31 Days: A Memoir of Seduction, by Marcia Gloster
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31 Days: A Memoir of Seduction, by Marcia Gloster
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“Both a glimpse into daily life at a famous art school, and a tempestuous love affair; a month-long saga of life transformed, memorable to the very end.” – Midwest Book Review “An elegant and eloquent narrative of seduction and sensual awakening, against the backdrop of the last summer of Kokoschka’s famed international art school in the historic city of Salzburg.” – Miriam Frank, author of MY INNOCENT ABSENCE “Beautifully written, sensual and heartfelt. Gloster captures the reader quickly, providing insights into the emotional workings of a young woman’s mind. I believe every woman will relate to this story. As a male I found it eye-opening.” – Robert Tulipan, author of ROCKIN' IN THE NEW WORLD Marcia Gloster was a college student traveling through Europe in the summer of 1963. When she arrived in Salzburg, Austria to study at Oskar Kokoschka’s School of Vision, she envisioned a month of intensive painting, never expecting to find herself swept into a passionate affair. Nor did she imagine her lover to be a married instructor with a long history of indiscretions. Even at a young age, Marcia knew how to protect her heart. But it had never been taken by a man as overwhelming and sensual as Bill Thomson. 31 DAYS is the story of Marcia and Bill in Salzburg. 31 days that would redefine love, sex, passion, and permanence for a woman of twenty; and a month that would resonate in her life forever. Deeply sensual, intensely vivid, and achingly beautiful 31 DAYS is a memoir that lives in all of us.
31 Days: A Memoir of Seduction, by Marcia Gloster - Amazon Sales Rank: #285821 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-06-01
- Released on: 2015-06-01
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31 Days: A Memoir of Seduction, by Marcia Gloster Review "Both a glimpse into daily life at a famous art school, and a tempestuous love affair; a month-long saga of life transformed, memorable to the very end." -- Midwest Book Review "An elegant and eloquent narrative of seduction and sensual awakening, against the backdrop of the last summer of Kokoschka's famed international art school in the historic city of Salzburg." -- Miriam Frank, author of MY INNOCENT ABSENCE "Beautifully written, sensual and heartfelt. Gloster captures the reader quickly, providing insights into the emotional workings of a young woman's mind. I believe every woman will relate to this story. As a male I found it eye-opening." -- Robert Tulipan, author of ROCKIN' IN THE NEW WORLD
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. It was close to eleven when Bill finally entered the studio. Without so much as a glance at me, he stopped to talk to several of the students, mostly girls, about their paintings.Ignoring the tension I was beginning to feel, I tried to focus on my painting. I was over him, wasn’t I?Suddenly he was behind me. “We have unfinished business,” he said in a soft voice. Surprised, I turned to him. “We do?” I whispered. “Meet me outside on the parapet in five minutes.”“But it’s not time for the break yet.” He nodded. “Five minutes.” It wasn’t a question.I watched him cross the studio to talk with Barbara. As he looked back at me, I again felt the spark. What now? I asked myself. Did I really think he wouldn’t come back to me after last night? Is this considered seduction? He’s not exactly asking me out for dinner and a movie, and I don’t think a quiet lunch is quite what he has in mind. Unless I’m lunch. I think we should get know each other first. But that’s not going to happen, is it?Finishing his conversation, he glanced quickly at me and left the studio.Kate saw his glance and looked at me questioningly. Taking off the shirt I used as a smock, I whispered, “I’m leaving. At least I think I am. I’ll see you later.”Incredulous, she whispered back, “I thought we talked about this. After last night, you’re going somewhere with him? What do you think you are doing?”“I honestly don’t know, but whatever it is, I have to do it.”“I don’t think you should go anywhere near him.”“You’re right, I know it. But there’s something that draws me to him.”Kate shook her head. “You’re making a big mistake,” she said a bit louder. Several students nearby glanced at us. I nodded, but turned and walked quickly to the girl’s bathroom. I ran a comb through my hair and put on some lipstick. Looking in the mirror, I asked myself again, What am I doing?Ignoring my question, I went downstairs to the parapet. It was turning into another hot day and the sun refracted off the whitewashed walls of the fortress. Below, the roofs of the Old City glowed in the late morning light. Bill was standing, his back to the view, staring at me with a small smile as I walked toward him. He looked well, not hung over and confident as usual. There was no hint of last night’s fiasco. “Come with me,” he said in a soft voice. Once again, it wasn’t quite a question.I paused, unsure of what to do.