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Alison Weir, Anne Boleyn, Book Review, Henry VIII, History, The Lady In The Tower, Thomas Cromwell, Tudors
Keeping your head when all around are losing theirs : challenging in the court of the Tudor King
Alison Weir’s deeply researched, thorough and unsensational examination of the last 4 dramatic months in Queen Anne Boleyn’s life is a page turning, illuminating and highly anxiety inducing read, even though we know the inevitable outcome.
There are 3 major players in this drama, and the innocence and guilt of all are under question by posterity – and two of them, at the time, were not being judged in a court of law.
Anne Boleyn, now Queen, was the woman Henry VIII had broken with the powerful Church of Rome for, in order to get his first marriage to Katherine of Aragon annulled.
King Henry was an absolute monarch, and a million miles away from being any kind of benevolent dictator, though benevolence and dictatorship are an uneasy set of bedfellows anyway. Henry was far less dictator, in the end, than he was despot. At least, that is posterity’s verdict.
Thomas Cromwell, son of a blacksmith, rather than of noble birth, Henry’s `Master Secretary’ was at this point the second most powerful person in the Kingdom, at least in a shadowy, behind the scenes, pulling the threads kind of way. Even, perhaps as much the puppet master as the ostensible real holder of the reins of power. However, holding the reins of power when the real ruler is as terrifying and at times as wilful a figure as Henry, is not a secure position. He that elevates those to power – particularly when they are not with the force of a noble family behind them – can as easily remove them from that position. And indeed, that did happen for Cromwell a few short years later. Moreover, falling from Henry’s favour was a little different from finding an unexpected P45 in your pay-packet. Failing to get a good reference and another job would be the least of your worries
- Anne Boleyn – possibly. As Weir points out, many of the pictures of Anne were not paintings she sat for, nor by artists alive in her time
In a totalitarian state – and this was, many will be jostling to get close to the supremely powerful figure, and in this particular version of totalitarianism, that of absolute monarchy, the King is not only monarch, but is also Divine – so there is an extra layer of fear and superstition, that of offending against God, the risking of the immortal soul, if the highest of all has his will and majesty flouted. For those who jostle to climb the slippery pole of preferment, mainly through kicking and clawing and stabbing in the back those beneath you, or greasing the palms of those above you, there must always be the knowledge that today’s friend may join forces with yesterday’s enemy and be the one who kicks, claws and stabs you, because new and better alliances will always present themselves. The fickle finger of fate creates new martyrs and new figures to embody power and prestige.
Much has been written of this horrific story. One of the many interesting facets of Weir’s book is her analysis of the changing viewpoints of culpability over the centuries. Anne, vilified as a combination of she-devil and whore at the time, later was seen as almost someone worthy of hagiography – a woman sinned against, not sinning, a woman who fell foul of a stitched -up court, a woman framed, and victim of injustice cynically carried out by the highest in the land. Later generations have seen her almost as a feminist martyr. She was, for sure, a powerful and intelligent woman, one outspoken, and by all accounts opinionated. She was certainly not content to play the role of passive, I-know-my-place-is-under-the-foot-of-my-lord-and-master wifey which society expected. Such independence of spirit alone would be dangerous, whether or not the infidelities she was accused of were true or false, when her husband bore a fairly strong resemblance to that ogre of fairy-tale – Bluebeard. In fact, I did find myself wondering when that compelling and terrifying story originated, and from where.
Bluebeard – also known as Henry VIII
Anne was later seen as a kind of martyr for religious Reformism, as she was indeed, in the developing religious schisms between Rome and England, a Reformist, and championed the cause of reform.
Whether Anne was, or was not guilty of the crimes as charged she was certainly not an unspotted open-hearted innocent. She, along with her family, like her replacement, Jane Seymour, along with her family, appeared to have had an eye to the main chance. She showed little mercy to the rather more popular (with the people) Katherine of Aragon and her daughter Mary, and perhaps should not have been surprised that her husband, who had demonstrated little loyalty to a previous wife, was once again making space for a new venture into matrimony with one of the Queen’s ladies in waiting. Becoming a lady in waiting must almost have seemed like a sure route to becoming Queen, in Henry’s court – a kind of horizontal finishing school, perhaps! Jane Seymour, in her turn, played the main chance, though as she was fortunate enough to die in childbirth having given birth to a son she never had to face the possible demotion and vilification that might well have happened when Henry’s desires moved elsewhere. Hers was at least a natural death. Without the security of being from a powerful Royal family from another country (Katharine of Aragon, Anne of Cleves) life and keeping hold of it seemed remarkably insecure for those Henry wedded.
