The
Mirror and the Light, by Hilary Mantel.
This
is the final volume of Hilary Mantel’s trilogy of novels recounting the
tempestuous partnership between Tudor King Henry VIII and his utterly devoted
‘Fixer’, Thomas Cromwell – Cromwell, who rose to Lord Privy Seal, and whose
power, with the king’s approval, became so great and all-encompassing that
Henry’s nobles feared that such a base-born yokel would eventually become a
danger to them and their own dreams of glory:
such delusions of grandeur so far above his station have to be stopped!
The
story opens where ‘Bring Up the Bodies’ finished, with the beheading of Anne
Boleyn, that incestuous, adulterous whore, leaving Henry free to make plans to
wed young Jane Seymour, who will surely give him a son to ensure the Tudor
Succession. His daughters Mary and
Elizabeth have been declared bastards, and Mary has been coerced into
renouncing her Catholic faith (on pain of death, Cromwell makes clear) so that
her father may renounce Roman beliefs, establish the Church of England – and
plunder the treasure and lands of the Monasteries and Abbeys. The wealth pouring into the king’s treasury
is enormous, but a large proportion must be spent arming England against its
Catholic enemies; Cromwell has never
been more busy, lining his own pockets handsomely along the way – naturally.
In
this mammoth last episode, Ms Mantel relates the facts of history in ways that
make them all seem new; each character
is beautifully drawn, especially Henry, that Monarch who believes utterly in
his divine right to have that which no-one else does, and Cromwell is always
there to execute his wishes – never mind that foreign diplomats regard Henry as
‘a man of great endowments, lacking only consistency, reason and sense’: with Cromwell behind him (in the shadows) the
end will always justify the means.
Until
it doesn’t: Jane Seymour dies giving
birth to the much-longed-for son, but the next marriage to Anne of Cleves,
engineered by Cromwell to form an alliance with German Protestant princes is
disastrously unsatisfactory, both to the ageing king, no longer the handsome
man in his flattering portraits, and Anne, not the beauty that Holbein has
painted. Because Henry cannot and will
not blame himself, the blame falls on Cromwell – who else? With predictable consequences.
Ms
Mantel’s talents are such that she evokes in effortless detail a time when the
power-mad and the power-hungry jostled for favoured positions with the Supreme
Power – crushing the powerless along the way.
She was awarded the Booker Prize for ‘Wolf Hall’ and ‘Bring up the
Bodies’: (search drop box) could she be lucky a third time? SIX STARS