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Today is the anniversary of Nikola Tesla's birth.
Like any number of writers with a steampunk or Victorian historic fantasy to tell, I've highjacked poor Mr. Tesla as a character. Specifically, Tesla appears in my forthcoming novel, The Upsilon Knot, as the first love of heroine Claude Monteith.
In honor of his birthday, here's Claude's girlhood memory of the object of her affection:
"She'd been half-past fifteen when Father had brought him home, and she'd never dreamed of a man like Nikola Tesla. He was handsome, like someone's idea of a poet, with a white face, tumbled curls and those dark haunted eyes. But he wasn't a poet or a painter. Nor was he on any of the boring paths followed by the young men of whom her aunt approved. He was a scientist and, after Father, the most intelligent man she'd ever met. He was someone who should have appreciated her. Even though she'd been younger than her age in certain ways, he should have been able to see her potential; but, for a man of science, Mr. Tesla had been oddly conservative about women and frustratingly blind."
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