Anne was of course accused of adultery with 5 men and plotting the death of the king. Weir performs an elegant and persuasive analysis to show the charges were, at least in part, manufactured. The charges were very specific in terms of dates, places and times with the specific, named, individuals. Certainly some of the stated dates, places and partners were complete fabrications, as either Anne, or the accused lover, according to documentary evidence, were not at those places on those days, but documented as being elsewhere. She doesn’t say though that inappropriate behaviour and conversation by a Queen (according to the mores of the times) of some kind was definitely NOT occurring, but that evidence itself can show that some of the specified events could not have occurred as charged.
What I particularly appreciated in this book is that she is very clear that to analyse the past by the ideas, mores and manners of the present is an activity which is fraught with danger. For example, some of the language used in some of Anne’s letters to those accused with her, and some of the language apparently used on the scaffold by her have been used to `prove’ her guilt – for example, the fact that in all her scaffold speeches the king is praised. There were courtly modes of address which would have been adhered to – and indeed, would have been recorded, whether or not they were uttered. And, as far as the speeches which any of the accused uttered before axes (in the case of the 5 men) or the sword (in Anne’s case) were wielded – it’s important to remember that totalitarian societies do not only punish those individuals it deems to have done wrong. You might know that whatever you say, you are about to face a brutal, painful death – there will be no reprieve from that – but what about those you leave behind, what about friends and family? Make too passionate a deathbed speech and you may very well be lining up those you love for savage punishment to come.
The major, culpable figures are of course the two men, Cromwell and Henry. Again, different historians (given the fact that much documentary evidence from the time no longer exists) draw different conjectures as to which of the two was MOST guilty. Weir certainly deduces Cromwell was absolutely the one who created and faked, or merely deduced and collated the evidence, but the fact remains that he was responding to the way the wind was blowing, as far as Henry’s desires went. Of course Cromwell and Anne had become bitter enemies, though once he was of her party and aided her rise, now he was shifting allegiance, and both he and Anne must have been mindful how each could use Henry to topple the other. However, Henry was by now clearly tired of his wife and her inability to give him the necessary male heir to secure his kingdom, and as Cromwell had been a major player in securing Henry’s desired release from his first wife, it’s not surprising to find Cromwell up to the neck (perhaps literally) in finding the means for Henry to gain freedom from wife number 2. No doubt Anne Boleyn’s fall from grace served both men well.
Cromwell by Holbein. It’s amazing the career prospects which were open to Secretaries in Bluebeard’s time
We all see and hear what we want to hear and what we want to see. Neither Henry – nor any of the peers sitting in judgement on Anne and the men accused with her picked apart the holes in evidence. As one of those peers was Anne’s own father and another was her uncle, the dangers of coming to decisions which are not those the King desires, must be obvious. Particularly in the case of Anne’s father – he was condemning not only his daughter, but his son, as Anne’s brother Rochford was also one of those accused of adultery with her.
How far all this suited Henry was shown by the fact that a mere 10 days after Anne’s execution he had married Jane Seymour.
I have read some reviews where the reviewer feels that Weir castigates Cromwell for too much, and that she `whitewashes’ Henry. I must say I did not get any sense of a Henry `whitewash’ – Weir does however try to think herself into people in their time. In that Tudor court, the terrible events of The Wars Of The Roses and an insecure succession were not that long ago. Succession happened through sons, not daughters, so the importance of a male heir felt paramount. And this was also still a highly superstitious age. Credulity existed for sure, and could also be no doubt evoked to dupe oneself as well as others. Henry was out of love with a woman he had been mad for. She was getting older and other than her first born, seemed unable to carry a child to term. Rather than looking at your own libidinous, greedy and fickle nature to explain the dreadful mistake made in your marriage choices, `being bewitched’ might have seemed an explanation which had a logic which would not wash today, but probably did in those times.
