by Helen Rappaport
UK Release Date: November 3, 2011
US Release Date: unknown
SYNOPSIS
When Queen Victoria’s husband, Prince Albert, died in December 1861
the nation was paralysed with grief. He was only forty-two and official
bulletins had, until the day before he died, given no cause for alarm.
But in fact Albert had been in a progressive physical
decline for years – worn out by overwork, stress and the exacting
standards he set himself. His death was a catastrophe for the queen, who
not only adored her husband but had, through twenty-one years of
marriage, utterly relied on him: as companion, father of their children,
friend, confidant, wise counsellor and unofficial private secretary.
There was not a single aspect of public business on which she had not
deferred to his advice and greater wisdom. She would even consult him on
what bonnet to wear.
Britain had lost its king. For
that is the role that Albert had performed in all but name. Politicians
and the press agreed that his death was a national calamity. The public,
totally unprepared, responded with a massive outpouring of grief.
This royal death had a profound impact on Britain. Cast
adrift and alone, the Queen donned the widow’s weeds that she would wear
for 40 years, till her own death in 1901. Her grieving was relentless.
Without Albert to guide and support her, with a feckless heir who had
caused her nothing but anxiety, and a family of nine children to parent
alone, she retreated into a state of pathological grief which nobody
could penetrate and few understood. Her stubborn refusal to return to
public life rapidly began to alienate even her closest family and
friends and to bring a resurgence of republicanism. There was even talk
of abdication.
For the 150th anniversary of Albert’s
death, this book examines the circumstances leading up to it, the ritual
of his funeral and obsequies, and offers new theories on what killed
him. It will describe the overwhelming despondency of a country plunged
into mourning: bells tolling, shops shuttered up, everyone – no matter
how poor – clad in black. Albert’s death and the Queen’s demand for the
most rigorous observance of mourning, while precipitating months of
anxiety about its effect on business, also fostered an explosion in the
funeral trade and mourning ephemera. The Whitby jet trade went into
overdrive to cope with the demand for black jewellery. Over the next ten
years, the Queen’s single-handed mission to memorialise and commemorate
her husband in perpetuity set in train plans for a range of artistic
and cultural monuments that would transform the British landscape and
set their visual stamp on the second half of her reign.

I knew he died young but did not know any of the other details. Thanks for this post.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds really good!
ReplyDeleteI had no idea. Such mourning is a bit much...
ReplyDeleteSounds very interesting, can`t wait to read this.
ReplyDeleteHelen Rappaport writes about such interesting subjects. I own a couple of her books, but haven't read them yet.
ReplyDeleteWow, this sounds so fascinating! I know a little of them but I'd love to find out more.
ReplyDeleteI have always been intrigued by the English monarchy and this novel sounds like a definite must-read. Love the review! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteConnie Fischer
I'll definitely be reading this one!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful news! I'm so looking forward to this! I will definitely grab this out once it's already available. :)
ReplyDeleteAnother one to look forward to.
ReplyDeleteKeeping my fingers crossed......it would be a wonderful way to read the summer away!!!!
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