The Empress Josephine

 

We're all fascinated by the Corsican Upstart's wife, Empress Josephine, but I feel it's only right to issue a caveat from the publishers of Josephine by Kate Williams:

Josephine de Beauharnais began as a kept woman of Paris and became the most powerful woman in France. She was no beauty, her teeth were rotten, and she was six years older than her husband, but one twitch of her skirt could bring running the man who terrorised Europe. She was born in Martinique in June 1763, and came to France as a young wife. Pretty and flirtatious, she revelled in the ancien regime. Then, as France burned, and the Revolution was followed by the Terror, she survived terrible imprisonment. Her husband died and her health was wrecked forever. Afterwards, she and other survivors tried to forget the pain in wild debauchery, clutching at the sensual pleasures that they had come so close to losing forever. Glamorous, stylish and a mistress of erotic arts, she understood that her only asset was her body and she became a mistress and courtesan to rich men. As she passed thirty, Josephine realised that her star was beginning to wane. She had to secure her future – and the men who kept her were too jaded for love. And so she turned her eye to a small, stocky, Corsican soldier, six years her junior and bursting with rude spirit. Society tolerated him for his bravery but laughed at him behind his back. No one could believe it when the stylish, feted Josephine began encouraging his advances. They were bound together by a scorching erotic fascination. He would gallop home to be with her, burst into her room, toss her into bed, and write long paeans of praise while he was away to he... With her, he became the greatest man in Europe, the Supreme Emperor. But her inability to give him a son finally tore them apart. This is a searing story of sexual obsession, war, heartbreak, affairs, devastating love, plots and murder and politics – in a world that was being altered forever.

 

Good heavens. The Iron Duke used a statue of Boney, and you can guess what part, as a coat rack in his pleasant home at No. 1 Hyde Park.

Cheers,

LSP

Colonels

You know me, so desperately reactionary as to think wimmin shouldn't be priests or soldiers or, in Hillary's case, presidents. But what about colonels?

Yes, honorary colonels of horse, like Empress Viktoria. Perhaps you don't think she looks smart and brave in her Deaths Head Hussar rig.

That would be your call and I disagree. Melania, by the way, is the honorary colonel of an irregular Texan cavalry unit. D'ye think that improves morale?

Right dress,

LSP