Dear Mr. Burt Reynolds:
If you are reading this, it means your publicists have passed along my letter seeking your personal endorsement for this blog. As you can see, we* are a small-scale operation here at the VCA Blog-O-Rama, but I assure you, we take our mission as seriously as any professional publication. I like to think that what we lack in credibility, we make up in baseless speculation.
But you may be asking yourself, why me? And why V.C. Andrews? What could a tanned, taut, venerable silver fox such as myself have to do with the late author of the best-selling novel Flowers in the Attic?
Not going to lie. It's the moustache.
Moustaches not only play a large part in the works of V.C. Andrews, but I have determined, based on my extensive literary analysis of her novels, that the moustache is, in fact, a critical thematic element. The moustache motif arches like a protective umbrella, sheltering and encompassing Andrews' entire literary canon. You and your moustache have become our mascot, our muse. At times, your name has comprised up to 20% of our search hits.** I would further like to note that the main writer of this blog is based in Alabama, one of the settings for your classic 1977 action-comedy Smokey and the Bandit.
Previous familiarity with V.C. Andrews and/or the content of this blog would be considered a bonus, but is not necessary. Your endorsement would receive a prominent placement immediately below the header, with all proper attributions appended. We would appreciate a single catchy, upbeat, positive quote reflective of your devil-may-care screen personae. Any mention of moustaches, mice, or doughnuts would also be welcome. You will of course be compensated for your contribution.***
We thank you for your consideration, and we eagerly await future correspondence.
Yours sincerely,
The Fifth Dollanganger
*And by 'we' I mean 'me."
**Specifically, on 5 January, 2012, this blog received 77 unique hits, 15 of which came from searches for "Burt Reynolds porn."
***Do you accept baked goods?
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Petals on the Wind, Part Five: In Which They Actually Leave the House
The next chapter takes up immediately after Cathy finishes screaming about her pain from across the dinner table. Chris objects that they don't need to go to Virginia to look for evidence of Cory's death because it's entirely possible that he could have died of pneumonia, the way their mother said he did.
A) I don't see how what he died of precludes anyone from getting those records and trying to find out where the kid's buried so that if nothing else they can get some closure, and
B) YOUR LITTLE SISTER TESTED POSITIVE FOR ARSENIC POISONING. CATHY TESTED POSITIVE FOR ARSENIC POISONING. YOU YOURSELF TESTED POSITIVE FOR ARSENIC POISONING. YOU GAVE THE MOUSE A DOUGHNUT THAT YOUR YOUNGER SIBLINGS HAD BEEN EATING, AND IT WENT TOES-UP AN HOUR LATER. FUTURE MEDICAL DOCTOR, EVERYBODY!
Carrie, by the way, hasn't stopped crying since this car trip was proposed.
A) I don't see how what he died of precludes anyone from getting those records and trying to find out where the kid's buried so that if nothing else they can get some closure, and
B) YOUR LITTLE SISTER TESTED POSITIVE FOR ARSENIC POISONING. CATHY TESTED POSITIVE FOR ARSENIC POISONING. YOU YOURSELF TESTED POSITIVE FOR ARSENIC POISONING. YOU GAVE THE MOUSE A DOUGHNUT THAT YOUR YOUNGER SIBLINGS HAD BEEN EATING, AND IT WENT TOES-UP AN HOUR LATER. FUTURE MEDICAL DOCTOR, EVERYBODY!
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| The original version of "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" was a very short, traumatic book. |
Carrie, by the way, hasn't stopped crying since this car trip was proposed.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Back to the Big Screen?
From Variety, 13 January 2012:
Pair Nabs Rights to V.C. Andrews Library
Pair Nabs Rights to V.C. Andrews Library
Dan Angel ("Door to Door") of the Hatchery has purchased rights to the V.C. Andrews library and teamed with Jane Startz ("Ella Enchanted") to develop and produce feature films, TV series and telepics based on Andrews' works. Angel and Startz announced the partnership Friday.
There are currently 70 Andrews books, launched in 1979 with "Flowers in the Attic," with worldwide sales of over 106 million copies in 95 countries in 26 languages in stories combining elements of Gothic horror and family secrets. Andrew Neiderman, who's penned 44 books under his own name, has been the ghostwriter of Andrews' books since her death in 1986. The latest addition is "Family Storms" and its sequel "Cloudburst," released in the fall. Paranormal love story "Into The Darkness" will be published in March and "The Forbidden Sister will be published in the fall 2012, followed by its sequel "Roxy's Story."
