I had never given King Edward VII much attention before. He only ruled for 9 years and seems an afterthought, wedged between Queen Victoria's mammoth reign and his son King George V 26 year rule. When he does come up, it's generally prurient clickbait of the "See the obese king's special sex chair contraption!" or ridiculous Jack the Ripper speculation. The Afterword in this book is so fantastic it almost deserves a book in itself--how history and memory was rewritten (literally) after his death, courtiers frantically burning papers and letters, blackmailing former mistresses having their letters either stolen or strong-armed by detectives, and self-serving doctors, ministers, and leaders altering events to reflect better on them (by denigrating Edward's achievements) and to muscle his rather dull son into giving up power. With World War I happening so soon after his death and already in motion well in advance, it also didn't suit the country or history to dwell upon how much King Edward VII distrusted the Germans or that the war had been looming for at least a decade, because then it would appear that war was always intended instead of forced upon the people because they had to defend gallant Belgium. History is written by the victors or the living--and while in death he showed that he was one of the most popular monarchs in English history, with the crowds far exceeding his mother, he was also quickly diminished soon after by the widespread deaths in the war.
Another book that has deepened I think my understanding of the years of 1840s-1945 and some things are shocking in a way that they're not more discussed. The author does a very good job in showing Edward in totality--at many points he's an extremely likeable person that you could almost see yourself conversing with--like his mother he was not racist, he firmly believed he was a King of all his people and not just the white rich men (although he was vehemently against suffrage), and one part that ran through his whole life was his aversion to anti-Semitism. I do not agree with one historian (not the author) opinion that his friendship and support of English Jews was ultimately negative, because they integrated into society and lost their Jewish identity, whereas if they had been discriminated against that wouldn't have happened. I am sure the Rothschilds and Cassels and the many others that Bertie enjoyed hanging out with (and who helped save the monarchy by quietly fixing the finances behind the scenes) would have preferred to not be hounded and still considered that they had an identity. And I think it gives him credit that he wasn't just concerned about his country, but thought Eastern Europe pogroms were disgusting and tried to intervene at times with his Russian kin over it.
It makes one wonder if his pro-Semitic viewpoints played a part in the smearing of his name post death, since several of his scornful biographers had issues with that. (That Albert might have had a Jewish father is also an interesting speculation). This is a very nuanced book, and as the author points out, he matured and deepened to some degree as he got older--with his extremely complicated marriage, his relations with his mother, the death of his beloved sister Alice, the reconciliation between him and his brilliant older sister and her godawful death (holy shit at the horribleness of her long death--when you have to get your brother the King smuggle you in morphine personally because your evil son won't give you enough pain medication when you have breast/spine /bone cancer, and the screams were so bad the sentries asked to be moved a little further out of earshot), the death of his son, and just generally growing up--he was a very different person at the end of his life than the callow heartless womanizer of his youth (though he was always a horndog), which is true of all people I think, but spectacularly detailed in this book.
I liked how this author tackled the giant looming shadow of Queen Victoria--and think she's correct in that the only way Victoria was able to pull off her long widowy seclusion was having the feckless Bertie, whom she never trusted with any official business or dispatches (unknown to him that went to his youngest hemophiliac brother), cutting ribbons and making public appearances with his beautiful wife, Alix to keep the public at bay. I also liked her point that Victoria, while intensely private when it came to appearances, didn't have any issues really in showing herself to her people via photos and with her book her private life (and in her journals and letters, even with Princess Beatrice spending 30 years copying these--badly--and destroying the originals), while Bertie, happy to be seen in public, tried to keep his tumultuous and somewhat predatory private life under wraps. I think this could explain the great outpouring of grief at his death which subsided, when the author notes that even 70 years after her death, her people were routinely dreaming of her.
I recently read AN Wilson's big book on Victoria, and while I grumbled at all the detail about prime ministers I didn't really care about and wished that there was more about her children or family life and less about Gladstone condescending or Melbourne being a pervert to poor orphans, I was glad here that I was recently primed with that info. I still do not care for Gladstone--though maybe I should read a book on him to see if my opinion changes. Him playing the game, trying to turn son against mother, reiterated my earlier suspicion that his issue with Victoria was that she was a woman whom he couldn't really influence, and there is a lot about prime ministers in this one too. Mostly Balfour and Asquith, both whom come off as totally odious. (In all the Margot Asquith parts, Dorothy Parker's quip that "The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love affairs in all literature" kept ringing in my brain.) I do not agree totally with the author's assertion that Victoria was an arch-reactionary--I think her politics are too complicated to really fall in one column or the other--she definitely leaned more conservative, but I think because conservative politicians like Disraeli and Palmerston were able to flatter and connect with her better as people.
I was shocked a bit that Victoria's view post rule was saying "apres moi le deluge"--believing that after her death, Bertie would mess everything up and feared that Kaiser would plunge the world into war and that the monarchy would not survive her. Bertie had basically the same view, predicting total war after his death--which of course happened. Both with these fatalistic views did nothing to prepare their successor--and I would have liked more about Bertie's relationship with George, since it seems he was even more woefully unprepared than him. Victoria and Albert had their punishing educational plan for their children (backfired, he almost never read)--but at least Bertie spoke multiple languages fluently and traveled widely. George spoke only English and preferred to live in a cramped house and devote himself to his stamp collection. Because Bertie never included George in duties, within 6 months of his death, the prime ministers responsible for soiling his reputation diminished the powers of monarchy.
