932 pages. You’re probably thinking: “That’s a lot of pages!” I admit I was a bit intimidated by the length of Margaret George’s novel on Henry VIII. However, I assure you, the length is less of an issue than the actual content of this gargantuan book.
Disappointment arose quickly, as the beginning of The Autobiography of Henry VIII “welcomed” me with a very slow and dull start. The first several chapters were drab recaps of the events of Henry’s youth which lacked any emotion, excitement, or personal opinion (even though this is supposed to be “Henry’s view”). Initially, the most interesting moments were the note of Will Somers, which sadly, were too rare in usage. Also adding to my poor first impression, were the inaccuracies which stuck out like sore thumbs. I could not determine if these were thus because the novel was first published in 1986 or because it was Henry’s view and his side of the story is skewed (an attempt to add character to the story); but either way, I noticed the errors.
The characters were flat and underdeveloped, especially Henry who was deemed no growth or depth and seems very child-like even during late adulthood. The novel lacks any connection to the characters. Granted, there were some interesting moments throughout the novel (such as with infamous Anne Boleyn) but these were sprinkled too loosely and encompassed a roller coaster ride between boredom and entertainment. Meaning, there was never a constant flow in the story’s plot line. Furthermore, some of George’s contrived Henry experiences created simply for the novel were so outrageous and ridiculous that it created even more dissonance in the already filtered reading.
Like most Henry VIII novels, The Autobiography of Henry VIII focused mostly on Henry’s mistresses, wives, and search for wives. Many readers tend to complain that Henry is only described in regards to his six wives, but apparently even from “HIS” view, his wives are deemed the most diversification. All other events – rebellions, downfall of Cromwell, Henry’s children- are less than side notes in this novel. In fact, if this is Henry’s view, then he would describe himself as shallow and elementary if we are to believe how he is portrayed in his novel.
Speaking of wives, I especially disliked how Anne Boleyn was depicted. Love her or hate her, it can be agreed that she possessed a certain level of intelligence and conniving. However, George created a bimbo character that was annoying, frivolous, and prone to temper tantrums. It is the equivalent of the usual portrait of Catherine Howard. Anne of Cleves was presented in a much brighter light, showing strength and personality while Catherine Howard’s relationship with Henry, in Henry’s view, was based merely on physical attraction. The End. Nothing more there. Basically, Henry comes off as a virginal 15-year old teenager desperate for sex with Catherine. He made me dislike that marriage even more than I already have. Although, that being said, Catherine’s deceit toward Henry and her death prompted one of the most powerful reactions from Henry in the novel allowing the reader to finally see his true feelings.
The best parts of the entire 932 pages were the last 30 or so pages depicting the war with France, the death and funeral of Charles Brandon, and the impact on Henry. Plus, of course, the death of Henry himself was also moving (although less so than Brandon’s).
Overall, I can see why some readers could love (and do love) George’s novel. There are some books which are simply terrible and some which aren’t for everyone. This one is simply not for me. I suggest it more for a Tudor reader whom hasn’t read a hundred books on Henry, already. If you have, like myself; you may find yourself skimming large sections like I did.