"V.C. Andrews is such a major cultural icon and has been for the last three decades," Startz said. "Her collected works are a treasure trove of genres--romance gothic, paranormal -- with highly original and often outré stories that have enormous multigenerational and multicultural appeal."
Angel's credits include "The Haunting Hour," "Dan Vs." and "Gifted Hands." Startz produced "The Indian in the Cupboard," "The Mighty" and "Tuck Everlasting." Simon & Schuster UK, long-term publishers of V.C. Andrews, said in a statement, "We are delighted that Virginia Andrews will find a new audience through this exciting collaboration with The Hatchery and Jane Startz Prods., taking this global brand to even greater heights."
In 2007, the Hatchery and Jaffe/Braunstein announced plans to develop a miniseries for Lifetime based on the Andrews' "The Landry" but the project didn't come together.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
The $1,244,910.84 Question
Since this piece deals so heavily in disclaimers, here's one of my own: the following post is not some brilliant piece of investigative journalism, believe me. It's all available in legal records, although those records suffer from being really boring, full of legalese, and in the main irrelevant to our interests here. For a fascinating few hours' reading, however, go to The Estate of Virginia C. Andrews v U.S.
The Official Fiction: In the Faces of Fear* interview a year before her death, Andrews claimed to have notes for sixty-three future stories, although she was a little vague about whether or not these were individual novels or full sagas. While I wouldn't be surprised by either, I'm guessing she meant novels (if only because the idea of anyone having notes for sixty-three five-book series intimidates the bejeezus out of me).
After Andrews's death, her publishers actively perpetuated the idea that Andrews left behind an unspecified number of completed novels, which they planned to publish one by one. A little later, the story evolved that Andrews's estate was working with a carefully selected writer to "complete" Andrews's unfinished novels. Still later, the claim was that the estate was working with that same "carefully selected" author to write stories inspired by Andrews.
The Problem: If there is any grain of truth to the Official Fiction, then by the date of this writing her ghostwriter, Andrew Neiderman, has produced very nearly seventy novels under Andrews's name, meaning that either we are fast approaching the end any potential leftover Andrews-fodder or we are in the "inspired by" stage and have been for quite some time.
The $1,244,910.84 Question: when, exactly, did V.C. Andrews stop writing? Which books are hers, which were written by the ghostwriter, and which are a posthumous collaboration between the two? What became of the mythical sixty-three future novels?
As it turned out, the only person who could answer that question was the IRS.
The Official Fiction: In the Faces of Fear* interview a year before her death, Andrews claimed to have notes for sixty-three future stories, although she was a little vague about whether or not these were individual novels or full sagas. While I wouldn't be surprised by either, I'm guessing she meant novels (if only because the idea of anyone having notes for sixty-three five-book series intimidates the bejeezus out of me).
After Andrews's death, her publishers actively perpetuated the idea that Andrews left behind an unspecified number of completed novels, which they planned to publish one by one. A little later, the story evolved that Andrews's estate was working with a carefully selected writer to "complete" Andrews's unfinished novels. Still later, the claim was that the estate was working with that same "carefully selected" author to write stories inspired by Andrews.
The Problem: If there is any grain of truth to the Official Fiction, then by the date of this writing her ghostwriter, Andrew Neiderman, has produced very nearly seventy novels under Andrews's name, meaning that either we are fast approaching the end any potential leftover Andrews-fodder or we are in the "inspired by" stage and have been for quite some time.
The $1,244,910.84 Question: when, exactly, did V.C. Andrews stop writing? Which books are hers, which were written by the ghostwriter, and which are a posthumous collaboration between the two? What became of the mythical sixty-three future novels?
As it turned out, the only person who could answer that question was the IRS.
Monday, January 9, 2012
More Fun With Keywords!
In the past two weeks, there's been an upsurge in traffic (although, in the spirit of full disclosure, I don't exactly advertise this blog, so an 'upsurge' in my case is something like twenty unique hits) from a search for "hate flowers in the attic." I try to keep abreast of all things Andrews and have not noticed any recent developments that would cause people who did not previously hate Flowers in the Attic to begin doing so in any great numbers. I can only assume that either
A) people who already hated Flowers in the Attic are looking for kindred spirits; or,
B) I am now known in internet circles as "that chick who hates Flowers in the Attic."
I can't stress this enough. I don't hate Flowers in the Attic. Let's just say . . . I enjoy Flowers in the Attic in a way it was not intended to be enjoyed.
