Another book I found on the shelf in the cabin. Dad has been talking about 1936 lately and the memories of that year and had just watched a show about the Duke of Windsor. The author has no respect for his subjects (always fascinating to me in a biography), and spanks the Windsors soundly. The history is interesting, and reading another less whinging account of those years might be in my future. Wallis Warfield Simpson is vetted as a grasping, selfish Nazi collaborator who never loved the Duke, only the throne. Edward was a silly, pampered, not-too-bright man, who abdicated his throne when his country was at the precipice of war for a woman, for which his family never forgave him. It's British Royals acting, so what's unusual here? History doesn't make a situation more fascinating, but the book is just as whiny, gossipy and damned as its subjects. Who can identify the hair's breadth between pacifist and traitor? When is the desire for peace trumped by treason? There were backroom negotiations, conferences, ambitions, agendas all over Europe in the 30s; entire countries still trying to recover from world war and desperate to avoid another. There was a bumper sticker we saw on the way up north "Hang All Traitors," wrapped in a noose. It was shocking, but I'm willing to guess that the owner of that car thinks he is a patriot, just as sincerely as John Parker believes he is qualified to spot. This is a gossip magazine account. I'll find a WWII equivalent of Barbara Tuchman's "The Guns of August" for an historical accounting.