“Yes?” he asked, taking my hand.I was sure this was a mistake especially after last night. But if I went with him, I could never allow myself to regret it, no matter what happened. Somehow I recalled a line from Oscar Wilde, “The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”“All right,” I whispered.He turned, looking down the mountain. “I don’t want to take the cable car. We’ll walk down the path. We shouldn’t be seen.”We’re going to walk down this mountain? I thought, looking nervously over the wall at a steep, rocky drop. On what, a goat path?I followed him to a narrow but traceable path that snaked down the mountain. Never considering I’d be going for a hike, I was wearing sandals, and it was difficult navigating around the plants and rocks. Turning, I saw the fortress looming above us. I was certain this wasn’t the first time he had taken this path but put the thought out of my mind.Finally reaching the bottom, he took my hand, helping me over some loose stones. We had come out on a narrow cobblestone street not far from the cable station. Still holding my hand, he led me quickly through the back streets of the Altstadt, crossing the river at the Mozartsteg. Once on Steingasse I wasn’t sure which building was his; it had been very late last night. Saying little to each other, we climbed the stairs to his flat and entered the darkened sitting room. Following him to the dimly lit hallway, I saw the door to Kraks’ room on the left and just ahead the small kitchen, where I now knew the vodka was stored. A white tiled bathroom with ancient fixtures was to the right and Bill’s bedroom just beyond.The night before, I had noticed very little. In the daylight I saw that the bed took up most of the stark, white-painted room, leaving a narrow space of only about three feet all around it. A small lamp sat on a walnut night table to the left of the bed and matched a distressed looking headboard that appeared to be attached to the wall. Opposite, a narrow window looked over the tiled roof of the building next door. In the corner, there was a white spindle-back chair with one of his shirts and a knitted tie draped neatly over it. The dark wood floors were scuffed and bare except for a small woven rug between the bed and the door. But on the far side of the bed, the casements of the window with the spectacular view were wide open, letting in a fresh breeze and flooding the room with bright summer light. Except for the soft, white comforter and a small, framed drawing of a reclining nude above the bed, the room had a simple, almost monastic sparseness—a sharp contrast to the man who occupied it.He started to pull down the shades. “Do you have to do that?” I asked tentatively. “It’s so beautiful here and we’re well above the street.”He looked out the window, then back at me. “You know, you’re right,” he said, as though he had never thought of it before. “You won’t mind the light?”I won’t mind the light? Have I lost my mind? What the hell am I doing here? “No,” I whispered. He went to a phonograph sitting on the floor in the corner and put on a record, The Songs of the Auvergne, I found out later. The music was mesmerizing; the very air seemed to shimmer with the exquisite peasant songs sung in a clear soprano voice. I began to relax a little, at the same time well aware that I wasn’t the first girl to experience the magic of those songs. But my natural curiosity had taken over and though I still thought this might turn out to be a mistake, there was something about him that held me there. I looked at him, realizing we had hardly said a word to each other.“Marcia,” he said. “Come here. I want you to kiss me.” Surprised, I moved close to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. He shook his head and backing away from me, he took off his coat and laid it carefully on the chair. Speaking softly, he said, “That wasn’t a kiss. I will teach you how to kiss.”I wasn’t sure I understood what he was saying. I was twenty and I had kissed a fair number of guys without anyone ever complaining. Taking my face in his hands, he said, “Puff out your lips, like a pout. I want to feel the softness of your lips, the inside of your bottom lip. Make them soft, open them, relax them.”Putting my hands on his shoulders, I kissed him. He told me to try again, and again and again, each time telling me in a gentle voice what I was doing, right or wrong. I wondered if my eyes should be open or closed, but after a minute or so it didn’t matter any more. Our kisses were becoming more intense and the room seemed to be becoming warmer. Finally satisfied after a deep kiss that left me trembling, he stepped back and took off his shirt, putting it carefully on the chair along with his jacket. Turning back to me, he said seriously, “It’s too hot for clothes,” and began to undress me.I was wearing the red dress I had bought on Saturday with Kate. His eyes never left mine as he unbuttoned it and slowly slid it off. He unhooked my bra, and I stepped out of my panties, blushing as an unfamiliar desire began to blossom inside, permeating my entire being with heat.Kissing me softly, he slowly started to caress me. “Now I want you to watch me,” he said. Breathless, I sat down on the bed, fidgeting nervously and attempting to cover myself with the comforter, while at the same time looking anywhere but at him. Taking my hand, he told me in a soft but firm voice to look at him. I did, reluctantly. His body was lean but