That being said, there have been a significant number of hits from searches for "tom selleck porn." Y'all know who y'all are.
A) people who already hated Flowers in the Attic are looking for kindred spirits; or,
B) I am now known in internet circles as "that chick who hates Flowers in the Attic."
I can't stress this enough. I don't hate Flowers in the Attic. Let's just say . . . I enjoy Flowers in the Attic in a way it was not intended to be enjoyed.
That being said, there have been a significant number of hits from searches for "tom selleck porn." Y'all know who y'all are.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Petals on the Wind, Part Four: Greetings from the Boarding School from Hell
Without warning, the novel turns to one of the more interesting, yet inexplicable tangents in the whole series, an incident that will become a standard in Andrewsland for several series to come: the Boarding School from Hell. This is kind of a long one.
But let's let Cathy tell it, shall we?
But let's let Cathy tell it, shall we?
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Petals on the Wind: Baseless Speculation on Andrews, Education, and the Rise of the Boarding School from Hell
We're getting up on Carrie's time in the Boarding School from Hell. The following was originally appended to that review, but it ran a little long, so I'm putting it here. It's mostly my thoughts upon V.C. Andrews and a recurrent motif.
Andrews herself suffered a crippling back injury while still in high school.* She spent the rest of her teenage years--and indeed, the rest of her life--at home with her mother. Andrews was academically gifted while in school, skipping a couple of grades and winning a scholarship. After leaving school, she received an art degree via correspondence course, and later she became a very well-read, self-educated woman. But she never had the full experience of public education, which at that time had only recently become a widespread, mandatory thing. Mandatory public education through high school was a huge step in creating the modern concept of the teenager, of extended childhood, and of youth culture; prior to then, you only went to high school if you intended to go to college. In a way, Andrews was a girl interrupted, cut off from that important source of social interaction, peer groups, and popular culture.
Likewise, her heroines tend to hang around the house a lot. They pass through school completely unscathed, with no friends, homework, extra-curricular activities, or diplomas to show for it. Not to put too fine a point on it, but school just isn't as interesting as staying home and fucking your brother. As if to compensate, all her heroines invariably have innate skills that make education redundant. Cathy is naturally good at dancing, even without formal training. Audrina's intuition allows her to successfully game the stock market.** Heaven, the only one who seriously pursues education, happens to be so bright that she can cruise through school without much effort, leaving her time open for sexy plot-related pursuits.
It became something of an Andrews cliche--the What Amazing Talent Will This Heroine Have? game--but considering that the author herself became an extremely successful author and artist without the benefit of education and everything that comes with it, perhaps this was an aspect that Andrews took for granted.
Cathy's entire high school experience (and her ballet training) is summed up with a few generic, easily-skimmed paragraphs. She makes exactly one friend, who is never mentioned again. Audrina, whose stated life-goals include attending school like a normal girl, spends one chapter establishing that school does, in fact, exist. Later in the same chapter, she also makes a single friend, whose name we never learn.
Heaven, who latches onto education as the only way of ever improving her lot in life, has several scenes of the children at school and includes an almost pathetically heartrending description of her gratitude at receiving special permission to take schoolbooks home to study. The book even devotes time to Heaven's teacher, who has taken a personal interest in Heaven's family situation. It's significant as one of the few times in the novels where an adult female is portrayed as anything other than a threat to the heroine. As soon as Heaven is removed from that situation, however, her education becomes so much wallpaper, to only emerge again when she herself experiences the Boarding School from Hell.
Finally, in almost every book, the Andrews heroine ends up completely marginalizing both her magical, special talent and her education simply because her family is always, always rich. She never needs to work for a living. The "magical talent" becomes a sideline, a hobby. Cathy probably comes closest to actually using her talent for profit when she becomes a successful stage performer, and later teaches ballet to children, but by the time she is a full adult, her husband supports the family. It's kind of a let-down, really. One of the reasons we presumably root for these women is because they do have something special to give to the world. To have their hard work undermined by something as crass as millions upon millions of dollars kind of gives an idea of the true value of their talent: rather than unlimited wealth freeing them to pursue their dreams, the heroines simply give up their dreams in exchange for a life amongst the leisure class.
