After I wrote about Troublesome Young Men, a friendly correspondent posted me Roy Jenkins’s excellent Churchill: A Biography, which I am greatly enjoying and hope to say more about at length. For now, though, I am struck by how underrated was Clementine Churchill, Winston’s wife. Even Jenkins says sniffily, “There were many contemporary references to her great beauty, which does not however entirely come through in photographs.” (134) Look to the right; taste not a matter of dispute, different strokes and all that, but still. Others were even meaner, and wronger. Violet Asquith (later Bonham Carter [in answer to your question: yes]) on the news of their pairing: “Whether he [Winston Churchill] will ultimately mind her being as stupid as an owl I don’t know — it is a danger no doubt….” (138)
Here are two letters from her to Winston, during the Great War. Both come just after Churchill ended a leave in Britain and returned to France, where he was briefly leading a battalion, and where he didn’t really need to be.
First, about the possibility he might quit soldiering and return to London to resume his quest for political power.
I am so torn and lacerated over you. If I say ‘stay where you are’ a wicked bullet may find you which you would but for me escape…. If I were sure you would come through unscathed I would say: ‘wait, wait, have patience, don’t pluck the fruit before it is ripe — Everything will come to you if you don’t snatch at it.’ — To be great one’s actions must be able to be understood by simple people. Your motive for going to the Front was easy to understand — Your motive for coming back requires explanation. (302-3)
Second, after Churchill spent a lot of time pointlessly speechifying and damaging his reputation in the Commons, and then headed back across the Channel.
These grave public anxieties are very wearing. When next I see you I hope there will be a little time for us both alone. We are still young, but Time flies, stealing love away and leaving only friendship which is very peaceful but not very stimulating or warming. (308)
That’s one smart owl, really.


21 comments
January 4, 2008 at 10:04 am
bitchphd
Dear Eric and/or Ari,
I have spent part of my morning explaining the caucus/primary/convention system to a Canadian. Could one or both of you please do a post running down “how Americans elect a president” for handy linkage?
Thank you,
B
January 4, 2008 at 10:37 am
ari
But that’s work. I’m kidding of course. You shall have your post. Ask and ye shall receive. We take requests. And all that. Plus, anything for you, B.
January 4, 2008 at 11:32 am
eric
Geez, B, here I saw you’d commented on my feminist post and was expecting some kind of sisterhoodly pat on the back, and instead I see you’re just using me! to take up more space with party politics.
January 4, 2008 at 11:32 am
bitchphd
In that case, unmarked bills, please, to my Ventura address. Thank you!
January 4, 2008 at 11:39 am
bitchphd
Actually, Eric, I was thinking about your post in juxtaposition with the news of Andrew Olmstead’s death. Somehow it makes Clementine’s letter to Winston weighing the politics of his returning from the front all the more poignant–pretty brave and supportive of her, really, to balance her fear with support for her husband’s political ambition.
How much of the “dumb as an owl” stuff was about her being “conventionally feminine” (at least, in the letters you’re quoting here, she is), do you think?
January 4, 2008 at 11:48 am
eric
I don’t think it’s about conventionally feminine, I think it’s about not being quite so socially clever. Besides, you think “To be great one’s actions must be able to be understood by simple people” is “conventionally feminine”?
January 4, 2008 at 11:56 am
ari
Eric, if you’re here, my e-mail isn’t working but this site is. Maybe UC Davis has been picked up and blown to Oz? Anyway, I’m about to put up a very dumb post on the media’s coverage of last night. Tell me not to do it.
January 4, 2008 at 12:11 pm
eric
Do it!
January 4, 2008 at 12:22 pm
ari
Done.
January 4, 2008 at 12:33 pm
Vance Maverick
Owls are dumb in the sense of not speaking, not the sense of stupidity.
January 4, 2008 at 12:35 pm
eric
Violet Asquith said “stupid,” Vance. You’ll have to take it up with her.
January 4, 2008 at 12:36 pm
ari
Now really done.
January 4, 2008 at 12:57 pm
Vance Maverick
Oops, you’re right. Mitigation retracted.
January 4, 2008 at 1:36 pm
matt w
But what kind of phrase is “stupid as an owl”? It’s like “forgetful as an elephant.” Accurate maybe, but counter-cliché.
January 4, 2008 at 1:37 pm
matt w
OK, not accurate.
January 4, 2008 at 1:48 pm
silbey
I dearly love Roy Jenkins’ biographies because the man is firmly convinced that the absolute center of the universe is the House of Commons. The world could be crumbling into chaos and disaster, and he would spend a sentence on that, and fourteen paragraphs on maneuverings that night in which the House declared that it did not approve of the world ending. It’s a particularly British approach.
I also note that the Asquith women–Margot and Violet–had the tendency to be pithily unkind. Perhaps Margot’s most famous existed as a vehicle for Churchill’s zinger of a retort:
Margot: If you were my husband, I would flavor your coffee with poison.
Winston: Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it.
January 4, 2008 at 8:33 pm
eric
Jenkins makes it very clear that Margot had a low opinion of Churchill.
For what it’s worth, Venetia Stanley wrote to Violet Asquith, “I wonder how stupid Winston thinks her.”
January 4, 2008 at 9:26 pm
urbino
Was this kind of thing, perhaps, something of a tradition in particularly brainy British social circles? I know bupkus about the Asquiths, but reading this discussion, I’m reminded very much of the Bloomsbury group’s chilly reception of Keynes’s wife (whose name escapes me). Virginia Woolf said some particularly barbed things, as I recall.
January 7, 2008 at 4:27 pm
bitchphd
Besides, you think “To be great one’s actions must be able to be understood by simple people” is “conventionally feminine”?
Okay, good point. Still, this is the kind of wisdom boiled down into simple, seemingly obvious aphorisms, that the clever and witty are likely to dismiss as, well, simple. But you’re right, not conventionally femmey.
October 26, 2008 at 12:20 am
rogerevans
My favorite Margot Asquithism comes from a purported meeting with Jean Harlow in which the siren kept pronouncing the T at the end of Lady Asquith’s name. All patience finally exhausted, the latter said, “The T in Margot in silent, as it is in Harlow.”
October 26, 2008 at 12:26 am
rogerevans
Oh, and how could I have momentarily forgot her characterization by Dorothy Parker: “The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.”