surprisingly strong and unlike the night before, he was very ready for me. I put my hand to his chest, feeling coarse hair and thinking, this is more than the difference between men and boys.Bill became my tutor that day. Taking his time, he taught me how to touch him, when to be firm or gentle, when to move and when to stop, guiding me to enhance his every desire. At the same time, his hands were everywhere, slowly caressing and asking me to tell him how I felt. He was creating sensations I could never have imagined.He was slow, very slow, and every caress felt like feathers touched with fire. He began by kissing my eyes and then my lips, moving to my breasts and down my stomach. He parted my legs and started kissing me between them. I felt his fingers, gently teasing. The soft sounds I heard were coming from me. As my desire became almost unbearable, he slowly arched over me, whispering, “You are on fire.”I had no words to describe what he did to me that day. Tears were running down my face as I moved with him. Cautious about allowing myself an orgasm, there was no denying the intensity of the moment and it was a powerful, pure sensation. He was totally in control and I was way beyond thinking. This was far from the same man I had been with the night before.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. A romantic page turner By SWR Few of us get to experience the awakenings of both physical and emotional love at the tender age of 20, and to have these in a romantic setting such as Salzburg in summer is overwhelming for Ms. Gloster's protagonist. We are carried along during this magical time, watching Marcia's loss of innocence before returning home to her childhood room a woman, changed forever.This is a fascinating read - a page turner that keeps us traveling through painting classes, jealous fellow students, and nights of passion with her instructor who taught her more than painting techniques. This is a close look into a young woman's coming of age and makes us wonder what the future holds for her. Hopefully there will be more from the talented and insightful Ms. Gloster.SWR
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. Seduction NOT romance. Different than I expected! By My Dog-Eared Purpose Finish Time; 7 nights. I put this one off for awhile too (I guess that is what happens when the to-read stack just gets too big.) But after seeing almost perfect reviews (not reading any – I won’t do that until after I’ve written mine.) I decided to pick up this book, a little late (now a month since release- oops!), but better late than never.I’ve also delayed in writing this review as this was really the first memoir/non-fiction book I’ve read, at least since I started reviewing. Can I say I don’t like the characters when they are real? It’s a lot easier in a fiction book, as they aren’t real. Either way, real or made up, I guess they are products of the author, so why does one seem easier to criticize?That all being said, some of the characters in 31 Days just frustrated me to no end, but looking back, that helped this story read like fiction (my usual genre). At times I couldn’t believe that Ms. Gloster remembered events in such details from 40 years ago, but she mentioned keeping a journal. I love that she had the foresight to know this would be a great story to tell. And by great story meaning that it contained a lot of events, great characters (whether I liked them or not!), drama, romance, friendship, art, all in a beautiful setting during a once in a lifetime trip for a young woman.I found myself excited to pick it up each night, but again frustrated. I wanted my heart to fill up with a great romance, but looking back at the subtitle – I was promised seduction, not romance. Maybe you’d anticipate the difference, I didn’t, and there is a big one. I can only picture Bill Thompson as an egotistical, self-centered, womanizing, free-spirited teacher with a bad reputation. Marcia does a great job at describing him as those things, also not your typical Romeo as he wasn’t gorgeous, but he just had a air about him that she couldn’t ignore.I enjoyed the details of Europe and really had a map/picture in my head of just where Marcia studied, walked, ate, and drank (lots of vino!) each day. I liked her as the narrator as being a good balance of emotional and smart when it came to Bill, although at times I would have liked to knock some sense into her, as some of her friends desperately tried to do. It was a good coming of age story. I toyed between 3 or 4 stars, as it was well written, yet something about it just doesn’t have me raving about it.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. This book was suggested to me by a friend, ... By Taylorman1 This book was suggested to me by a friend, and, (being a guy), I didn't expect to find myself intrigued by a story of a young woman away at art school in Europe ina the 60's having a steamy romance with her teacher, but I found myself compelled to go back to the book (and not just to read the proverbial "good parts," of which there are many), because I had to find out what would happen next. It transports you to another place and time. The writer has remarkable talent and courage. Recommended-even for men!
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