This is a view of history at once scholarly and full of immediacy and daily life.
Of course, the book flew off the shelves. “She was a Spencer, adored by all but her husband,” trumpeted the London Sunday Times magazine in its four page spread on the book.
Georgiana was first published in England, and the media had a field day portraying its subject, Princess Diana’s great-great-great-great-aunt, as Diana-esque. Thankfully, right after her introduction, Foreman hauls herself out of the way and deploys her full energy and impressive command of the material to telling the story of Georgiana, and by the end we are exactly where she wants us: hopelessly enthralled. “Hopelessly enthralled” by Georgiana, Foreman gushes on, even sharing a few dreams, including one in which Georgiana (who died in 1806) recites poetry over Foreman’s radio. “Biographers,” she writes, “are notorious for falling in love with their subjects.” Really? Those I know have told me it is more like going fifteen rounds. “Moi biography” rang out from the first sentence of Amanda Foreman’s Georgiana: Duchess of Devonshire (Random House). Amanda Foreman takes on the Duchess of Devonshire
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