by
Joan
I have a confession. I love churches and cathedrals.
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Cathedral Basilica of Saint Louis |
Though it's not religion but the artistic and architectural elements that captivate me. I wrote The Lost Legacy of Gabriel Tucci because I had a vision of a nineteenth-century architect standing on scaffolding, hiding plans behind the stone wall of a church and another vision of a present-day conservator discovering those plans (among other treasures!).
After researching several London churches, I
came across
St. Peter’s Italian Church in Clerkenwell and soon I knew my
architect had immigrated from Trastevere, a suburb of Rome.
Much of my research was gathered online, but I culled from
memory and journals detailing visits to cathedrals in D.C., New York, Austria, Athens,
and yes, Trastevere. I love hearing tales about sculptures and stained
glass, gargoyles and spires, and don’t get me started on bell towers. In Los Angeles, the
brilliant conservationist
Aleksei Tivetsky shared his insight--and an intriguing detail I borrowed for a mural above my fictional St. Giuseppe’s high altar. (His website
is worth the click—right now I have its stunning classical
soundtrack playing in the background.)
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Weeping Angels at the Cathedral Basilica |
Recently my family visited St. Louis for a wedding and
Pamela mentioned
the
Cathedral Basilica of Saint Louis as a must-see. After several years of
fundraising and tragedy (a tornado wiped out the Archdiocesan treasury), the
church broke ground in 1907, had its first mass in 1916, and was consecrated in
1926, yet it would take a total 80 years to complete it.
I'll bet there are a few stories to be garnered from that history. Pamela was right--it was one of the most spectacular cathedrals I've ever seen. So enamored with the side chapels and galleries, we missed the mosaic museum by five minutes, but will catch it on our next visit.
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Legendary red mosaic tiles at the Cathedral Basilica |
The Byzantine and Romanesque architecture is a marvel and the
docent who shared the church's history was a gem (despite his refusal to let me upstairs to the watching gallery!). Even though TLLOGT is complete, I
managed to sneak in Gabriel Tucci's twist on the legend of the red mosaic tiles.
My mind is dancing around ideas for my next story. So far my
settings have taken me from a fictional cemetery in Maryland, to the Bodleian
Library in Oxford, to Highgate Cemetery and an Italian Church in Victorian London. My next story
might be a wartime foray into my father’s letters from Burma or it might follow
a train conductor in Italy. But wherever (and whenever) I place it, you can bet
there will be majestic churches, generations of secrets and a headstone or two.