Inverary Castle is only about an hour from where I live. Because I love to include local history and locations in my own books, it’s featured in a few of my romances. Another more personal connection with the Argylls is through Kilmun Church, where my sister was married and where my grandparents and my grandmother’s sister are buried. It’s here where the Argylls have their mausoleum, and this is also where Princess Louise, wife of one of the former dukes, was to have been buried had she died in Scotland (which she didn’t, so she’s buried at Frogmore). Princess Louise is best friend to Lady Margaret in the novel, Her Heart for a Compass, which I ‘collaborwrote’ with Sarah Ferguson. If you follow me on other social media, you’ll know these are the kind of twisting historical connections that I love. And in a final twisty, turny connection, a very long time ago, my BFF’s partner was granted an interview with Margaret, the subject of this book, for a film that I don’t think was ever made. I’d forgotten all about her, until the BBC
So when the BBC showed A Very British Scandal, promising a revision of Margaret’s reputation as a sex-crazed money grabber, I tuned in. It was an excellent production, interestingly with access granted to film at Inverary Castle, something which surprised me. And it did show Margaret in a different light, very much the product of her time and upbringing, surrounded by people who were similarly so – and I have to say, personally, all of them highly unlikeable. And this is a long-winded introduction to the book, upon which the film was based!
The author, Charles Castle, was a tap-dancing biographer of among others Noel Coward, whom Margaret originally commissioned to work with her on a tell all bio based on a series of interviews. At the end of it, the deal, he says, was to go fifty-fifty on the book, and she was to leave it up to him to sign up with a publishing house. She backed out in the end, and this book was not published (I don’t think) until after. Capricious to the end, it would seem. And capricious is the word I think I’d use for Margaret, having read it.
A friend warned me about having a biased view of her, when I said I had found her loathsome. I don’t think I’m biased, I’m pretty certain that if I’d ever met her I would have found her loathsome. Entitled, arrogant, beautiful, self-obsessed, she was also very much a victim of the Establishment and the press, of that I have no doubt. They vilified her sexuality, her confidence, portraying her as a siren, and Iain Argyll as the victim – he, who married shamelessly for money and whose adultery from the start of their marriage he seemed to think she must accept. Margaret’s penchant for going to court didn’t go in her favour either, but to be fair to her, she had a lot of reasons for going to court, not least that the man she married signed up to a marriage contract he was never legally able to honour.
So much for my impression of the woman. The book itself is interesting as a historical artefact. You can hear Margaret’s voice from the conversations loud and clear, and sometimes it’s really funny. Before she married her first husband she was engaged several times, including to Fulke (love that name!) Earl of Warwick. Her mother wasn’t keen on the man, her father thought him disrespectful when he lounged about on a sofa and didn’t get up to greet him, and his own mother had this to say to Margaret’s mother:
“If you love your daughter, don’t let her marry my son. He’s a liar, he’s ill-mannered, and he picks his nose.”
I don’t think it was the nose-picking that put Margaret off, but she ended the engagement.
Charles Castle was not happy about the way Margaret treated him, after he’d put all the work into getting a publishing deal. He comments often on her deceitful nature, her poor relationship with the truth, and to be fair to him, he gives us a huge amount of evidence to back that up. She wasn’t a liar, so much as one of those people who think that what they say at a particular time is the truth, and if they change their minds later, then that’s the truth. A certain Boris Johnson or Donald Trump even, spring to mind. The ‘truth’ is what served Margaret best at the time, and she did seem consistently outraged when she found herself questioned. She never apologised, she never backed down, but sometimes she was forced to walk away from defending herself. Despite all of that though, I can’t help but think the very black and white way she’s presented here is biased, on the author’s part and on the part of the Establishment, press and law and aristocracy, who have written Margaret’s history. She was a star. She was a very rich and beautiful woman who was utterly confident, and who didn’t want to simply follow the path that was expected of her. Of course she was going to be vilified.
I didn’t like her, but she was gutsy and true to herself. I enjoyed A Very British Scandal a great deal more than I enjoyed this book. But I’m glad to have read it, because it is grist to my own mill of writing about women (fictional in my case) who buck the trend. And if Margaret had been around now, I am absolutely certain it would be a whole different story.