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Hope: Adventures of a Diamond Hardcover – March 26, 2002
It is a tale that begins more than a billion years ago in the mountains of India where the gem was forged of basest materials. Unearthed sometime before the birth of Christ, it was more than twice its present size and wondrously shaped. For long slow centuries, the immense blue stone, revered as a divine gift, probably served as the unwinking eye in a statue of a Hindu god.
With the arrival of Europeans, the Diamond was snatched from the realm of the mystical and thrust into the world of commerce, materialism, and political symbolism. Marian Fowler brilliantly unfolds the complex story of how French merchant/adventurer Jean-Baptiste Tavernier acquired the sacred diamond in India and sold it to the one monarch who could–and would–pay for it, King Louis XIV of France. Cut and polished to half its original size, the diamond remained in the possession of the house of Bourbon, passed down from Louis to Louis, until a cabal of common thieves stole it during the French Revolution.
The pace quickens once the diamond comes into the possession of Philip Hope, the scion of a Dutch-based trading and banking empire who gave it the name it has carried ever since. But the heady days in the London townhouses and country estates of the Hope family were brief, and by the twentieth century, the Hope Diamond had become the object of unseemly marital wrangling and social climbing of American millionaires. It was only when diamond master Harry Winston donated this prize to the Smithsonian Institution that the Hope was finally safe and accessible to all who wanted to admire it.
A sweeping saga peopled with the world’s most beautiful women and most unprincipled men, Hope: Adventures of a Diamond is at once a page-turning thriller and a glittering social history of the astonishing few who craved–and could afford–such a gem. Dazzling and delicious, this is a book truly worthy of its flawless, priceless subject.
- Print length384 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBallantine Books
- Publication dateMarch 26, 2002
- Dimensions6.45 x 1.19 x 9.5 inches
- ISBN-100345444868
- ISBN-13978-0345444868
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The property of kings, rogues, socialites, chorus girls, and thieves, the Hope diamond, a rare 45.52-carat blue diamond that is probably the world's most famous gem, comes to life in this brilliant "gemography" by Canadian author Fowler (The Way She Looks Tonight). Beginning with the stone's formation over one billion years ago, Fowler traces its history from the mines of India to the hands of French gem trader Jean-Baptiste Tavernier in 1660, who later sold the diamond to Louis XIV. She follows the stone through its theft during revolutionary France, its reappearance in 1812 England, and its time in the hands of Henry Philip Hope. The diamond continued to change hands and gather stories until Harry Winston donated it to the Smithsonian, where it still enthralls millions. This exciting social history is at times overwrought, as the author lapses into unnecessary anthropomorphizing of the gem. Nevertheless, this marvelous update to Susanne Patch's brief Blue Mystery: The Story of the Hope Diamond (Abrams, 1999) brings to life the diverse array of people linked by their obsession with this famous jewel. Highly recommended for all libraries. Dale Farris, Groves, TX
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“Fowler’s detailed, vivid description of the gem’s rough life in India is some of her best work. . . . . Fowler has done a fine job conveying what people have created in their minds from the reflection of this miraculous, but mute, stone.” -- The Globe and Mail
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It is a tale that begins more than a billion years ago in the mountains of India where the gem was forged of basest materials. Unearthed sometime before the birth of Christ, it was more than twice its present size and wondrously shaped. For long slow centuries, the immense blue stone, revered as a divine gift, probably served as the unwinking eye in a statue of a Hindu god.
With the arrival of Europeans, the Diamond was snatched from the realm of the mystical and thrust into the world of commerce, materialism, and political symbolism. Marian Fowler brilliantly unfolds the complex story of how French merchant/adventurer Jean-Baptiste Tavernier acquired the sacred diamond in India and sold it to the one monarch who could and would pay for it, King Louis XIV of France. Cut and polished to half its original size, the diamond remained in the possession of the house of Bourbon, passed down from Louis to Louis, until a cabal of common thieves stole it during the French Revolution.
