Naturally, since an author is only after all a human being, not everyone will succeed in this endeavor.and that is sadly what happened here. That being said, I should also be just and add, a biographer has probably one of the hardest tasks of all - walking that razor thin line that separates biography from hagiography from I hate this person and why the hell am I writing about you (oh that's right, I got bills to pay!). Minor Editing done and downgrading this from 2 to 1 star -īiographies are my favorite genre, maybe that means I'm a gossipy ghost I don't know, but fact is, I believe the only way we will all learn is by looking at whats behind, what actions were taken, their positives and negatives, and the impact they had on modern society as a whole. And shame on the editors for not catching that. You'll have no idea what's true and what is pure fantasy. NINETEEN YEARS BEFORE her husband and grandson were killed, she died mourning their loss.ĭon't waste your time on this one. She passed away from heart failure in North Borneo in 1960.' So. For there Wagman-Geller writes, 'Edwina spent her last years emotionally adrift, miserable at the enforced separation of the man she loved and devastated at the tragic loss of her husband and grandson. It was on page 53 that I stopped reading and moved this book onto my 'Abandoned' shelf. In her chapter on Edwina Mountbatten nee Ashley, she writes about the assassination of her husband Lord Mountbatten in 1979 when the IRA planted a bomb in his fishing boat, killing Mountbatten and his 14-year-old grandson.

I am always a bit suspicious of historical detail with no attribution as to the source, and this book certainly had me wondering. A few times I laughed out loud at some of the quotes the author shares.

Still I Rise by Marlene Wagman-Geller