Queen Victoria dominated the latter part of the nineteenth century, so much so that it is forever known as the Victorian Age. I’d say she left her mark on history. But before she became Empress of India and gathered enough countries and territories under the British Empire to resemble toys under a Christmas tree, she was just little “Drina” (short for Alexandrina Victoria). Cloistered, shy, all but smothered by too much helicopter parenting, it amazes the reader to learn how she overcame such an uncomfortable childhood to become the mother of the world.
When she was born in 1819, there was a collective breath of thankfulness from the British people. Her uncle, King George IV, was regent and would then become the successor of mad King George III. The Prince Regent, biding his time to become king, was known more for his girth and devotion to drink. His continuous eating of rich foods and rich liquors had made him as heavy and as nasty as Henry VIII. George’s only successor, daughter Charlotte, had died in childbirth in 1817. That was bad. But worse, it meant one of George’s many brothers would now be the next King. And given their laziness and spendthrift ways (no wonder George III went mad), the kingdom was going to be in a world of pain. So, George IV’s younger brothers suddenly straightened up and went in search of viable wives who could produce the next heir to the British realm. It was Prince Edward who stepped up and produced the future heir, who would hence be fourth in line to the succession once George IV became the real king. Luckily for her, and for Britain, the other heirs had different futures ahead of them.
Her own father, Prince Edward, died in 1820, placing Victoria into the next-in-line ladder. Uncle Frederick died in 1827. He was most famous for the rhyme, The Grand Old Duke of York (I was taught to sing it in Australia by Irish nuns who wanted to remind me the Pommies were bad).
The grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men.
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up, they were up.
And when they were down, they were down.
And when they were only halfway up,
They were neither up nor down.
Then there was Uncle Billy, who would become William IV. A man of the people and a welcome respite from the crazy Georges. But the Sailor King had no legitimate children, so Victoria became his true heir. Uncle Billy wanted to have his young niece live with him and his wife, in order to prepare her for her eventual ruling role. But Victoria’s mother was desperate to control her daughter. The King knew that the mother and her assumed lover, John Conroy, were maneuvering themselves into a future regency, so even though William knew he was in his last days, he determined to stay alive long enough for Victoria to reach her eighteenth birthday, which would deny the two nasties their chance at the throne. It was, perhaps, William IV’s greatest gift to his country.
This fascinating family soap opera takes up much of the first section of the book, which is quite pleasing for the reader. Victoria’s character was forged during the royal feuds and there was always the worry that, yet another Hanoverian descendant could be carrying the madness within that line. It also prepares the reader for the Queen’s adulthood and how she was able to become what she became, which was greatness. As the chapters continue, she marries, has a boatload of children (a Victorian thing to do), becomes widowed, wears black through the end of her life, and becomes rather matronly.
But it’s the lead up to the throne that makes her life so enthralling. In modern times, she would be considered an abused child who needed mental health services and prescriptive drugs, so I admired her ability to stay true to herself. Author Carolly Erickson writes a pleasing tome, managing to keep the reader’s interest in just three hundred pages. There are several biographies of Queen Victoria, but I always start to lose interest when the book is too large and too full of details. The author hits just the right rhythm here. Plus, I never thought that highly of Victoria, but I certainly changed my opinion after finishing this book, so job well done. But she still came from a nutty family.
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