Lever feels sorry for Marie Antoinette, although past a certain point she sort of throws up her hands because the woman literally did nothing but make poor choices. However, it is painfully obvious that Maria Theresa sent her badly-educated, not-very-bright teenage daughter (14!) to the most treacherous court in Europe without much concern for the girl herself. This was somewhat of a track record for the Habsburg empress, who had previously dispatched Antonia's sisters to marry equally badly in Italy, although the consequences weren't quite as severe. Marie Antoinette never twigged to the fact that her mother/brother's ambassador to Versailles, Mercy, was providing a back-door channel about her behavior to Vienna. The Queen was constantly mystified by the fact that her mother knew every single detail of her life. At one point Marie Antoinette gives the cold shoulder to her visiting sister Cristina because she assumes the sibling has been sending Maria Theresa Belgian newspapers from what were referred to as the Austrian Netherlands, where Cristina and her husband were holding down the Firm's interests. The Habsburgs rode the Austrian Queen of France mercilessly. She was there to advance imperial interests, period. Given how few French really wanted the alliance to begin with, such a task would have strained the resources of a smart adult. Marie Antoinette didn't become an emotional adult until the Revolution, and she never did display much brain power.
Her description of the Necklace Affair is excellent, providing absolute clarity for the motivations, timeline, and most importantly --- how neither Louis XVI or Marie Antoinette realized that by pursuing the Cardinal de Rohan through the legal system they used, the Queen's reputation was doomed. Lever also unearths some interesting evidence about the royal marriage: even after they were bullied into consummation, neither the King or Queen were assiduous about their conjugal duties. Louis emerges as someone with genuine emotional difficulties, although Lever's psycho-historical approach to his sexual history is less interesting than the simple documentation of how many times he tried to instigate relations. Not many. Marie Antoinette was frankly bored by her husband's lovemaking skills; since her reading was limited to trashy romance, according to Lever, that isn't surprising. Lever comes down more or less on the side of "of course they did!" about whether Fersen and Marie Antoinette did the deed. More or less, although the letters that only emerged in the last quarter of the 20th century are convincing enough. In the end, Lever argues, it doesn't matter if the romance was physically consummated. Fersen was the emotional love of her life.
Lever correctly points out that those who knew Marie Antoinette during her lifetime had a far different view of the last Queen of France than that promoted post-1793. She calls what happened "hagiography", and that estimation is dead on target. There is an arresting anecdote when the child Marie-Therese, Madame Royale, coolly tells her mother's friend Abbe Vermond that she wishes Marie Antoinette would have died in an accident. You can make more of that than it deserves, but it at least suggests the possibility that Madame Royale's devotion to her mother's memory post-execution may have been caused by residual guilt for not loving her Mom as much as she did Dad. In any event, the entire sad family paid an enormous price for 15 years of dilettantish behavior. Marie Antoinette wanted the perks of being Queen of France without accepting the responsibilities. Creating a beautiful garden around the Trianon, a series of attractive private rooms that allowed her to entertain without formality, and a taste for faux-pastoral living and private theatricals do not excuse a relentless inability to work on behalf of the nation. There was no actual model of a French Queen who did --- the consorts of Louis XIV and Louis XV were colorless nonentities, and that took it back over 100 years. On the other hand, there were plenty of bad examples of royal favorites who were blamed for all sorts of nonsense. Pompadour was dead by the time Marie Antoinette arrived at Versailles, but DuBarry was very much around. The problem for the Queen was that her husband was either uxorious or completely uninterested in sexual relationships (Lever has her opinions on that, trust me), so Marie Antoinette, whose devotion to luxury and general "filles just wanna have fun!" attitude until the Revolution made her the perfect substitute for a blameworthy mistress in the eyes of the kingdom.
What a mess this poor woman made. Moreover, she and her husband, who lacked the affect to be an absolute monarch, took their children and his sister over a cliff with them. I always find it a bit chilling that Empress Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia was devoted to the memory of Marie Antoinette given the fate of OTMAA and the Dauphin.
And yet. She died well (although she also died having lied her way through her trial; there is no question that Marie Antoinette had committed treason in her written communications with enemies of both the constitutional monarchy and then the Republic). In the end, it all falls away, the stupid hairdos, the playacting at artificial simplicity while her subjects starved, the jewels, the emotional dependence upon unworthy people, all of it, leaving only the image of a haggard woman in a white chemise dragged to her death. Her last recorded words, to the executioner upon whose foot she stepped: "Monsieur, I beg your pardon. I did not do it on purpose." It was a breathtaking and entirely apt epitaph.