One could argue that this is also the primary lesson of the entirety of Flowers in the Attic: that the children, as well as their mother, were willing to sacrifice something intangible and precious--their normal lives--in exchange for a shot at never having to work for a living, and the subsequent danger and emptiness of that decision. It's hard to say if this lesson, coming as it does from a woman who did make a successful career of what could arguably be described as her art, is meant to be a warning to us all, or if it is uncomfortably cold, cynical, and unsettling.
*Andrews constantly gave out in interviews that she was twenty years younger than she was, a fiction that would have made her about sixteen in the early 1960s . . . thus making her precisely Cathy's age. If any of you ever wondered if Cathy was supposed to be an analogue for the author, consider that suspicion confirmed.
**More fun facts: V.C. Andrews herself was an avid player of the stock market. She had a ticker machine installed in her mother's home and frequently relied on her own "intuition" to make successful investments.
Andrews herself suffered a crippling back injury while still in high school.* She spent the rest of her teenage years--and indeed, the rest of her life--at home with her mother. Andrews was academically gifted while in school, skipping a couple of grades and winning a scholarship. After leaving school, she received an art degree via correspondence course, and later she became a very well-read, self-educated woman. But she never had the full experience of public education, which at that time had only recently become a widespread, mandatory thing. Mandatory public education through high school was a huge step in creating the modern concept of the teenager, of extended childhood, and of youth culture; prior to then, you only went to high school if you intended to go to college. In a way, Andrews was a girl interrupted, cut off from that important source of social interaction, peer groups, and popular culture.
Likewise, her heroines tend to hang around the house a lot. They pass through school completely unscathed, with no friends, homework, extra-curricular activities, or diplomas to show for it. Not to put too fine a point on it, but school just isn't as interesting as staying home and fucking your brother. As if to compensate, all her heroines invariably have innate skills that make education redundant. Cathy is naturally good at dancing, even without formal training. Audrina's intuition allows her to successfully game the stock market.** Heaven, the only one who seriously pursues education, happens to be so bright that she can cruise through school without much effort, leaving her time open for sexy plot-related pursuits.
It became something of an Andrews cliche--the What Amazing Talent Will This Heroine Have? game--but considering that the author herself became an extremely successful author and artist without the benefit of education and everything that comes with it, perhaps this was an aspect that Andrews took for granted.
Cathy's entire high school experience (and her ballet training) is summed up with a few generic, easily-skimmed paragraphs. She makes exactly one friend, who is never mentioned again. Audrina, whose stated life-goals include attending school like a normal girl, spends one chapter establishing that school does, in fact, exist. Later in the same chapter, she also makes a single friend, whose name we never learn.
Heaven, who latches onto education as the only way of ever improving her lot in life, has several scenes of the children at school and includes an almost pathetically heartrending description of her gratitude at receiving special permission to take schoolbooks home to study. The book even devotes time to Heaven's teacher, who has taken a personal interest in Heaven's family situation. It's significant as one of the few times in the novels where an adult female is portrayed as anything other than a threat to the heroine. As soon as Heaven is removed from that situation, however, her education becomes so much wallpaper, to only emerge again when she herself experiences the Boarding School from Hell.
Finally, in almost every book, the Andrews heroine ends up completely marginalizing both her magical, special talent and her education simply because her family is always, always rich. She never needs to work for a living. The "magical talent" becomes a sideline, a hobby. Cathy probably comes closest to actually using her talent for profit when she becomes a successful stage performer, and later teaches ballet to children, but by the time she is a full adult, her husband supports the family. It's kind of a let-down, really. One of the reasons we presumably root for these women is because they do have something special to give to the world. To have their hard work undermined by something as crass as millions upon millions of dollars kind of gives an idea of the true value of their talent: rather than unlimited wealth freeing them to pursue their dreams, the heroines simply give up their dreams in exchange for a life amongst the leisure class.
One could argue that this is also the primary lesson of the entirety of Flowers in the Attic: that the children, as well as their mother, were willing to sacrifice something intangible and precious--their normal lives--in exchange for a shot at never having to work for a living, and the subsequent danger and emptiness of that decision. It's hard to say if this lesson, coming as it does from a woman who did make a successful career of what could arguably be described as her art, is meant to be a warning to us all, or if it is uncomfortably cold, cynical, and unsettling.
*Andrews constantly gave out in interviews that she was twenty years younger than she was, a fiction that would have made her about sixteen in the early 1960s . . . thus making her precisely Cathy's age. If any of you ever wondered if Cathy was supposed to be an analogue for the author, consider that suspicion confirmed.
