An insightful assessment of
My Queen, My Love from Laura Crockett at
The History Desk:
Henriette Marie married Charles I of England in 1625. She became his
queen but was never crowned, formally. When she married Charles, she was
15. Our modern perspective tells us that is a mere girl. Nevertheless,
previous ages were practical in these matters. Henriette died when she
was 59. That too, is young in our eyes. Nonetheless, she lived to a
ripe age, because the average, back in the day, was 35 years.
Vidal
structures the story as one of those perfect circles, wherein she
begins with Marie de Medici, Henriette’s mother, and then closes the
story with Marie. What is given to us, in between the Marie sections, is
the story of her daughter, who lived during a crucial development era
in the history of the Western world.
Marie’s story is
fascinating all on its own. Marie was an old maid of 25 before she was
married. But what a marriage! Her guy was Henry IV, perhaps one of the
smartest men to hold the French crown for centuries. His grandson was
Louis XIV. But after that, for the French royal houses, it was all
downhill. Marie was Henri’s second wife. Louis XIII, of Musketeer fame,
was their first child. Henriette their last. When Henriette was still in
infancy, her father was assassinated. That was an event that truly
changed the trajectory of history. Henri would be considered a rather
liberal thinker, in the traditional sense of the word; live, and let
live. Indeed, the French coined the phrase, laissez faire; leave it alone. Wherein we get the phrase, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
Henri gave us the Edict of Nance, which ended the religious wars in
France. The essence of the Edict was toleration of the protestants,
i.e., leave them alone. (Read more.)
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