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Title:
The disastrous Mrs. Weldon : the life, loves, and lawsuits of a legendary Victorian
Author:
Thompson, Brian, 1935- (Brian John William)
Uniform Title:
Monkey among crocodiles
Edition:
First edition in the U.S.A.
Publication Information:
New York : Doubleday, [2001]

©2001
Physical Description:
xxi, 343 pages, 8 unnumbered pages of plates : illustrations, portraits ; 25 cm
General Note:
Originally published as: A monkey among crocodiles. London : HarperCollins, 2000.
Language:
English
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ISBN:
9780385500906
Format :
Book

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Summary

Summary

A portrait of a true Victorian eccentric--an outrageous, flirtatious, unstoppable woman who survived a slew of misfortunes and wild adventures, most of them of her own making. Born to fanatically snobbish parents on Princess Victoria's eighteenth birthday, Georgina Weldon grew up to wreak havoc on almost everyone she met. Her father was the first to miscalculate Georgina's maverick nature. After he lost both a run for Parliament and any chance of inheritance, he took his family off to Tuscany where he could watch and wait until his daughter became old enough to marry well and so repair his own fortunes. Georgina had other ideas. Her scandalous affair with a married man and her defiant marriage to the less-than-prosperous young hussar officer Harry Weldon were just the first signs that she was no ordinary girl. Harry and Georgina managed to better their position enough to move to Tavistock House, former home of Charles Dickens. There, Georgina took in a menagerie of animals and orphans and acquired a string of lovers, male and female, including the famous French composer Charles Gounod. In a plot that could have been constructed by Dickens himself, Georgina was stung by con artists, betrayed by her parents, and narrowly escaped being committed to a mental institution. When an 1882 Act of Parliament gave her the legal right to represent herself in court, Georgina became one of the first Victorian women to sue her persecutors, and she helped to overturn England's infamous Lunacy Laws, which allowed patients to be committed without proper medical examination against their will. Like the best Victorian novels,The Disastrous Mrs. Weldonmarries the adventures of an intrepid protagonist with delightfully revealing behind-the-scenes glimpses of Victorian society. A tale of sex and scandal, bravado, and bravery, Mrs. Weldon's life story is wild, wicked, and totally irresistible.


Author Notes

Brian Thompson has written for the stage, radio, television, & is the author of four novels. He divides his time between Oxford, England, & the South of France.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Reviews 3

Booklist Review

British novelist Thompson happened upon the memoirs of the forgotten but once infamous Victorian Georgina Weldon by chance, read her six-volume rant with "mounting incredulity," and then devoted himself to investigating her tempestuous and unlikely life. The fruit of his inquiry is a splendidly suspenseful, witty, and intriguing portrait of a woman who experienced and generated more folly and pathos than most novelists could possibly conjure. Pretty, persistently naive, monstrously energetic, and catastrophically egotistical and importunate, Weldon was the child of fusty and unloving parents who viewed their peaches-and-cream daughter as a commodity to be sold to better their lives. Rather than marrying well, however, she eloped with Harry Weldon, a feckless army officer. All signs pointed to penury yet somehow the couple managed to acquire the former London home of Charles Dickens, where they embarked on a chaotic and scandalous existence involving a criminally inept attempt at running an orphanage; a bizarre relationship with the well-known French composer Charles Gounod; and a pair of vicious French crooks, one of whom, the wife, became the only person the ferociously self-centered, eccentric, irrational, and ambitious Georgina ever loved. Weldon's behavior was so outrageous that her husband attempted to have her locked up in an asylum, but she eluded her would-be captors. She then sought revenge in a long series of headline-grabbing trials that ultimately succeeded in eradicating England's cruel lunacy laws and finally granting Weldon the fame she'd always craved. Thompson is by turns entranced by Weldon's chutzpah and appalled by her gaucheness, but he never fails to marvel at his wild-card heroine, who comes roaring back to life in this captivating biography as intractable and irresistible as ever. Donna Seaman


