"At Kensington Gardens the night before the funeral (of Princess Diana), (Jonathan Freedland of The Guardian) recalled 'clusters of people sitting on the grass, chatting in a low murmur. Pictures hung from trees, flowers were everywhere, and the whole place was lit with 1,000 candles. A London park had become an outdoor cathedral, its congregation led by no one but themselves.' This moment remained among his 'most cherished London memories.' Okay, so it definitely didn't make you want to throw up, then?" - Lowe and McArthur, during the Princess Diana 10-Year Memorial Service
"No one, but no one can deny the full-on emotional clout of a sentimental drunk during times of war." - Lowe and McArthur, on Winston Churchill's wartime leadership
Previously in two books carrying the same title (IN SEARCH OF ENGLAND), authors H.V. Morton and Roy Hattersley respectively endeavor to determine the essence of England by exploring its landscape, customs, heritage, and society at large. Both books are labors of love.
Here in BLIGHTY, Steve Lowe and Alan McArthur, spend a year attempting to discover what it means to be British by attending or visiting such disparate events and places as the May Day Morris Dance at the Rude Man of Cerne Abbas, a Scottish Parliamentary election, an auctioning-off of vacant feudal titles, sunrise at Stonehenge on the Summer Solstice, a polo match that included HRH Prince William, a celebration of Welsh poetry, a Wars of the Roses re-enactment, a Princes Diana 10-Year Memorial Service, a walking tour of Sherwood Forest, an English Civil War remembrance, Gibraltar, the Curry Mile in south Manchester, a Bonfire Night parade in Lewes, the phonebox at Britain's geographic center, Dickensworld in Chatham, Winston Churchill's Britain at War Experience and the HMS Belfast in London, and a public meeting in Surrey on the European Union Treaty. About each stop-off, the authors have a go at expressing opinions and drawing conclusions that (they presumably hope) are insightful and witty. Unfortunately, the output is almost invariably sophomorically snarky. And don't Steve and Alan realize that generous use of the "F-word" is no longer shocking, but just puerile?
BLIGHTY is sprinkled with black and white snaps and includes, somewhat surprisingly for a volume of this genre, a central section of sixteen color plates.
I'd be hard pressed to recollect any expression by the authors of admiration or love for any aspect of British history or culture, past or present; their intent is apparently to diminish their subject rather than give a balanced judgment. That's assuming, of course, that they even regard themselves as Britons (as opposed to, say, Englishmen). The narrative evolves into a petulant whine about the historically bad treatment by the British power structure of its own citizens and foreigners. It's as if, being given a choice, Lowe and McArthur would rather not be British at all, though they fail to suggest a better society of which to be residents. It all got rather tiresome. Crikey, lads, grow up!