For all those obsessed with the British monarchy and with recent British history, this book is a must. Written by Clive Irving, a longtime Fleet Street, sometime tabloid journalist, this book could be an addition to the acclaimed television series The Crown, if there weren't already a companion book written. What more could we actually care to learn about the royal family, whose dysfunction has been widely documented and dissected since the early days of Lady Di? Well quite a lot, it would seem.
Although this book is sarcastic and occasionally bitchy, the author is serious enough in intent. He doesn't, it seems, just want to shock and titilate, but to prove his thesis that the way the Windsors have dealt with most problems both public and private have not endeared them to the British public. And he believes that few of its leading lights, including the Queen herself, have the nous to lead the monarchy kicking and screaming into the postmodern age.
Thr trouble according to Irving, really began with the terrible parenting of King George V and his frosty wife Queen Mary in the early part of the 20th century. The duo managed to bring up four sons without attending to their emotional or psychological needs--at all. The Queen's father George VI was lucky enough to claim the Queen Mother for his wife and enjoyed the happiness of domesticity and the help of a stalwart companion to compensate for his onerous role as a man who never wanted nor was ever prepared to be king. His brothers were not so lucky, especially David who after a brief reign as King Edward VII, gave up the throne for Wallis Simpson and spent the rest of his life as a spoiled errant jet settter and fascist sympathizer. The devotion of George VI and his wife to Britain and to thei family both during and after WWII led the institution to stay poplular throughout the 40s and 50s but even then there were cracks in the facade. Princess Margaret, the Queen's spoiled, wilful younger sister suffered from the humiliation of not being allowed to marry the man she loved because he was divorced. She ended up as a bitter unhappy woman who drank too much and alienated most of those around her.
In the 60s, Britain like nearly all of western society underwent seismic social changes but the Queen herself, despite her exemplary devotion to duty, seemed to have a blind spot, a coldness, in her personality, which did not always endear her to her subjects. In 1966, the disastrous deaths of many in the Welsh village of Aberfan led both Prince Philip and her brother-in-law Tony Snowden to rush to the area and provide succor and aid to the anguished families there. The Queen didn't arrive there until a week later and was seen by many as selfish and uncaring. Later her puzzling behavior would be repeated in the aftermath of Princess Diana's death when she and most of the royals stayed at Balmoral instead of rushing to London to view the thousands of mourners, some of whom were very angry over her absence. It was left to Tony Blair, the then Prime Minister to cajole Her Majesty into returning.
According to Irving, the advent of ruthless tabloid journalism and the Crown's failure to address and embrace changing mores have both led to a growing lack of respect and an indifference to the institution. He wonders too, if the ascension of Prine Charles after the Queen's death will make things worse for he sees him as a man too set in his ways and too spoiled by half to do the job of turning things around. Recent crises in the family--Harry and Meghan's defection, Prince Andrew's refusal to accept responsibility for his scandalous, criminal behaviour--haven't helped.
Only the advent of William and Kate who have successfully woven duty with modernity into their lives may save the Monarchy, according to Irving. But it just may be a case of too little, too late. Charles, given the family's genetic code may live to be ninety making William an old man by the time he ascends to the throne. And who in Britain will really care by then?This is an absorbing, opinionated, engrossing read proving perhaps that ex-King Faroukh of Egypt was wrong when he said that there would always be five queens--the Queen of Clubs, the Queen of Diamonds, the Queen of Spades, the Queen of Hearts and the Queen of England. Time will tell.