Hello my wonderful HFA readers! Yes, it’s true I am giving you another sneak peek into another Historical Fiction Novel. Enjoy a glimpse into the world of Victoria Woodhull as seen through eyes, penned by Neal Katz in his novel, Outrageous – The Victoria Woodhull Saga Vol.1
Before you sneak that peek, I thought you’d like to know a Little about Neil Katz
Neal Katz is a semi-retired, serial entrepreneur, CEO with a passion for women rights. He lives a life based on self-awareness and Love. He practices Yoga, meditates daily, has taught A Course in Miracles, produced Oregon wines, enjoys being a gourmet chef, recites Vedic sutras, and writes his own inspirational poetry.
The saga of Victoria Woodhull appeales to Neal, as it serves three purposes. First, the story provokes public awareness of the historical and continuing denigration and subjugation of gender prejudice. Second, the tale exposes the historical basis for the manipulation of the free markets of stocks, bonds and commodities. Third, the story shows how existing financial and political power structures used prison and seizure of assets to prevent innovation and social change. Victoria Woodhull overcame all these obstacles in a remarkable life.
Neal chose to write in first person using Victoria’s words, thoughts, and point of view to tell the tale, inviting the reader to see through her eyes. The style is magic realism along the lines of Allende, Marquez, and Kathleen McGowan (The Magdalene Trilogy). This is an expression of the HeForShe solidarity movement for gender equality championed by Emma Watson, and Neal proudly proclaims himself a male feminist!
Neal has pledged fifty percent (50%) of his author’s royalties from book sales and all ancillary revenues, including foreign print distribution and Hollywood rights to a foundation formed in tribute to Victoria Woodhull and her passion for woman rights. The foundation will promote and prove programs for the empowerment and sustainable economic improvement of women, especially single mothers.
At the End of this Post you will find links to the author’s website, Facebook and Twitter account. PLUS where you can purchase your own copy of Outrageous!
And here it is…the Sneak Peak !
From Chapter 22
Before I realized it, I was standing and everyone was looking at me. I looked around and peered into the surprised, curious faces in the room. I tried to say something, but I was overwhelmed by the realization that I had never spoken my thoughts, or feelings, amidst such august people. I tasted bile at the back of my throat and felt my heart racing.
I made a choice. Instead of getting lost in my apprehensions, I focused on the roiling anger in my gut and the pain I felt in my womb. I wanted my thoughts spoken. I wanted to be heard. I turned to Mr. Frederick Douglass and addressed him.
“Good Mr. Douglass, you are a man of high education and broad experience.” I stopped and look around the room and nodded at each one present. “In fact, all of you are.” …
“I must ask you if there is anything that I could do or say that would fully convince you that I completely understand and appreciate your circumstance?
“Were I to tell you that I can fully imagine the pain and suffering of the lash whipping on my back and tearing my skin away, would it assuage your pain? No, sir, I think not!
“What if I were to proclaim, with God as my witness, that I see all the ugly, craven, and disgusting indignity, opprobrium, injustice, and inhumanity with which my race has treated your race? Would that make your circumstance any less intolerable? Respectfully, no, sir. I think not! …
“With your incredible ability at persuasion, could you convince me that you know what it feels like to be raped by your father at age nine, sold into prostitution to feed your family and later by your husband? To be repeatedly used and abused as an object created solely for the pleasure of men? No, sir! I think not!” …
“Mr. Douglass, I stand before you both naked and unabashed as a child of God to tell you openly and without hesitation, that I will never be able to fully understand your plight as a Negro male. It is not within my powers.” I looked directly into the eyes of the powerful advocate before me. I appealed to his humanity and begged of him. “I ask you, most educated of men, will you not confess, with the same innocence and revealed truth, that you will never understand the circumstance of being a woman?”
From Chapter 23
The Gold Scandal of 1869, Too Big to Fail
I was dumbfounded. Yet, there it was, a single check for Seven Hundred and Ninety Thousand dollars! I didn’t know what to say or think. The Commodore gestured around the room. He pointed at my inability to voice a single word and exulted to the assembled crowd.
“Well, I’ve finally found the way to make ’er speechless!” He beamed his radiance upon me. “Ininit enough, girl?”
Everyone in the room laughed. The men laughed to accommodate the Commodore, the women out of nervousness. I tried to clear the fog from my head. I thought I’d better sit down, but held tight onto Tennessee instead. Finally a thought came to me.
“What is Woodhull, Claflin, & Co., a Registered Brokerage?”
The Commodore’s voice cracked, like thunder in a storm. “Ye all see, takes ’er but a moment to find her sea legs!” He laughed along with everyone else. “I didn’t deduct from your funds for costs. The company is owned by you and Tennessee, equal shares, if you’ll sign the agreements on the table. Ye ladies are the first brokerage firm in the history of the United States that is founded, funded, and owned by women alone. Heaven help us!”
Applause broke out. Tennessee could not support my weight. Colonel Blood helped me sit down. I looked up at our benefactor and started to weep openly. Tears of gratitude and joy streamed down my cheeks and I tasted the sweetness of salt on my lips.
“Now, now, young lady, ye are the principal of a registered brokerage firm now. Ye need to know we men feel helpless when one of yer kind starts weepin’. We don’ know what to do. Now, now, no more tears.”
“We’ll use the firm to help women gain financial strength.” I declared.
“Aye, I’m sure ye will.” Cornelius Vanderbilt smiled his big broad smile and gently patted me on my shoulder like a kind father. “Besides, we’ve work to do tonight and I’ll be needin’ yer help and that of yours, Miss Tennessee Celeste Claflin.”
Until Next Time…Read & Read Some More!