736
pages, Dutton Adult, ISBN-13: 978-0525936688
In
the context of mid-19th Century English politics, Benjamin Disraeli
resembles a “hoopoe becalmed on a lawful of starlings”. Jewish, mercenary, “literary”,
flamboyant, he stood for everything that a Tory party shaken by the aftermath
of the 1832 Reform Bill was supposed to abominate. Hugely in debt, his
parliamentary seat established on a dubious property qualification, he somehow
found himself at the head of a country, partly at odds with Sir Robert Peel
over protectionism. In a world measured out in titles and acres, he seemed
excluded by race, upbringing, and even personality; a remoteness from the
social core that was thought to explain some of his more outrageous maneuverings
after office. As Lord Stanley, later, as the Earl of Derby, his party chief
suggested to Queen Victoria: “Mr. Disraeli has had to make his position, and
men who make their positions will say and do things which are not necessarily
to be said or done by those for whom positions are made”.
It
comes as no surprise to find out that an enduring theme of Stanley Weintraub's
massive biography is the continual precariousness of Disraeli's position. In
debt to the eyeballs from his youth, he still owed 4,000 pounds to
long-suffering creditors as late as the 1870s (in middle life, contemplating a
retreat to literature, he had to hang on to his seat simply to avoid being
imprisoned). His political ascent was always liable to be frustrated by an
apparent lack of principle. “Could I only satisfy myself that Disraeli believed
what he said, I should be more happy”, wrote one of his acolytes in the Young England movement of the 1840s. It
was an evergreen worry, even on the Tory front bench. He began his career as a
novelist to help him into politics and took it up again in the 1840s as an
ideological tool and pursued to lucrative effect in his retirement. As a
novelist, he provoked scores that took decades to settle. Thackeray, who had
cruelly sent up Coningsby (1847) in
Punch, was a target as late as 1880, pilloried in the character of St Barbe,
the paranoid critic of Endymion.
A
less determined (and less lucky) man might not have emerged so spectacularly
into the light as the chief royal confidant of the age. The Queen took against
him from the outset, owing to his treatment of Peel; Albert thought he
represented an ominous democratizing spirit. In fact, despite some more or less
genuine nods in the direction of the national interest, the only spirit
Disraeli represented was his own. He married for money, having previously
enjoyed the favors of a string of aristocratic harpies such as the notorious
Lady Sykes, and gamely applied himself to high-born backers who invariably
turned up trumps: Lord Lyndhurst fixing his first parliamentary seat, Lord
George Bentinck underwriting the country house in Buckinghamshire which gave
him a property qualification for the safe Beaconsfield constituency. The whole
edifice lay balanced on the edge of a precipice. Among several revealing
vignettes, Weintraub supplies an account of an evening in July 1841 which reads
like a Thackeray novella: noble lordships being entertained in the great dining
room, powdered footmen in the hall, and bailiffs virtually queuing on the
doorstep.
Professor
Weintraub has written a discursive and slightly garrulous book, which
occasionally threatens to collapse under the weight of incidentals: Gladstone’s
redemptive forays after streetwalkers, what his subject thought of a dinner
menu in 1837. The political background, too, is thinly sketched. But
Weintraub's flair for narrative cancels out many of these imperfections. In the
end one keeps reading simply to see what happens. Will his creditors catch up
with him? Will he bring down Peel? What will the Queen say? If this makes
Disraeli's career sound like a vast and labyrinthine game, a kind of
parliamentary Monopoly on the grand scale - then it is fair to say that this
was probably his own conception of public life. Like many a Tory leader he
succeeded not through principle or policy but by ensuring that the decisive
issue put before both colleagues and the electorate was merely himself.
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