It's also interesting really all his relationships with people in his life. Of course Victoria loomed large, but I didn't get that she was the monster of a mother some make out to be. In every scandal and low point in his life, she was always there 1000% on his side, so ironically again in his darkest moments their relationship always seemed to be at a highpoint, and when things were good personally for him, they had fallings out. Even though he wished to be King his whole life and have more influence, he was still crying at her bedside and she was crying at his when she thought he was dying of typhoid. And the Kaiser pushing his way into her deathbed, unwanted--she had no idea he was even there, she disliked him so much no one wanted to tell him and he was not invited--which puts a very different spin on her dying in her beloved grandchild's arms. Victoria's children all rose and fell in favor--sometimes Bertie was her favorite, other times it was Louise or Arthur or Leopold. Having so many kids meant she had a lot to play against one another. The book centers mostly on Bertie, Vicky and Alice. Arthur gets like 2 extremely brief mentions (mostly that he wore kilts but didn't know how to wear them and accidentally flashed people all the time), Louise barely which was surprising since she was the other rebel of the family, and Beatrice and Helene hardly at all. But it makes sense, since Alice is who he was closest to personally, and their little back and forths as kids, sneaking out to smoke are adorable.
His marriage to Alix I think belongs in the “What if” pantheon of history. If he hadn’t married her, maybe no world wars, which is a big load to put on an impoverished Danish princess’s shoulders, especially one as charismatic and sweet as her. Mostly when it comes to the Schleswig-Holstein Question of 1864, which as Palmerston said: “Only three people have ever really understood the Schleswig-Holstein business—the Prince Consort, who is dead [Albert]—a German professor, who has gone mad—and I, who have forgotten all about it." Really, soon as you hear “Schleswig-Holstein Question” your eyes start to glaze over and attention wander, but basically land grab by Prussia that screwed over Alix’s relations, which enraged her and Bertie out of loyalty to her and started the rift between Germany & Austria against the rest of Europe. In a way, it’s ironic. Prince Albert’s scheme of marrying off his & Victoria’s children to German royalty and taking the thrones of Europe only ensured that the World Wars would be family wars and most likely precipitated things (definitely in the case of Wilhelm, which the author suggests was a sociopath, completely lacking in empathy).
It was a love match on Alix’s side and even though Victoria wished hypothetically that Bertie had married someone else, she still loved Alix herself and seemed in this book to be even closer to her than some of her daughters (don’t get the one insinuation that his sister Vicky was in love with Alix herself) and Bertie could not have done better wife wise—if she hadn’t stuck with him he would have been a laughingstock. Her health broken by repeated pregnancies in such a short time—who vomits blood when giving birth?—doctors advised them that any future pregnancies would result in most likely her death and then he moved from cheating on her sometimes to flagrantly cheating all the time. Really, it’s shown again and again he couldn’t help himself, but it does seem like Bertie took things to cruel lengths (“She is my brood mare. The others are just my hacks.” attitude). And one wonders still, since he had an abortionist on call and seemed up to date on birth control, just what he was thinking. His endless affairs and mistresses are another reason history sort of looks the other way from Edward the Caresser. I did not get the author’s judgement of Alix for taking a cruise during his last months and she should have known somehow he was sick—well he chainsmoked massive cigars with emphysema and bronchitis, still had time to travel to holiday resorts himself in the company of his mistresses, and party during his illness—and she made it back in time after all. The other famous scene in his life, where wife and mistress tenderly weep over him while he was dying also was very different in real life than reported.
His latest mistress shows up announced bearing a letter dated 10 years earlier by him, that’s basically a hall pass to see him if he’s sick, then makes a horrible scene on his deathbed. “She was bundled out of the room, shrieking…She fell into a wild fit of hysterics and had to be carried out of the room…[he] recalled the Queen taking him aside and whispering, “Get this woman away.” So even a few hours from death, he managed to once again hurt his wife and family. Because of Alix, Bertie was close to the Russian royal family, since her sister was Czar Nicholas’s mother (why King George and the Czar looked almost identical) and the Czarina was his sister's Alice's daughter. Her influence through her sister, the two royal families spent each summer together in Denmark, where Alix told “stories about [the Kaiser’s] bad behavior towards his parents. The czar, who for all his autocratic politics was a devoted family man, was shocked, and Russian commitment to the German alliance was compromised.”
Churchill comes off very poorly—both Winston & his syphilitic father Randolph, while Jennie Churchill conducted a decades long affair with Bertie. It’s good that King Edward opposed Churchill at that point, since he rejected WC’s policy of naval affairs and went with a war-with-Germany-imminent plan and supported other ministers who participated in the navy arms race, ensuring that England was at least somewhat prepared for World War I. He also was like his mother in liking France, though took it a step further in preferring France over Germany, solidifying that relationship. I think the author does a very good job in the reevaluation of his reign and (pretty gigantic) beneficial impact his policies had to the 20th century. If he had taken it easy foodwise (the list of daily luncheons and dinners and snacks and the entire chicken he would take to bed with him to consume I guess between dreams was gross in the gluttony of it all), maybe not have spent so much time in drizzly cold shooting thousands of birds, also too fat to even fly, and laid off the cigars a bit, he might have lived longer. He might have countered his maniac nephew, he would have given the Romanovs asylum where his son refused, he definitely would not have ceded any of his powers like George did—so it’s another big what-if. But what ifs aside, the author has done a fantastic job lifting the veil on history that has been distorted.