**More fun facts: V.C. Andrews herself was an avid player of the stock market. She had a ticker machine installed in her mother's home and frequently relied on her own "intuition" to make successful investments.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Petal on the Wind, Part Three: Every Man in This Book is a Freakin' Rapist
I, um, kind of had a complete meltdown in this section? I apologize in advance, and really, I tried to make it as relevant as possible to the subject at hand, since it touched on a theme that is going to carry on through the remainder of . . . well, all of the books. Because when I say "every man in this book is a rapist," I'm not talking in the Andrea Dworkin all-sex-is-rape sense. I mean that literally every man in this book is a freakin' rapist.
Wait, I take it back. There is one man who is not a freakin' rapist. But he's very much a sideline character, he only appears for one chapter, and he vanishes without a trace immediately afterwards. I say this like he's some big mystery character, but really, he's just so inconsequential that I can't be arsed.*
So, in a nutshell, we're going to be talking about rape, a conversation that was bound to happen considering that every man in this book is a freakin' rapist. I don't know how we avoided it this long, honestly.
Wait, I take it back. There is one man who is not a freakin' rapist. But he's very much a sideline character, he only appears for one chapter, and he vanishes without a trace immediately afterwards. I say this like he's some big mystery character, but really, he's just so inconsequential that I can't be arsed.*
So, in a nutshell, we're going to be talking about rape, a conversation that was bound to happen considering that every man in this book is a freakin' rapist. I don't know how we avoided it this long, honestly.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Where the F**k did the Trunchbull bury Cory's picnic basket in Flowers in the Attic
I have recently learned the joys of my stat box. This is how I tell how you--yes, you! there! in front of the computer!--found this blog.
Here, then, are the top five burning searches that lead people to the blog-o-rama:
The Trunchbull/pictures of the Trunchbull: The Trunchbull is this blog's common name for the grandmother from Flowers in the Attic. Alas, this blog does not discuss Matilda or any other work by Roald Dahl (even though Matilda is one of my favorite books and Roald Dahl is one of my favorite authors). Cathy later changes her stage name to Dahl, but I'm sure that's unrelated.
what the fuck am I reading? Brother, we've all been asking ourselves that one.
cory buried flowers attic: It is never explicitly stated what became of Cory's body. In Flowers, Corrine claims to have had him buried under a false name. Later, adult!Cathy goes searching through records to find where Cory might have been buried, but finds that there weren't even any records of any male children Cory's age who died on that particular day in the state. When Cathy confronts her mother, Corrine admits that Cory died before reaching the hospital and that she disposed of his body in a ravine.
But then, the mysterious and confusing part kicks in (and it's part of one of Andrews's irritating habits that I'll explicate more fully when the actual scene happens): Cathy claims to have discovered a mysterious room in the attic, a room with a strong odor of decay and death. The implication, obviously, is that Corrine hid her son's body up there and zOMG, Cory never left the attic! The irksome thing is that we never actually see this scene happen, so it's ambiguous as to whether or not Cathy's telling the truth. However, the accusation causes Corrine to have a full-on psychotic break, implying that there's at least a grain of truth to it.
Still a lot of questions there. Did Cory die en route to the hospital, as Corrine claimed, and she hid him in the attic where she knew his body would never be found? Or--and a lot of people seem to think this--did she never even bother with the hospital, simply abandoning her son in a locked, hidden room in the attic, essentially burying him alive?
Short version: we never find out what became of Cory's body, but there is a good 80% chance it was stowed in the attic of Foxworth Hall and ultimately consumed by fire when the house burned down.
case-of-the-keyhole-covers: This search hit particularly pleases me, because it means that someone is deliberately and purposefully Googling for something that I wrote. It's right here if anyone wants it. I hope you're not in marketing; I say some pretty mean things about you guys in that post.
Bart Winslow flowers in the attic: Bart is Corrine's virile strapping moustachio'd sex-bomb attorney of a second husband (represented here by Magnum PI* himself, Burt Reynolds). He will make his first real appearance later in the Petals recaps. I have feelings about Bart. They are not sexy feelings.
Recap of Part Three is 3/4ths done! I'm just having trouble finding some gifs that sufficiently express my trauma over the upcoming sex scene.
ETA, 2/5/2012: I edited the title to this entry, not due to any squeamishness about dropping the f-bomb in the title, but because, ironically, I was getting hits for weird and potentially illegal porn.
*Gehayi pointed out in comments that Tom Selleck played Magnum P.I. Apparently I got my moustaches mixed up.
