In the BeginningIn one of the tents at Adelaide Writers' Week, Antony Elmer read from his latest novel, answering questions from a large audience of keen journalists and adoring fans. It was hot in the tent, there in the Pioneer Women's Memorial Gardens, and Antony sweated, the audience sweated, but it was worth it. He was brilliant. In another tent, Viviana Vincent did much the same, ditto the journalists and fans, except while her audience also poured with sweat, Viviana appeared cool (also calm and collected). Antony's novel, his seventh, was what is called literary, and it concerned a murder in Oxford in the 1990s. Viviana's was the latest in her Venus McVicker romances. The audiences in the two tents were different. Antony's lot was drawn from what is called the intelligentsia, and was clearly male, fellows pack- ing down with the big boys. A smattering of women, mostly middle-aged. Viviana's people were predominantly women, women of all ages, their faces alight with ex- citement at being so close to the darling of their reading groups and book clubs. Antony's books sold very well, were warmly reviewed in all the best papers and journals, won prizes; Viviana's sold in fantastic numbers. They were ecstatically reviewed (in women's magazines). They did not win prizes.Who is Antony?Antony Winston Elmer was born in Canterbury in 1949. At Oxford he studied Medieval History. He has been married three times, his current wife being the cel- ebrated TV presenter Minki Sackville. He has four sons and three daughters (the youngest daughter is screen actress Leaf Bath-Dickens). Three of his novels have been short-listed for the Booker Prize. Two have been made into films: The Clear Spring and The Mourning of Exiles.Who is Viviana?Viviana Maria Vincent was born in Hobart in 1960, named after her mother's favor- ite aunt. It's a lovely old-fashioned name, darling, a romantic name. Your great aunt was a very romantic lady. The name was tailor-made for a writer of romance, and, as fate, luck, or destiny would have it, that's what Viviana became. Her Venus McVick- er novels took off, and Viviana was a success, a sensation, a star. Fortunately she had a heart-shaped face, a dazzling smile, long lustrous chestnut curls, long legs, a lithe and seductive body. A lilting speaking voice. A certain wit and charming manners. Clothes loved her; the camera loved her also. She was a true gift to any publicist.She lives, her biography will tell you, in a rambling Georgian house overlooking the Derwent River on the outskirts of Hobart in historic Tasmania. With, it says, her husband (childhood sweetheart-can this be true? It is.) Her children (a film- maker, a barrister and a sculptor) all live overseas. There is soon to be a baby grand- daughter. (Imagine!) Viviana and husband Will also have a most beautiful house in Provence. The children are called Xenia, Yvonne and Zac. VWXYZ. Yes. Please don't give this a moment's thought.The NovelsThe latest, St. Valentine's Day, was heralded on long banners in airports across the world, alongside, as it happened, banners shouting out Antony's title, Carnival of Lust. When people stopped at the airport bookshops, the two books were dropped into separate bags, and they left on different arms. Supermarkets discounted both. It has to be said that St. Valentine's Day outsold Carnival of Lust in the supermar- kets. But the latter novel was going to win important prizes; the former, naturally, was not. Viviana has read several of Antony's novels; Antony would not be seen dead reading any of hers.In the Book TentAfter the sessions in the tents, Viviana and Antony (she in pale green silk and sandals, he in white jeans, white shirt, pale blue linen jacket, bright pink face and panama hat) were shepherded by their publishers to the table in the Book Tent where they would sign the books bought by their fans. They sat side by side, some distance from each other, and each had a glass of chilled champagne. …
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