Something I found absolutely fascinating in this book is that Weir lays out for us the enormously conflicting evidence which is available from eyewitnesses, over-hearers and those who were onlookers or participants. This really indicates the huge difficulties in historical research and deduction – which, the further back in time one travels, gets even harder.
Even something as theoretically simple as what Anne was wearing at her public execution is differently described by those who were there to see it all – sometimes, even disparities in the colour, never mind the fabric and decoration of her death dress.
And as for the very very different transcriptions of what she said in her `from the scaffold’ speech – extraordinary! Of course, in an age where not only were there no recording devices, but no microphones, and crucially, not even any system of shorthand notation, it would be nigh on impossible to note down verbatim what someone was saying. Not to mention the fact that the high emotional anxiety of Anne, not to mention any listeners close enough to properly hear what she was saying, would have rendered memory and observation extremely suspect. No doubt acceptable spin was as active in Tudor times as it is today.
Anne and Henry VIII’s daughter. She did quite well for herself, and ended up being played by Dame Judi Dench, no less, in a film
I recommend this book most highly. It combines obviously exhaustive research with clarity about rationale for interpretation, which has to be done as so little documentation actually exists about the lead up and the planning and what went on behind closed doors, obviously in secret. Weir is neither dry in her laying out of research, nor is she sensationalist – she leaves the truly sensationalist events themselves to create the jaw-dropping, gut-sickening responses which any reader of any kind of empathy and imagination will have. I was so, so pleased that her recording of what actually happened in those dreadful, savage executions was delivered sparely and un-emotively, without overblown descriptors designed to titivate a kind of delight-in-horror entertainment. The events themselves are far more horrific, and bring it all to enough life, without the cheapness of creating revved-up fiction
I’m left uneasily feeling that though on one level we are far far away from the 
savagery and terror of that Tudor court, in some ways, it seems uncomfortably close, in a world where women can still be the recipients of savage double-standard sentences for transgressing the mores of their society, and where totalitarian states, whether espousing religious or political ideology despotism, dispense savage punishment against individuals and groups who dare to dissent.
Weir gave me pause to think about much more than the last four months of Anne Boleyn’s life
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Lady Fancifull 
Bravo! Excellent review! The thing that strikes me is how close the interpretation is to Mantel’s in Bring Up the Bodies. Sadly I have lived long enough (or happily depending on how you look at it!) to see Anne’s reputation ebb and flow. The first biography I read of her must be over 40 years old now and was definitely of the much-maligned inoocent approach – very romanticised. Can’t remember at all who wrote it, but it fixed Anne in my mind as a great romantic heroine. Times and interpretations change, and while I still think she was much-maligned, I’ve had to drop innocent and heroine over the intervening years. However, I think both Anne and Jane, and later Catherine Howard, were as much victims of their families, specifically the males of their families, as they were of Henry. Each was dangled like bait in front of the piranha that was Henry – the families, especially Jane’s and Catherine’s, clearly knew that the end result might be bloody. It gives an insight I feel into how differently families viewed children in those days. However much we try to sentimentalise it now, children of both sexes were seen primarily as bargaining chips, daughters particulalry dispensable, in a bid for family power. That’s why I get annoyed at people trying to declare the likes of Catherine de’ Medici unwomanly for her stoicism in the face of the deaths of her children. Royals in particular but high-borns in general had little to do with the rearing of their children and therefore inevitably didn’t form the same kind of bonds as people do with children they live with day by day. But it’s equally misleading to see these women as feminist icons – they treated their own daughters in exactly the same way as they were themselves treated on the whole, and certainly did nothing to try to change society’s attitude towards women in general.
