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The Perfect Summer chronicles a glorious English summer a century ago when the world was on the cusp of irrevocable change. That summer of 1911 a new king was crowned and the aristocracy was at play, bounding from one house party to the next. But perfection was not for all. Cracks in the social fabric were showing. The country was brought to a standstill by industrial strikes. Temperatures rose steadily to more than 100 degrees; by August deaths from heatstroke were too many for newspapers to report. Drawing on material from intimate and rarely seen sources and narrated through the eyes of a series of exceptional individuals--among them a debutante, a choirboy, a politician, a trade unionist, a butler, and the Queen--this is a vividly rendered glimpse of the twilight of the Edwardian era.--From publisher description.… (more)
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It was interesting, had lots of details, a narrow focus, but needed a bit more context. It is subtitled 'Just Before the Storm' , but the only thing I can come up with is WWI. It was 3 years off however, so not really 'Just
I thought she could have set the stage a bit better at the start too. I had some familiarity with the time period, not sure if someone who is new to the subject would be lost or not.
It is a look at the summer of 1911, and the people mentioned are used as examples of the classes, incidents and the tone she was including in the book, their stories are not the point of the book. Have seen reviews were people are confused about that, because it does move around and people and their stories pop in and out.
There is servant gossip and social scandal, plays where the goers are more interesting than the drama, and the first visit of Diaghilev and Nijinsky to London. All this described in loving detail as the the people with money attempted to avoid the plague of boredom. Nicolson hints in the early chapters that possible trouble might be brewing with the trade unions and, after the coronation, strikes occur across the country. But only one chapter is devoted to the strikers and the trials of the poor who are unable to leave the cities and are becoming overcome by the exceptional heat of the perfect summer.
But for most readers it is much more fun to read about the antics of the aristocrats than the plight of a family starving because the breadwinner is on the picket line and Nicolson delivers her chosen topics with charm and humor. Still, there is the cloud of a war looming, even in 1911, as Germany lauds its new 20th century navy. Privileged life, as lived in 1911, will soon be only a memory of costume balls, six dress changes a day, and house parties with delicious secrets.
Nothing really went into enough detail, the snippets of personal
Overall it was an enjoyable read but for me it just didn’t take me there. I felt like history was being related through the celebrities and comments of today rather than for the amazing, interesting time it was
As the narrative shows, so many threads of world-changing events were already in existence just waiting for the spark to set them off. The book tracks the weather, the Royal Family, the servant class,
It's probably difficult for
There are moments in this book where the author deftly captures the tenor of the times, but too often the clarity is muddied and the sense of what was lost is, well, lost.
The book is arranged chronologically, from May to September 1911, and tells the story from the point of view of many different people—from queens to choirboys. Because of this method of organizing the book, it sometimes seems a little disorganized; there’s no central theme to any of the chapters (which are divided into the months of summer) and as a result they seem a bit unfocused. The book covers a lot of ground, too, from political events to social goings-on and beyond. I did like how Nicolson focused on the stories of various movers and shakers of the summer, among them May of Teck, Virginia Stephen and Leonard Woolf, Winston Churchill, and the bestselling novelist Elinor Glyn.
The content itself is interesting, and I learned a lot about the social niceties of the period, but there didn’t seem to be a theory or theme to this book. Because the author has a personal attachment to the story (she’s the granddaughter of Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson), she manages somehow to insert her ancestors’ names and ancestral home repeatedly into her narrative (despite the fact that Vita Sackville-West was only a teenager in the summer of 1911), so that was a bit jarring for me. I thought the idea behind the book was interesting, especially since it’s been exactly a hundred years since the events in the book took place. I just wish the author’s execution of it had been better!
We have a glimpse of the sundown of the Edwardian era, as we're privy to four months of summer storytelling in England.
These
We're told we are viewing through the eyes of "a debutante, a choirboy, a politician, a trade unionist, a butler, and the queen. "
That should pique your interest...
And, bear in mind, we're tracing the crowning of George V, aristocracy dealing with a full season of parties, as well as the standstill effects of industrial strikes and deleterious temperatures.
4 ★
I'm hoping to locate a subsequent look at Britain through The Great Silence: Britain from the Shadow of the First World War to the Dawn of the Jazz Age by Juliet Nicolson
It is very slow
I'm still unsure of the central thesis of the book, this perfect summer before England really got slapped around by history. For one thing, a lot of time is spent on sweltering misery and unrest. And sure, England is stepping into the shadow of the Great War -- but why 1911 and not 1912? 1913? Is it just the heat wave, which seemed mostly miserable (as heat waves generally are)?
In the end, I feel like I've read an only-sometimes interesting gossip column and will not be walking away with a deeper understanding of life in this period.
PS, the Kindle edition has terrible formatting for all the poems, lyrics, or other bits of verse, which are all squeezed into a column about 0.75" wide. Boo.