The pace quickens once the diamond comes into the possession of Philip Hope, the scion of a Dutch-based trading and banking empire who gave it the name it has carried ever since. But the heady days in the London townhouses and country estates of the Hope family were brief, and by the twentieth century, the Hope Diamond had become the object of unseemly marital wrangling and social climbing of American millionaires. It was only when diamond master Harry Winston donated this prize to the Smithsonian Institution that the Hope was finally safe and accessible to all who wanted to admire it.
A sweeping saga peopled with the world s most beautiful women and most unprincipled men, Hope: Adventures of a Diamond is at once a page-turning thriller and a glittering social history of the astonishing few who craved and could afford such a gem. Dazzling and delicious, this is a book truly worthy of its flawless, priceless subject.
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“Fowler’s detailed, vivid description of the gem’s rough life in India is some of her best work. . . . . Fowler has done a fine job conveying what people have created in their minds from the reflection of this miraculous, but mute, stone.” -- The Globe and Mail
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Around the Diamond, as provocative as a woman’s perfume, as protective as a force field, there has always been mystery. It was present at the very beginning to hide the jewel’s conception and swaddle its birth.
After five hundred years of studying diamonds, geologists can make informed speculations but still can’t determine the exact de- tails of their genesis. The one in this story has proved more intract- able than most, for it contains none of the inclusions of other mineral crystals that would help to determine its age. Like a great many beauties, our protagonist guards the secret of how old it is—as well it might, since it is far older than those primitive forms of life that first crawled on the ocean’s floor. The amazing truth is that the Diamond, much more beautiful now than in its early years and still ut- terly desirable, is—don’t shout it from the rooftops but whisper it discreetly—between one and three billion years old. It was conceived when Earth itself was still a hot young planet, when time had no past tense.
If we can’t fix the date of its creation except vaguely, give or take a billion years, we do know the place. The Diamond formed in the southern, peninsular part of India, which is now bounded on both seacoasts by ranges of hills (the Western and Eastern Ghats) and is known as the Deccan plateau. Its four-billion-year-old spine makes it India’s oldest part. The gem originated about 120 miles below the Deccan plains, not in the Earth’s crust, which is only about 25 miles thick, but in the fiery caldron of the mantle beneath, which goes down 1,750 miles.
The upper mantle was incredibly hot and turbulent, where gases roared and reservoirs of molten rock rippled and heaved. Nothing in the Diamond’s future would be half so cataclysmic as its beginnings. Its creation required what geologists call “a special melting event” with a heat between 1300 and 4500 degrees Fahrenheit to liquefy the dark, heavy rock called peridotite, combined with a pressure somewhere between 0.5 and 1.3 million pounds per square inch.
There in that tremendous heat and pressure, in one of the great cosmic coincidences that, thus far in human history, has yielded man only forty tons of diamonds, crystallization began. Like every crystal, be it snowflake or gemstone, this one would be unique, its own self, as different from other diamonds as one human is from another.
The growing process was probably quite gradual, for the larger the crystal, the slower its forming must be. While the Diamond was getting bigger, the great pressure of the carbon dioxide gas below the layer of slowly cooling molten peridotite containing it had to remain equal to the pressure of the layers of rock above. Although it was the rarest prize in nature, it was made of the most ordinary matter, namely, carbon. This exists in our own bodies, in the clothes we wear, the food we eat, the fuels we burn: wood, coal, oil, gasoline. One might say that the Diamond then coming into being was both high class and low, aristocrat and commoner. The magic was in the making.
Eighteen atoms of carbon darted together into a minute cube, an isometric cell, a diamond’s basic building block. The cubes in turn multiplied into a regular latticework. The shape evolving basically conformed to the one diamonds prefer, an octahedron, which looks like two pyramids joined base to base. The Diamond’s cubic structure was probably taking on the contours to be seen in the first extant drawing we have of it, done in the seventeenth century. This shows a rough stone that, if held with its broader end as base, resembled a giant teardrop; if reversed, it looked like a heart; it could, therefore, depending on a viewer’s sensibility, accommodate itself to tragedy or romantic comedy.