Thanks FF. I think that is absolutely right – children as bargaining chips. And clearly the parents had been in their turn chips when they were sprogs. Inevitably it WAS harder for females because of the double standards. Men could roam. Though they faced danger from those they cuckolded, they didn’t face the same kind of ostracism and criticism women did. Not to mention the challenges imposed if you got pregnant. Unless of course if the husband cuckolded was the King. That was an act of treason because it threatened succession. The King may be passing the kingdom on to someone who was not of his lineage. There are many many interesting ideas and facts in Weir’s book, but as my review is well over 2000 words I decided to let the reader discover them. I’m definitely minded to read more Weir as I learned so much from this book. I’m so happy to be alive hear and now. I had so much anxiety reading this book. She really made me feel what it might be like. It seems particularly horrific that if you were accused of being a traitor against the monarch you were not entitled to a defense – and sexual infidelity by the Queen was seen as traitorous, as was cuckolding the King. And I guess, even if defence WERE allowed, who would be brave enough to do it if you realised that the King actually wanted freedom from his marriage? All 5 of the men and Anne could only speak in their own defence. They couldn’t even call witnesses or cross-examine. Nothing less than a show trial in other words. Horrific, horrendous. No one to appeal to. No public opinion to mobilise, no petitions for the will of the people to express the massed weight of support for the victim waiting for death. In fact, sentence carried out, once convicted, within 24 or 48 hours. I had sleepless nights with this book. She brought the reality of that history to life, for sure.
I shall certainly be adding it to the toppling pile. It was on my TBR for a while when Jilanne mentioned it way back but got replaced by her later one, Elizabeth of York. I wouldn’t necessarily recommend you go with that one next – I, and quite a lot of other reviewers, felt there wasn’t enough known about Elizabeth to make a good biography and so it wasn’t nearly as focussed as this one sounds. It had its interest – I recognise the technique of looking at various contemporary reports and showing how they differed – but I suspect her other books are better.
In terms of the speed of the execution, I can’t help wondering if that isn’t actually more ‘humane’ – in the present day, it’s not so much the death penalty in the US that horrifies me as the length of time on Death Row and all those endless appeals. A kind of living death…
Well, there is that…the waiting, the waiting
I enjoyed reading this review. I don’t think I have anything to add that you and FF haven’t mentioned. I was in my teen years before I got hold of history books that were not school texts. We may appear more civilized than they were, but our wars are just as debilitating if not worse. There are countries in the world where women are still bargaining chips. Sometimes I think that we are one sneeze away from losing all of the veneer, and we will end back were we began.
I agree, sadly, Susan. I have faith in individuals, and the possibility for any two people, given the patience, the safety and the willingness to try, to find compassion and humanity in each other. But I have little faith in ‘humankind’. It seems that in large impersonal groups it becomes far to easy to view the other as ‘stranger’ and this sets off that old fight, flight, defend the territory, regard ‘you’ as a potential enemy. and we lock into red in tooth and claw competitive , need to get ahead (mainly by stamping on that ‘other’) mode, and conveniently the equal and opposite powerful drive of mutuality, of symbiosis. So, yes, sneezing and the idea of sneezing can be deeply frightening and depressing
Finally, one I’ve read! I loved this book! And I agree completely with your thorough analysis. Whoop! whoop!
Ah, thank you Jilanne. FF SAID it was one you had recommended – isn’t it marvellous not to have the TBR threatened when someone reviews something you have already read. I’m still thinking about this book, and talking about it, and finding all sorts of things reminding me of it, even though I’m now a couple of different, unconnected books further on. And perhaps its because she didn’t ‘sex-up’ the horror of it all that the reality of what it might have been like waiting for the axe/sword to fall for those accused keeps playing and playing in my mind. Probably far more intensely than a novelised version would do. She rather manages to give you the people direct because they are not filtered through someone else’s imagination. It’s a rare feeling, for me, to find that an academic dispassionate text gripped me more than the obvious route of taking you inside someone else’s head and feelings that fiction does
Yes, indeed! I just finished Candace Fleming’s book, “The Family Romanov: Murder, Rebellion and the Fall of Imperial Russia.” Published in 2014, it’s an award-winning and highly praised YA, upper middle grade biography. Superbly written. Even though I knew how it ended, just as with The Lady in the Tower, I was driven to find out the how and why. I took a workshop from Candace at a recent conference before heading on vacation with her book in hand. Unbelievable how much she cut from the book (hundreds of pages, she said) so she could be true to the thread of the story.