these ideals are ruthlessly exploited by his wife’s family, threatening everything that is important to him. Protecting his beloved wife, Rachel, from the truth carries a great cost.

As a young man, Emmanuel, becomes involved with the inner circle of the Viennese Court, where his passion for the married baroness, Caroline Lukoes, has far-reaching consequences both for himself and the House of Gollantz.
The Founder of the House is the first book in the bestselling Gollantz Saga – an historical family saga tracing the lives and loves of the Gollantz family over several generations. This seven-novel series explores how one family’s destiny is shaped by the politics and attitudes of the time, as well as by the choices and actions of its own members.



Excerpt 

The Founder of the House by Naomi Jacob (The Gollantz Saga Book One)

In this excerpt, Fernando Meldola discovers that the young Abraham Gollantz has deceived him both professionally and personally. Meldola is furious to learn that Gollantz has been pillaging Italy's treasures with Napoleon Bonaparte’s army, and also that his beloved niece, Miriam, is carrying Gollantz's child

His fine old face changed, his eyes lost their kindly twinkle and met Fernando’s coldly. He drew back a little, as if he wished to increase the distance between them.
‘I know?’ Fernando said. ‘I know? What do you mean, Dominico? Why do you look at me so coldly? How should I know of this?’
‘You provided one of the experts.’
‘I did? Expert in what? Explain yourself.’
Comparetti frowned, then began to speak with some irritation.
‘Did you not know that Monge and Berthollet were taken with the Army to Italy in the position of advisers on matters of art?’
‘No – and I question of how much value either of them will be.’
‘Did you not allow Lannes to take your partner, Gollantz, with him as an unofficial expert?’
‘Gollantz? He went to Italy as a clerk, because he wished to see the country and spoke the language. Lannes himself told me that was to be his position – a clerk who spoke the language.’
Comparetti gazed earnestly at the face before him, as if he endeavoured to see into the soul of his friend. At last he spoke.
‘Fernando, you have been made a fool of by Lannes and this young man. I know, Monge and Berthollet know, all Paris knows that he has gone to Italy to assist in the work of spoliation. He is a valuer, an assessor, an assistant thief! Legalized theft, perhaps, but theft none the less.’
‘Why should they approach him? An unknown young man. It is fantastic.’
‘The whole army is that, my friend. Napoleon loves fantasy. He sees himself as king of the world, his marshals, kings under him, his whole court a gorgeous, perpetual carnival. Why did they choose this young man? Because they dare not ask Fernando Meldola, and yet they relied on the tuition which Fernando Meldola had given this fellow. That is why.’
Fernando pushed away his empty coffee-cup, and sighed.
‘Dominico, I ask you to believe that I knew nothing of this. Believe that, please, and believe too that Gollantz shall return to Paris immediately. I pledge my word.’
‘Which has always been the best guarantee in the world to the man who knows you, Fernando. Shalom!’
Fernando walked back to his house, his head bent, his hands clasped behind him. Dominico had said: ‘Shalom!’ Peace! He felt that peace had left his house for ever, that it must have taken flight when Abraham Gollantz entered it.
That night he wrote again to Lannes, stating that Gollantz must return immediately, and offering, quite frankly, a large sum of money, which should be paid into the Marshal’s private banking account on the same day that Gollantz arrived in Paris. The sum was considerable, and Meldola was too good a man of business not to resent losing such an amount.
‘It is fantastic!’ he said softly. ‘Dominico was right – the whole affair is fantastic. To think that this man’s child may one day be my heir!’
Gollantz returned to Paris in August, when the dusty streets and hot days, heavy suns and suffocating nights had begun to rob Miriam of some of her beauty. Meldola watched her pale face and her general air of lassitude with anxiety. He knew that she suffered intensely, and that her days were filled with a nervous dread that Gollantz might refuse to return. She knew nothing of the money which her uncle was prepared to pay for that return.
He arrived, tired and dusty, bringing with him several large boxes, and far more bags than had comprised his original luggage. His manner was untinged by nervousness; he held his head high, and greeted Meldola with respectful affection.
‘You look well in spite of the heat,’ Gollantz cried. ‘It is hot in Paris, but in Italy it was like living in an inferno. How is your niece? I have brought her some little trinkets from her own country. They will please her, I hope.’
Meldola looked at the slim young figure, noted the well-shaped head set so admirably on the broad shoulders. For the first time he realized that he hated Abraham Gollantz, and that he could have seen him lying dead at his feet without a pang of regret.
‘Sit down,’ he ordered. ‘Before you see my niece there are many things which I have to say to you. First, you are a seducer, a liar, a cheat, and a common adventurer. You hear that? Good! Please remember that always in my mind those epithets are used silently when I mention your name. Secondly, you will prepare immediately to marry my niece whom you have wronged so cruelly.  Tomorrow we shall make arrangements. You understand?’
The young man’s face reddened under its tan. ‘I had no idea – I did not know. Miriam never wrote to tell me of this. I can understand that you feel angry with me, despise me. I despise myself for having brought a moment’s anxiety on either her or you. I am speaking honestly now, sincerely.’
‘Pah! You have never been sincere in your life! You will tell me next that you love Miriam!’
‘But I do. I love her devotedly. You tell me that I must marry her. There is nothing which will make me happier. I was wrong, foolish, to make it possible for her to – to suffer. I admit it. I was tempted, I yielded to temptation. She’s young, beautiful; I am young, and young blood is hot. Can’t you understand?’
Meldola’s fine lips curved into a sneer. ‘My business has taught me to differentiate between fine shades of colour. I admit no shades of behaviour. Right is right, decency is decency – and lying is always lying.’
‘Then there is no good purpose in my trying to defend myself.’
‘None! You cannot defend yourself in this matter or the question of going to Italy – as a clerk. You – you gonoph! Thief in the pay of other thieves. Robbing churches, palaces, defacing history! I know, Abraham Gollantz, you realized that to admit your reason for going with Lannes would be sufficient for me to disown you. So you lied, you poor, pitiful fool – and I found you out! What have you brought home as a result of your private robberies? How much has your master allowed you to purloin from a nation which extended hospitality and tolerance to your own race? Those boxes will be opened tomorrow, and everything – mark that, everything – will be returned in due time to the place where it belongs. Not yet – or it might again fall into the hands of the Corsican and his hordes, but later, when it is safe to return it. Now, go and tell Miriam that you are home. Tell her that you love her, and will try to make her a good husband.’
Young Gollantz stood for a moment, uncertain. He was ashamed, not only of what he had done, but because he had allowed his plans to miscarry. His quick brain already tried to think of some way in which he might save the treasures of gold, silver, and ivory which he had brought back with him.
He believed that abasement was the best method of obtaining forgiveness.
‘Very well,’ he said gravely; then stretching out his hands with a gesture which was admirably impulsive, he cried: ‘Oh, forgive me! I’ve been foolish, stupid, nothing more. Criminally stupid, I admit it. I will make amends. Will you try to forget the past and let me begin again?’

