Extraordinary book ! A fascinating life story, a comprehensive history lesson and a look at the daily lives of three generations of Romania's royal family from the beginning of the 20th century.
I wonder if Hannah Pakula, writing this book, understood what a beautiful gift she is giving to Romanians. The very year of the book's publication - 1985 - was in the middle of the "Golden Age" of Ceaușescu's communism, when, after about 40 years, royalty was no more than a diffuse stain in Romania's historical past, not included in history textbooks, with undefined characters and vaguely known as bad for the state and Romanian people. Even today, 30 years after the fall of communism, the history of the royal family of Romania and its contribution to the realization of the state are not fully accepted, popularized and exposed to the Romanians, as a reparation, even belated. So, such an impartial, very well written and documented book is for the generation of those who did not have the natural right to know their true history, a window to the past.
The story told by Pakula is truthful, historically attested and honest. It seems in places that an apology is made for Mary, but her human sins mentioned where they belong, ensure the perfect balance of the narrative. All in all, they accurately profile an unparalleled personality and argue for the extraordinary popularity she enjoyed after the First World War. It also seems that King Ferdinand is excessively downplayed, but the valuable mentions of his character, honesty, devotion to the people he devoted himself to (almost a martyrdom), the quality of the people he surrounded himself with, and ultimately the correctly presented legacy of his reign ensures the correct image of the sovereign. Finally, together with Charles I, together with Queen Mary, he built a country, gave it name, performance, dignity and well-being. Equally correctly presented, generating almost revolt in the reader by successfully describing a miserable character, is the profile of Charles II. The details of the narrative do not omit anything: neither Maria's serious moral sins, nor her narcissism and vanity, nor his faulty political orientation in relation to the Jews, nor Ferdinand's weaknesses, but neither their qualities.
A perfect exposure of the historical context, of the catastrophe generated for Eastern Europe by the birth and spread of Bolshevism, of the arrogance of traditional monarchies, of the cowardice and irredentism of some former empires. All make this book a clear, objective, honest and compelling history lesson. And it offer to Romania a fair portrait, which presents it as a nation struggling through history and surviving through intelligence, modesty and fight to empires that thought they were eternal.
In the end, Mary loved a people who deserved her love and sacrifice, but who, by positioning herself at the stormed gates of Europe, failed to return her love in equal measure. Even today, more than 100 years after the First World War, in the city where Mary took refuge and fought for the physical existence of her people, there is no statue or any other monument to honor her memory. It certainly has something to do with the fact that it always was too close to the ever-volatile border of its great neighbor to the east, the same one that once stolen Queen Mary's jewels and then removed her from the history books.