Poland and Russia. The intrigues of love are complicated.
Europe in the mid 18th century was exhausted from war. On one side France, Russia, Austria and Sweden wanted to dominate Europe. On the other side, England, Prussia, Hannover and Portugal wanted to do the same. With the signing of the Treaty of Westminster in 16 January 1756, England and Prussia signed a mutual pact to assist each other. Why not, Frederick of Prussia was the nephew of George II of Great Britain.
English ambassador Charles Hanbury Williams was sent to the Russian court to push for a closer connection between Great Britain and Russia. Despite the treaty, Frederick of Prussia was becoming a bigger threat to Europe and Great Britain needed some leeway.
The ambassador needed a right hand man to help out. Count Stanislaw Stanislaw came from a noble family in Poland. He knew Russian and German. He was well educated in Krakow, then sent to Paris where he fell in with nobilities including Louis XV. He learned French and studied art and literature before being sent on to England where he learned English and met other royals. His parents wanted a well-rounded son; Hanbury Williams, who furthered his studies, needed someone to further his political intrigue.
In 1757 Hanbury Williams took the young man to Saint Petersburg as ambassador. Stanislaw impressed the court with his knowledge and language skills. He also impressed Catharine, wife of Peter Ulrich who was son of the Russian empress. Her husband had a lover, why not his wife. Poniatowski was a charmer.
Their affair was discreet as best as it could be. Catherine wanted to be Queen; Stanislaw wanted to be king of Poland. Nothing like ambition. Finally Catharine’s husband got wind of her affair. The child born to the lover didn’t help. Bad publicity makes for a bad relationship and soon Stanislaw and the ambassador were sent home. Poniatowski was crushed. Hanbury Williams was devastated, returning home in defeat.
Stanislaw told his mother about his affair, and being a good Catholic woman, not to mention being royalty, their relationship went south. She pushed for his son to marry his cousin Elzbieta Czartoryska and clean up his act. He tried but his love was in one place, Russia despite the fact Catharine asked him not to send her letters. Young men are stubborn.
Then one day in 1762 the empress died and Peter the husband became the emperor Peter III. Sadly he didn’t last long before Catharine took up the reigns of power. Oh those Russian nobles and their intrigues.
Now my good reader you may have noticed a similarity in the author’s name with this Polish lover Poniatowski. It’s true, Elena Poniatowska is actually related to him.* Her father was the French Prince Jean Poniatowski while her mother was Mexican Paula Dolores Amor. Her aunt was Pita Amor, a well known Mexican poet and who posed for Diego Rivera. Poniatowska, who was born in Paris, says that her family came to France via Italy. In fact there is a family villa in Rome that has been turned into the Etruscan Museum at the Villa Julia. Small world, isn’t it?
*Poniatowski is the name for males; Poniatowska is for females.
Elena and her family fled during the war to Mexico City in 1942. She was ten at the time. She adopted to her new found Mexican life even though her parents sent her to a French school, then to an American boarding school. She learned Spanish from the maids. It seems that the family never lost their noble roots. She would become a journalist working in the 1950s at the newspaper Excélsior as one of the first women journalists. In 1971 she wrote La noche de Tlatelolco: Testimonios de historia oral about the 1968 student massacre in Mexico City. Translated in English to “Massacre in Mexico” it was a book that launched her literary career, becoming one of the leading writers in Mexican literature. She became friends with literally every major writer in Mexico from Carlos Fuentes to Octavio Paz, who even wrote a poem to her.
What we have is a dual book. On one hand a story of a man who would become king and the other, an autobiographical reflection on the queen of a Mexican literature. Of course, families like this have some skeletons in the closet and Poniatowska the writer makes a big revelation of abuse in the latter part of this book. She has been a champion of women’s rights over her long career (she is 93) and written about many women like Leonora Carrington (Leonora, 2011) and Lupe Marin (Dos veces única, 2013). Kudos for Poniatowska for addressing this issue.
Book 2 awaits.