While crystallization was still taking place, there were three distinct miracles. The first one involved color. While some diamonds are being created, an atom of another element may take the place of a carbon one. In this Diamond’s coalescing atoms, there was an atom of boron for every million of carbon. Once the gem had reached light and received its first polish—and that was a long way off—it was the boron that would make it blue. With the exception of red, blue is the rarest of all colors for a diamond. Depending on the nature of its alien atoms—for a fine stone, there must be no more than one foreign part for every hundred thousand of carbon—a diamond may also be green, yellow, pink, the highly valued hues, or brown, gray, or black. Most blues are light in color and less than 2 carats. The Diamond then forming in that hot, heaving womb would be the biggest dark blue ever found.
The second miracle concerned matter. If the pressures had been lower, carbon atoms might have stacked themselves in flat six-sided sheets, with the bonds between the layers so weak that they could easily slide over each other; the resulting dull mineral would have been graphite, from which pencils are made.
Hardness was the third miracle. It is the strength of a crystal’s bonds that determines this, and a diamond’s are the strongest in the world, giving it the highest point, 10, on Mohs’ scale of hardness now used in mineralogy, where graphite gets 1.5. Diamonds are eighty-five times harder than the next gems on the scale, rubies and sapphires, and can only be scratched by their own kind. However, the Diamond was not invulnerable, as we shall see later.
At last the stone’s long gestation came to an end, and its crea- tion was complete. It weighed at least 110.5 metric carats, and was nature’s absolute kernel of energy and beauty, of her striving, driv- ing, pounding life force, compressed to firmest, clearest compass. It was Creation’s brightest thought. However, until man came to its rescue and revealed its beauty, it would wear a disfiguring, slightly shiny, greasy gray caul.
Somewhere between one billion and five hundred million years ago, the stone’s passage from darkness to light, from womb to world, began. It would be a long and perilous journey, for the Diamond had to pass unharmed up through almost a hundred miles of mantle, then twenty-five miles of crust. While the first stages were probably gentle enough, with the gemstone moving upward an inch or two a year, eventually it accelerated to the speed of a rocket. During this wild, jolting ride, it was in great danger, for it could have shattered at any moment. This was no easy delivery. En route, the pressures of the molten rock around the gem cracked the surrounding rocks, so that bits of other minerals joined the thrust and push; most probably spinel and garnet, bloodred as the magma itself, were among them.
When the mother rock that had held the Diamond for so long hit the Earth’s surface, along with trapped gases, it exploded with the force of a volcano, the fizz and roar of a million champagne corks, and a dense shower of ash and rock fragments.
After the shock of this explosion, the Diamond was still imprisoned in its red-hot surrounding rock, which didn’t flow out and down like lava but instead, due to the pressure of ascending magma, merely bulged upward on the Earth’s surface, then collapsed at the center once the gases had escaped. This mother rock in which all diamonds originate wouldn’t acquire a name until 1870, when they were first found in abundance in South Africa near the town of Kimberley: the rock was named kimberlite. It is an altered and broken form of peridotite, blue-green in color due to its iron content, consisting mainly of the minerals pyroxene and olivine. In the crater resulting from the explosion, the kimberlite cooled and hardened into a deposit measuring from a few hundred yards to a mile wide, with the Diamond still somewhere inside it. Beneath the surface, the rock became a vertical “pipe” with kimberlite’s typical carrot shape, broad at the top, then narrowing as it goes deeper into the Earth.
Millions of years passed while the big, shiny gray stone waited to be released. The top of the kimberlite cone gradually grew more concave and began to crack and crumble, owing to the then prevailing violent extremes of heat and cold. The north polar ice sheet crept as far south as the Himalayan mountains several times; in these glacial periods, the Deccan area didn’t freeze but was flooded with torrential rains.
