Perhaps somewhat shamefully, given my love for the Victorians, I'd never heard of any of the Bensons. Then again, I'm not particularly well-versed in either religious history or minor Edwardian literature, so I suppose there's no reason why I should have known about them. Nonetheless, I was intrigued by the book's title when I spotted it on a library shelf, and especially by the book's promise of a scandalous lesbian affair. The book was actually more mundane than this, but enjoyable regardless.
Mary Benson was the wife of Edward Benson, the Archbishop of Canterbury in the late 19th century. She had been essentially groomed to be his bride from the age of 11 (creepy, though Edward was not the only Benson with an unhealthy relationship with children), and thus forced to suppress her own desires, including her inclination towards same-sex relationships. She went on to give birth to six children, whose cleverness is reiterated throughout the book.
Although Bolt gets in a jab about her son's biography of her (for being mainly about himself), his own biography also focuses largely on her children and Edward. This is undoubtedly in large part because she was so often forced to sublimate her own will to those of her family, and by her own admittance, hadn't really been able to develop any of her own interests. Still, he does include some passages from her diary, and I would have loved to hear more, as she was obviously a fascinating woman in her own right. Bolt also includes passages from the writings of the various Benson children, which do serve to further illuminate the lives of the Bensons.
Though the dust jacket promised a more lurid affair, the book tends to skirt away from actual sex, though we are given to understand that most of the family have homosexual tendencies (with two of the sons seeming to verge on paedophilia, which is quite icky and disturbing to modern readers, though I realise it wasn't quite as taboo in Victorian times). Bolt withholds judgement throughout, instead letting the family members judge and criticise themselves, through their books and letters. As I stated above, I was disappointed that much of Mary's spirit seemed to have been suppressed, rather as it was in life (and I wanted to see her end up in a loving relationship with a woman after Edward's death, instead of a female version of Edward, but alas, nonfiction can't end the way we want it to). That being said, I still massively enjoyed this book. It was refreshing to read about such an unconventional Victorian family, where even the girls were encouraged intellectually, and given a chance to shine. I liked the included passages from the Bensons' works so much, I'm tempted to seek out some of Fred and Maggie's books. Whilst it's not quite the analysis of Victorian lesbianism I was hoping for, it is a fascinating account of a remarkable family.