In the early hours of August 31, 1997, a spirited, compassionate, and beautiful woman—who just happened to be the most famous woman in the world—was killed in a tunnel under the streets of Paris, hunted down by her pursuers. How did this happen? In this book—part love story, part document of our times, part murder mystery—Julie Burchill explores every aspect of the "Age of Diana" to develop the first rounded, in-depth look at this iconic figure of our century.
Julie Burchill is an English writer and columnist known for her provocative comments. Beginning as a writer for the New Musical Express at the age of 17, she has written for newspapers such as The Sunday Times and The Guardian. She is a self-declared "militant feminist". She has several times been involved in legal action resulting from her work. She is also an author and novelist, her 1989 novel Ambition being a bestseller, and her 2004 novel Sugar Rush being adapted for television.
I read this for a book group read when it was first released about 20 years ago and I recall it was slaughtered. Finding it again on one of my regular attic sortouts, I decided to give it another go.
Burchill's style of writing is intriguing, unusual, and as anti-Charles as it is possible to get - verging on the unprofessional and very immature in her comments - suggesting that Charles would offer Diana a pair of riding boots, a hard hat and a Halloween mask to fulfil his fantasy about Camilla Parker Bowles. Childish, and unnecessarily mean. Some of her metaphors are funny and acerbic, some are spiteful.
Julie Burchill's view on the wedding kiss on the balcony photograph: "Even Prince Charles looked alright. You couldn't see his face, for a start." And his pointlessness is emphasised as "her tights gave her more support than her husband".
The history aspect is interesting, and Diana's comments such as "I've got a mouse in my muff" are amusing. But the deification of Diana is ridiculous. An interesting read, I guess, but it took me longer to finish than I'd have liked.
This book is unabashed in its praise and fondness for Princess Diana. Burchill sprinkles it liberally with wry, cynical metaphors that amused me because I think Diana was very badly treated by the House of Windsor. If you have read one or two books about Diana you won’t really find anything new in this book because it is not a biography but a long essay of praise. If you are a Prince Charles supporter you will find this book infuriating because Burchill has nothing good to say about him or his family. I am one of those who is dreading the day that Charles becomes King and crowns Camilla his Queen. I don’t believe she deserves that title. I think the entire monarchy is a waste of taxpayers money and that Britain could get along fine without a monarchy. None of this does away with my fascination with the royal family rather in the same way a doctor may come across a rare disease and takes a great interest in its unusualness.
Was curious about what I understood would be a feminist's viewpoint. Author is unapologetically sympathetic of Diana and scathing of Charles, the Royal Family, Camilla, Diana's family especially her grandmother, and the English upper class (particularly its males). It seems no one thought much about whether a relationship with and marriage to Charles was in the best interests of the young, naive and very vulnerable Diana. Instead everyone around her pretty much seemed to have gaslighted her into thinking her arranged marriage of convenience was a love marriage.
Julie forgot to mention her “friends” Lawson and Monckton’s “connections” with MI6 — and although she mentions Israel once she skips the part where Diana was going to advocate for FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸 as her next issue after the worldwide success of the landline campaign — but other than that sneakily convenient omission it’s a thoroughly entertaining dragging of Sir Lord Tampon
Nothing to dislike you told her story so well. I hear your voice (which I think is strange) and your honesty which I applaud and at the end I cried again.