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A fascinating and fresh interpretation of the life of Philippe d'Orleans and a portrait of a brilliant and glomorous time in history. Philippe D'Orleans had been a rebel at the court of Versailles, delighting in flouting convention and flaunting his vice. The focus on his lurid reputation led many historians to overlook his achievements. Libertine he may have been, but he was also a great Liberal and gallantly pursued a goal of peace and prosperity for all his fellow countrymen while beset by conspiracies, plots and intrigues. Patron of Watteau and the young Voltaire, Philippe D'Orleans was a modernising patrician whose Regency was was both glamorous and a fascinating transition period in the history of a nation. This biography sheds a new light on the man and his times. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Upon Louis XIV's death, Philippe took control of the Regency council and became the main power throughout Louis XV's youth. He attempted to reform the banking and tax system of France, but relied upon speculation on the success of the Louisiana colonies to do so, and this led to a terrible market crash. Philippe was more successful in the arena of diplomacy--he managed to avoid war and better diplomatic relations with England and Russia--and created a free library in the hotel de Nevers (a predecessor of the Bibliotheque Nationale?). At no point did he try to seize the throne from his little third cousin, and in fact trained him to handle diplomacy and administration like a king. Shortly after Louis XV took the throne at age thirteen, Philippe abruptly died in his chair. He was little mourned, and mostly remembered through scurrilous ditties and legends of his debauched lifestyle.
The author liked Philippe far better than I did: she saw virtues where I saw none, called him attractive when any portrait proves that a lie, and mourns that he never got a chance to rule (even though he actually had a huge amount of power during his eight year period as Regent). Worse than her partisanship, however, is how poorly she explains his life and milieu. She introduces people, doesn't mention them for a hundred pages, and when they pop again, she uses a completely different title or nickname for them. I read these biographies carefully and I've read other books set in this period, yet I still had to refer to the family tree as a cheatsheet, even as I finished the book. Philippe's mistresses appear only briefly, given barely a sentence each, even if they were by his side for years. I was never clear on why the court and Parisians singled out Philippe as so very morally corrupt when, from Pevitt's summary, it seems that the worst he did was have mistresses and late night dinner parties, which every other courtier was doing. Surely there was some reason Philippe was noted so often as a libertine, why it was so easy for everyone to believe that he seduced his daughters and killed his relatives?
Too, Pevitt spends an oddly large amount of time talking about Watteau. Five of the twenty-three illustrations are by or of Watteau, and there are numerous detailed descriptions of each of his paintings scattered in the text itself, to boot. WHY? Pevitt gives no indication that Philippe even particularly noticed or cared about Watteau, so I've no idea why she expended so much time on him. And it's not that she talks about all Rococo artists--Boucher isn't even mentioned, and Voltaire gets a quarter of the space she lavishes upon some painter whose colors are muddy and whose anatomy is laughable. ( )