It’s tough to critique Antonia Fraser - a prolific and widely respected historian - and for good reason. Her latest biography, Lady Caroline Lamb, is a cut above in many ways, but its central thesis doesn’t quite land for me. In this book, Fraser attempts to reimagine Caroline (and her roman à clef Glenarvon) as an unsung literary force. While the anecdotes about her relationships with prominent literary figures, both men and women, are very fascinating, the references that support Caroline as a great authoress of her age just aren’t particularly convincing. That’s a shame, because recent scholarship on this subject is actually really compelling, but is largely delegated to the footnotes.
In doing so, Fraser sidesteps some of the more ridiculous elements of Glenarvon. For those unfamiliar with the book, one of the central characters, the villainous Margaret, has Calantha’s young brother murdered (Calantha being a thinly-veiled embodiment of Caroline herself). Fraser, however, never mentions that the boy reappears later, alive, and with no explanation from Caroline. This does not necessarily bear out the idea of Caroline as being some sort of literary icon, on par with the better known figures of her age, and further attempts to paint Glenarvon as more than melodramatic fluff are unsupported.
And while Fraser does touch on Caroline’s rocky relationship with her mother-in-law Lady Melbourne, I felt she could have done more to explain the longstanding divisions between Melbourne and Caroline’s family - specifically her grandmother, Lady Spencer, which went back all the way to the 1770s. There is also the major problem of Caroline’s suicide / self-harm attempt being relegated to just a few lines, perhaps in an effort to support Fraser’s belief that she wasn’t, in fact, suffering from a mental illness such as bipolar. The lack of analysis here was unjust. That said, it’s a relatively short book, so maybe there just wasn’t space for everything….
I will admit that I’ve tended to be indifferent to Caroline compared to her more famous mother and aunt, so I was surprised to find just how many parallels there actually are between her and Georgiana - and not just the obvious tragedy, romantic affairs, substance abuse, and premature deaths. In A New Canto, Caroline writes:
“I’m sick of fame - I’m gorged with it - so full
I almost regret the happier hour
When northern oracles proclaimed me dull
Grieving my lord should so mistake his power.”
Penned in response to her literary critics, these self-reflective lines definitely echo some of her Georgiana’s letters from the 1770s/80s, when the Duchess bemoaned the ‘dissipations’ of her life and her connections in the ton: “when I first came into the world the novelty of the scene made me like everything but my heart now feels only an emptiness in the beau monke that cannot be filled”. Where Caroline is gorged with fame, Georgiana is emptied by it; both of these feelings are deeply rooted in their enduring dependence upon admiration, love, and approval. Still, Fraser doesn’t dwell too much on those comparisons - maybe due to the short nature of the book, or perhaps because comparisons between the two women are already rife in popular history. Instead, she focuses on Caroline’s relationships with Georgiana’s son, Hart, and her own son, Augustus. These connections end up being one of the most compelling parts of the book, and probably the best window into Caroline’s inner-being. Far more so, I believe, than her tempestuous relationship with Byron, or her tolerant if indifferent marriage to Lamb.
One small, final gripe: there’s also a fair bit of repetition throughout this work. The words elfin, boyish, and sprite appear ad nauseam - as many other reviewers have already pointed out.
For all its flaws, the book shows Fraser doing what she does best. She breaks down the content and contexts of Caroline’s letters, romances, and contemporary 19th century writings in her usual sublime, engaging and conversational style. If this ends up being the culmination to Fraser’s lengthy career, it’s a worthy one - and the subject, the volcanic Caroline Lamb, could not be more deserving. She is not easily forgotten, just as she would have wanted. Definitely give this one a read!