Being much stronger and harder than the kimberlite around it, the Diamond stood firm, while the mother rock grew pale, turning from blue-green to yellow, cracking and crumbling. Then came the day when the rock released the gemstone and the Diamond was freed into a rushing, muddy torrent of water, yellow rock fragments, and other pebbles.
It began its second journey, and this was not like its dangerous escape from the underworld but rather a vagabond adventure in which the gray rolling stone bumped and tumbled along in mudslides and rivers. Because of its great density, it traveled close to the bottom of streams, just as a big fish swims below the minnows, and rushed ahead unharmed. Diamonds not as lucky, flat ones that were poorly crystallized or contained impurities, broke along the way. It was a kind of natural selection, in which only superior, perfectly formed stones survived.
Then the Diamond rested for a few more million years as it be-came imprisoned again in a new rock conglomerate. When that in turn eroded after several million more, the gray stone traveled farther before it found itself imbedded and stationary yet again. And so it went from age to age, from the Paleozoic to the Mesozoic, when great dinosaurs swished and heaved their bulk about, to the Cenozoic, which covers the past seventy million years.
When did the first hand close around it, taking it forever from nature’s world to man’s? Was it around 40,0...
Product details
- Publisher : Ballantine Books; 1st edition (March 26, 2002)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 384 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0345444868
- ISBN-13 : 978-0345444868
- Item Weight : 1.45 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.45 x 1.19 x 9.5 inches
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- Reviewed in the United States on February 15, 2022This book offers a great story and history of the famous and beautiful Hope Diamond and also the history of how diamonds became a symbol of wealth and exhibition. There is also a short description of how diamonds are formed geologically.
It was owned by French Kings Louis XIV, XV, and XVI and then stolen in 1792 after it was confiscated after the Revolution. The book then describes its subsequent travels, owners, jewelers, and history. It is now part of the Smithsonian Gem Collection. My only disappointment is that there are no color photos of the jewel in the book.
- Reviewed in the United States on September 26, 2005I read the hardcover version of this book, so I am sorry if this review is inappropriate, but I just wanted to express what a joy this book was to read. An inspired historical romp from the vantage point of probably the world's most famous and notorious gemstone, Dr. Fowler proves she is not only an exceptional detective, but one of the finest stylist of the English language writing non-fiction today. Hope is simply one of the most beautiful and enjoyable books that I have ever had the pleasure of reading. An absolute gem!
- Reviewed in the United States on November 5, 2006No other diamond in the world has the pedigree of the French Blue. This book is fascinating and the author infuses the story with mystery and peaks your interest throughout. From ancient India, to the pinnacle of the French Court, to the fog of London and Mr. Hope, to the elegant hand of Cartier, to the eccentric Mrs. McLean, to the remarkable Harry Winston, to the people of the United States of America, this diamond has had a singular journey. I found this book hard to put down and it made me want to see this breathtaking gem again, I want to look into the azure stone and feel its allure again.
- Reviewed in the United States on December 18, 2002The most interesting part of this book for me was a glimpse into the lives of French kings who owned the diamond. For the most part, the first 3/4 of the book were a good read. I liked the way the diamond was personified, but didn't care for the way the curse was dramatized, as there was quite frankly little evidence to suggest such a curse. In the more modern history of the diamond, the book starts to become boring, I don't need so many words to tell me that Harry Winston planned not to cut the diamond at all, but changed his mind later and cut it anyway. If you have the time and are interested in the history of the diamond, read the first part of the book and skim through the rest.
- Reviewed in the United States on July 17, 2002There isn't a lot that could have done to make this more interesting, and the attempts made at conjecture and embellishment (regarding its curse, for example) don't add very much to the content. But, a reader does learn the story of the Hope Diamond and through the telling, about an interesting mix of historical information such as the French Revolution, Regency England, and Gilded Age America. And gem novices can learn about the nature of diamonds and of cultural attitudes to diamonds at various places and times in this book.