I had a very satisfying moment at my writing group some while back. I brought in a scene from my Phantom trilogy that mentioned the electric lights on the Avenue de l’Opera, and someone at the table asked if they would have had electric lights so early.
And I was ready for that–because my novel is set in 1881, and my research had told me that electric lights were put onto the Avenue de l’Opera in 1878. So I felt quite good about having that answer!
But then the question kept coming up. Multiple early readers for the first book asked the same question. And I thought–well, I knew I had it right, but that was only so much use if readers weren’t going to know it. So I made a little edit to the excerpt below, for the readers who ask the question when I’m not there to answer it!
We watched together as the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows deepened. For a little while, the city was bathed in a soft twilight. Then the electric lights down the length of the Avenue de l’Opera flared into bright, vivid life, a line of light unrolling at our feet, stretching out towards the Seine. Electric lights had been shining on the Avenue for three years now, since the Paris Exposition in 1878, but they still seemed magical.
I smiled, clasping my hands around my knees. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“If you like that sort of thing.” Erik’s voice wasn’t irritated exactly, but it was cold. I snuck a glance at him, couldn’t read anything from his face in the shadows. He must have seen the query in my glance though, because he shrugged and said, “I like candles. Gas lamps are all right too. Electric lights are so…harsh. An attack on the darkness.”