This is not a bad book; but it’s not a book about the real Elizabeth. Nor is it an intimate portrait. I’m not sure why I expected it to be. (Maybe the title?) After all, who knows the real Elizabeth, apart from her very small circle of close friends and her family, and they’re not talking. Except for Diana, of course, and she’s not talking now. And much of what she did say is somewhat suspect.
The book is really about the role of the monarch, particularly the role that Elizabeth has chosen to play (or has had thrust upon her) as monarch. Maybe the point is that there is not much distinction between the two. The role and the person have merged or very nearly. In the final pages of his book, Marr does manage some more personal glimpses. He also includes some interesting information on Prince Phillip’s difficult childhood and explains where his Greek ancestry as well as his British and German ancestry came from.
Being Queen today is harder than it was when Victoria was Queen, Marr writes. The Windsors have come to understand that any danger to the future of the monarchy will not come from political upheavals, such as the one that created the Windsor dynasty in 1917, “but from inside the family as it struggles to live in a fast-moving world of ravenous reporters and eavesdroppers.” Unsurprisingly, they dislike the press. Perhaps Phillip most of all. Sometimes Marr stretches things too far as when he wants to compare the current Queen to Queen Victoria. “Like Victoria,” he writes, “she has produced a large family who has had their share of scrapes. Like Victoria, her heir has had to wait until his own old age for the chance to reign, while establishing an independent role.” The latter is certainly true, although Charles is definitely not the dashing personality that Edward VII was. And to compare her family of four to Victoria’s nine, as both being large families seems absurd.
I suppose in the more than three hundred pages, Marr did manage to uncover some new tidbits, but most of what he assembles, quite well, is familiar. Elizabeth has put duty above all else. If she had her druthers, she’d probably have spent her life as a horsewoman and with her Corgis than as a Queen with all of its incumbent ceremonies. She is circumspect to a fault. She has seen an awful lot of history in her time. Prime Ministers come and go. She remains constant and has a phenomenal memory. Prime Ministers, under stress, feel they can confide in her. She is the soul of discretion. She seems to have preferred Prime Ministers from the Conservative Party more than most of the Labour PMs; but has had a good relationship with them all, albeit not without some rough spots. When she was a young Queen, her Prime Ministers tried to bully her, Churchill especially; now they are in awe of her. She is frugal and has had to spend more of her private wealth than previously as republican fervor has gained ascendancy. She doesn’t complain much, but Phillip has been known to.
She has a terrific smile when she cares to be less formal which she is increasingly learning to be, but don’t presume on it. She can quickly put you in your place with an icy glance. Her family has given her considerable grief from time-to-time, most notably Charles and Diana. She takes her role as Head of the Church of England seriously and at a time when the official word of the Church was against divorce, three of her four children divorced. Her relationship with the future heir to the throne seems to have been more contentious than her relationship with her other children and her grandchildren. She appears to have had a good marriage. Oh, and here is a new tidbit that I did glean from the book: she definitely does have a mothering instinct. The loss of her sister Margaret and her mother within the same year hit her hard. They were two people she could confide in and did so almost every day.
Perhaps the main thread in the book is Elizabeth’s affection for the Commonwealth. She has worked hard to keep it together. Marr speculates about whether it will stay together after her reign is over. He’s not at all sure that it will. It’s clear that Marr admires her but his book is not hagiography. Still, he’s glad that she’s had a long and good reign. God Save the Queen.