Precipice, by Robert Harris.
‘The
Shot That Was Heard Around the World’: Gavrilo Princip, a young Serbian Nationalist
and leader of a rebel group assassinates the heir to the Austro/Hungarian
Empire and his wife, thus starting the First World War. Austria’s traditional
ally Germany rallies its forces and attacks Belgium and France and their treaty partner Britain reluctantly
starts recruiting troops for the war that everyone thinks will be ‘over by
Christmas’.
Meantime,
Britain’s Liberal Prime Minister Herbert Asquith is enjoying a great wave of
popularity for his strong leadership and cabinet, not least First Lord of the
Admiralty Winston Churchill and Secretary for War Lord Kitchener, surely an
unbeatable combination.
And
Asquith is also enjoying – and is happily enslaved by – a passionate affair
with 26 year-old Venetia Stanley, a much younger socialite of aristocratic
birth with which he shares secret communications from his overseas
ambassadors; Venetia and her
common-sense approach to huge military problems helps him to have a more
clear-eyed view, especially about other members of his cabinet. She has become indispensable to him in life
and in love.- the only problem being his cavalier treatment of the decrypted
telegrams and documents that he shows her on their many drives around London –
he does insist on several occasions on screwing up these official state secrets
and throwing them out the car window.
Which
is hardly a good look as people, in the first great flush of patriotism, hand
the telegrams and state secrets into Scotland Yard, and a discreet
investigation is obliged to begin, revealing that the affair is common
knowledge among the Great and the Good, in fact it’s nearly last week’s news
amongst the aristocracy – except for Margot, Asquith’s strident, social-climber
wife: she has also known about his
affairs, but this is the first time he has been so impossibly, uncontrollably
smitten. This whole thing must stop!
Meantime,
the War rages on; casualty lists are
horrific, especially since Germany has started using Poison gas, and a new
offensive touted by Winston against the Dardanelles is proving to have the
opposite desired effect: Gallipolli has
been an exercise in supreme carnage.
Asquith must pull himself together, Vanessa must marry someone – not
quite anyone, for she is an
aristocrat, but Asquith’s government musn’t fall: everything depends on sound leadership to
beat the Hun, and distractions like socialites can’t be allowed: in short, Asquith has to show a bit of Stiff
Upper Lip – which he does, at the eleventh hour.
Robert
Harris has written superbly of this fraught time, using all the correspondence
from Asquith to his darling Venetia, plus many of the decrypted messages and
telegrams which are still in existence, and he has endowed all main players in
the drama exciting new life, especially demonstrating that Love doesn’t always
Conquer All – sometimes it can produce the opposite effect! FIVE STARS.