About George Washington, our first President and husband to Martha, our first First Lady, were that title to have been in use during her time, I have read much. So I had, when acquiring this book, published in 2015 by Flora Fraser, the British author of previous historical biographies, primarily on European royalty, high hopes. A mouthful, perhaps, the title, with subtitle and sub-subtitle, "The Washingtons: George and Martha: ‘Join’d by Friendship, Crown’d by Love,’" may be. But indicative it is, of the style of the writing therein. So frustrated and disappointed was I, in reading this prose, while learning little new or compelling about the subjects of the story Ms. Fraser relates.
A fan you must be, of awkward dependent clauses, of which there are many, and stilted inverted sentences, more than a few of which also appear, in order to appreciate this book. A distraction as well, are the split infinitives and incomplete sentences upon which you may frequently come.
Since, apparently, a scholarly writing this is not meant to be, the overly-formal and rather antiquated literary style is, you might say, a curious choice. Humanizing the Washingtons, so often thought of as immovable and unemotional, as in the marble statues and painted portraits in which they are depicted, is, one would think, the goal of a book that aims to tell the story of their relationship and marriage. Humanizing it is, though, only if you are acquainted with humans who speak and write like this.
Setting aside, however, if you find yourself able to, the style of writing, the substance of this book is, in large measure, lacking as well. Not Ms. Fraser's fault, is some of this. Martha Washington, upon her husband's death, regrettably, to the detriment of history and to readers of biographies such as the one about which I write, set aflame her correspondence with her late spouse. So upon surviving documents must Ms. Fraser rely, such as detailed bills of goods for items including "18 yards of the best pink tabby" and "gothick Chairs, wt. Pincushion Seats, stufft in the best manner & covered with horse hair." Quite detailed it is, though unclear is it as well, whether an abundance of such details offers much insight.
To General Washington's side Martha frequently traveled during the War for Independence, so the strength, if there can be said to be one, of this book is in keeping Martha's story in the forefront when, in many other books, she fades into the background as into the spotlight George moves. At the expense of her husband's story, however, this comes, as Martha's every visit to his wartime encampments is described, as are banal details of life back at Mount Vernon, the home, in Virginia, on the Potomac, where the Washingtons resided. This leaves, in contrast, major events in the actual war to take place largely in the background. Washington's famed crossing, in December 1776, of the Delaware, the river separating Pennsylvania and New Jersey, for example, merits, in this book, a single uninspired paragraph, while so casually is the British surrender at Yorktown, the peninsular Virginia locale, thus ending the war, described, for nearly missing it altogether you would be forgiven. And, dispatched in three brief chapters, is the entirety of the ensuing Washington presidency. All the while, matters of more mundane insignificance, involving Martha, her relatives and her residence, are given prominence of outsized measure.
A portrait of everyday life this is, of two individuals who did not, in actuality, lead everyday lives. So a window into their familial relations and marital relationship through to peer we are invited. But what is missing looms large, while what is included underwhelms. And as convoluted it may appear, and painful it may feel to read this review, imagine, if you will, reading an entire book in the style herein simulated.
Too short is life, for time to be spent in the reading of bad books. So a favor to yourself you may consider doing, by heeding the advisement for this one to skip.