Here, then, are the top five burning searches that lead people to the blog-o-rama:
The Trunchbull/pictures of the Trunchbull: The Trunchbull is this blog's common name for the grandmother from Flowers in the Attic. Alas, this blog does not discuss Matilda or any other work by Roald Dahl (even though Matilda is one of my favorite books and Roald Dahl is one of my favorite authors). Cathy later changes her stage name to Dahl, but I'm sure that's unrelated.
what the fuck am I reading? Brother, we've all been asking ourselves that one.
cory buried flowers attic: It is never explicitly stated what became of Cory's body. In Flowers, Corrine claims to have had him buried under a false name. Later, adult!Cathy goes searching through records to find where Cory might have been buried, but finds that there weren't even any records of any male children Cory's age who died on that particular day in the state. When Cathy confronts her mother, Corrine admits that Cory died before reaching the hospital and that she disposed of his body in a ravine.
But then, the mysterious and confusing part kicks in (and it's part of one of Andrews's irritating habits that I'll explicate more fully when the actual scene happens): Cathy claims to have discovered a mysterious room in the attic, a room with a strong odor of decay and death. The implication, obviously, is that Corrine hid her son's body up there and zOMG, Cory never left the attic! The irksome thing is that we never actually see this scene happen, so it's ambiguous as to whether or not Cathy's telling the truth. However, the accusation causes Corrine to have a full-on psychotic break, implying that there's at least a grain of truth to it.
Still a lot of questions there. Did Cory die en route to the hospital, as Corrine claimed, and she hid him in the attic where she knew his body would never be found? Or--and a lot of people seem to think this--did she never even bother with the hospital, simply abandoning her son in a locked, hidden room in the attic, essentially burying him alive?
Short version: we never find out what became of Cory's body, but there is a good 80% chance it was stowed in the attic of Foxworth Hall and ultimately consumed by fire when the house burned down.
case-of-the-keyhole-covers: This search hit particularly pleases me, because it means that someone is deliberately and purposefully Googling for something that I wrote. It's right here if anyone wants it. I hope you're not in marketing; I say some pretty mean things about you guys in that post.
Bart Winslow flowers in the attic: Bart is Corrine's virile strapping moustachio'd sex-bomb attorney of a second husband (represented here by Magnum PI* himself, Burt Reynolds). He will make his first real appearance later in the Petals recaps. I have feelings about Bart. They are not sexy feelings.
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My feelings about Burt Reynolds are completely sexy. I am not ashamed of that. |
Recap of Part Three is 3/4ths done! I'm just having trouble finding some gifs that sufficiently express my trauma over the upcoming sex scene.
ETA, 2/5/2012: I edited the title to this entry, not due to any squeamishness about dropping the f-bomb in the title, but because, ironically, I was getting hits for weird and potentially illegal porn.
*Gehayi pointed out in comments that Tom Selleck played Magnum P.I. Apparently I got my moustaches mixed up.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Petals on the Wind: The Covers
Once upon a time, when I was a mere slip of a lass, there used to be advertisements in the back of the original first-edition V.C. Andrews paperbacks from which you could, if you were so inclined, order poster-sized prints of the covers of the first three books in the Dollanganger series. Suitable for framing and hanging over the fireplace. I swear, this happened.
The artist for the original four Dollanganger (and My Sweet Audrina) covers was Gillian Hills, a woman whose face and life both resemble a V.C. Andrews heroine's: she was a stunning, globe-trotting blonde debutante whose C.V. includes starring roles in several reputable but mostly forgotten films (including a blink-of-the-eye cameo in A Clockwork Orange) and a career as a chanteuse. Her music was typical girl-pop for the time, but her voice was surprisingly sweet and sultry, with a lot of emotional depth--even beyond the "everything sounds awesome in French" aspect.
The artist for the original four Dollanganger (and My Sweet Audrina) covers was Gillian Hills, a woman whose face and life both resemble a V.C. Andrews heroine's: she was a stunning, globe-trotting blonde debutante whose C.V. includes starring roles in several reputable but mostly forgotten films (including a blink-of-the-eye cameo in A Clockwork Orange) and a career as a chanteuse. Her music was typical girl-pop for the time, but her voice was surprisingly sweet and sultry, with a lot of emotional depth--even beyond the "everything sounds awesome in French" aspect.
Yes. That is the woman who painted the original V.C. Andrews covers. As much as I was surprised to be able to find any information about her at all, to find that she was such an impressive, multi-talented woman was incredible.
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