Praise for The Gollantz Saga

“Recommended. Ms Jacob writes skilfully and with that fine professional assurance we have come to expect of her.” The Times

“Impressive.” London Evening Standard

“A good family chronicle.” Kirkus Reviews

“Besides the interest of the plot, Miss Jacob’s book has much to recommend it. The style of the novel is unimpeachable, marked by sincerity, dignity and a sense of the dramatic. I can safely recommend “The Founder of the House.” Western Mail (Perth)

The Gollantz Saga Titles

Book One: Founder of the House

Book Two: That Wild Lie

Book Three: Young Emmanuel

Book Four: Four Generations

Book Five: Private Gollantz

Book Six: Gollantz: London, Paris, Milan

Book Seven: Gollantz & Partners

The Founder of the House Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, November 10
Spotlight at Passages to the Past

Tuesday, November 11
Interview at Oh, For the Hook of a Book

Wednesday, November 12
Excerpt at The Never-Ending Book
Spotlight at Literary Chanteuse

Thursday, November 13
Guest Post at Madame Gilflurt

Friday, November 14
Spotlight at CelticLady’s Reviews

Sunday, November 16
Review at Unshelfish

Monday, November 17
Excerpt at Mina’s Bookshelf

Tuesday, November 18
Spotlight at Mel’s Shelves

Wednesday, November 19
Guest Post at Passages to the Past

Thursday, November 20
Guest Post at Historical Tapestry

Sunday, November 23
Review & Interview at A Bibliophile’s Reverie

Monday, November 24
Review at Just One More Chapter

Tuesday, November 25
Review at Oh, For the Hook of a Book

Wednesday, November 26
Spotlight at What Is That Book About

Thursday, November 27
Review at Book Nerd

Friday, November 28
Review & Excerpt at With Her Nose Stuck in a Book

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About the Author

03_Naomi Jacob Author

Naomi Jacob (1884-1964) was a prolific author, biographer and broadcaster. She is perhaps best known for her bestselling seven-novel series, The Gollantz Saga, which traces several generations of the Gollantz family in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.

Jacob had a mixed heritage, which influenced her life and work. Her paternal grandfather was a Jewish tailor who had escaped the pogroms of Western Prussia and settled in England, while her mother’s family had strong Yorkshire roots. Her maternal grandfather was the two-time mayor of Ripon in Yorkshire. He also owned a hotel in the town. Her father was headmaster of the local school.

Jacob loved the theatre and became a character actress on stage and in film, notably opposite John Geilgud in The Ringer (1936). She also associated with the Du Mauriers, Henry Irving, Marie Lloyd and Sarah Bernhardt.
She published her first novel, “Jacob Usher” in 1925. It became a bestseller.
In 1928 she appeared for the defence of Radclyffe Hall’s “The Well of Loneliness”, and developed a friendship with Hall and her companion Una Troubridge.

After suffering with tuberculosis, in 1930 she left England for Italy, where she lived for most of the rest of her life. She lived in a villa in Sirmione on Lake Garda, which she called “Casa Mickie” (she was known to friends and family as “Mickie”).

In 1935 she was awarded the Eichelberger International Humane Award, for outstanding achievement in the field of humane endeavour, for her novel “Honour Come Back”. She rejected the award when she discovered that another recipient of the award had been Adolf Hitler, for “Mein Kampf”.

Jacob was involved in politics – she stood as a Labour PPC (Prospective Parliamentary Candidate) and was a suffragette.
In 1940, she was evacuated back to England when Italy entered the Second World War. She joined the Entertainments National Service Association, becoming famous for her flamboyant appearance— crew cut hair, and wearing a monocle and First World War Women’s Legion uniform.

She returned to Sirmione before the end of the war, helping Jewish refugees in the town. Over the years, she frequently returned to the UK, and in the 1950s and early 1960s was regularly to be heard on the BBC radio programme “Woman’s Hour”.

She wrote the seven-novel Gollantz saga about several generations of a Jewish family, tracing their path from Vienna in the early nineteenth century to establishing a life and antique business in England in the twentieth century. It is a saga about family loyalty, honour and love, while also reflecting on the politics and ideals of the era.
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