Publisher's Weekly Review

Born on Princess Victoria's birthday in 1837, Georgina Treherne Weldon lived her life with the conviction that she was destined to be one of the great figures of the age; she did, in fact, achieve a kind of celebrity, although not for the reasons she had initially imagined. Instead, she eloped with a near-penniless army officer and found herself alienated from her family for the rest of her life. From that point on, her story is so fantastically melodramatic that it might have been penned by one of the sensationalist novelists so popular among her Victorian contemporaries. Described as having a kind of maniacal energy, and fueled by delusions of grandeur, she more or less shoved her husband into a prominent career, parlayed her pleasant singing voice into a position as a minor musical celebrity, befriended and was widely believed to be having an affair with the famous French composer Gounod, turned her home into an orphanage and singing school, ran off to France with a female lover, was sued for libel and imprisoned at Newgate, barely escaped being locked up as a lunatic by her husband and finally retired to a nunnery to write her memoirs. What earned her the most fame were her more than 100 lawsuits, in which, by going after her detractors with a kind of monomaniacal vengeance, she brought to light a number of the inequities in British law, particularly as it pertained to married women and lunatics. Replete with endless psychodramas, hers is indeed a fascinating story, and although novelist Thompson's telling of it is perhaps more muted in tone than it deserves, his portrait of Weldon is both well-rounded and evenhanded. (Apr.) Forecast: Georgina Weldon's entertaining story is innately appealing and, with its graceful handling by Thompson, should receive good reviews and healthy sales. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved


Library Journal Review

Georgina Weldon achieved a measure of fame during her lifetime, foremost as a pioneer in reforming the lunacy laws in England. However, to most, her story is largely unknown. Thompson's impressive achievement resurrects a woman whose life resembles that of a fictional heroine. Set within the rich tapestry of the Victorian age, her story takes us from the elegant and bucolic surroundings of Florence, Italy, and France to the music halls and courtrooms of London. Weldon was born to snobbish social climbers who ultimately failed to achieve the status they so desperately sought. During her own life, she was intimately involved with the famous composer Charles Gounod, ran a school of music and an orphanage, and was feted as a legal crusader. She also took a lesbian lover, was accused of being mad, and spent time in prison. Weldon's indefatigable energy took her to soaring heights and humiliating depths. Thompson ably illuminates the many contradictory facets of this self-described "monkey among crocodiles." Full of scandal, intrigue, and colorful characters, this is a fun and absorbing romp through an unforgettable time. Highly recommended. Isabel Coates, Boston Consulting Group, Toronto (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

1 Georgina Weldon was never quite the performer and entertainer nor the grand lady or talked-about social lioness she so fondly invented for her readers. Her story starts with parents and a childhood of such a cranky nature they must be examined with the care she gave to later episodes of her life. Her troubles started the day she was born, when she was presented with a mask fashioned for her by parents who were the kind that could not distinguish easily between the truth and a lie. She came into the world on May 24, 1837. All day long the London streets were filled with people, running to see the Life Guards pass by or hanging on the Hyde Park railings to gawp or jeer at the rich. The greatest aristocratic houses in England were represented by the comings and goings of their lumbering and oversprung coaches, issuing from the squares about Mayfair and Belgravia. In the tens of thousands that milled about on foot there was that strange unvoiced sense of the exceptional that sometimes characterizes how mobs behave. Londoners normally turned out in such numbers only to riot or exhibit their feral curiosity--a fortnight earlier, for example, twenty thousand had gathered at Newgate to watch the murderer Greenacre hanged. Today the mood was different. The word "sightseer" was a brand-new coinage and exactly suited the occasion. Placid and orderly citizens of all classes wandered down the Mall to inspect the newly completed but untenanted Buckingham Palace, where it was said few of the thousand windows would open and many of the doors were jammed in their frames by green timber and shoddy workmanship. Directly in front of the palace squatted the enormous and foreign-looking Marble Arch, on top of which was to have stood an equestrian statue of George IV, a piece of triumphalism only averted by his death and the colossal overspend on the whole project. There were many such examples of the new and the bold to gaze on. London, in its West End, was being almost entirely remodeled. Ancient lanes and houses had been pulled down and green fields obliterated. Behind Buckingham Palace the ingenious Mr. Cubitt was bringing soil from his excavation of St. Katherine's Dock at Tower Bridge along a canal that cut up from the Thames to the site of the present Victoria station. His purpose was to fill the marshy land round about and complete the building of Belgravia for his client, Lord Grosvenor. It was the showpiece of property development in the entire city. Filling marshes and leveling huge tracts were becoming commonplace in that part of London. Thomas Cubitt's plans for neighboring Pimlico involved the wholesale tearing up of ancient market gardens: farms, even rivers, were not to stand in his way. Though it was true the speculation in property was running into something of a slump, the check was only temporary. The scale of new building in the capital was greater than anything seen before. For a brief moment this sunny Wednesday, London stood still and took stock of itself. For the nobility it was an important working day, and most of those who peered from their coaches were in court dress. They were summoned in celebration of Princess Victoria's eighteenth birthday, which began with the formalities of an audience in the Drawing Room at Kensington Palace. It was an occasion of the greatest significance, for under the constitutional arrangements made for her the Princess at last burst free from the clutches of her mother, the regent. Those people of rank who attended the young Victoria that morning witnessed a telling little piece of theater. One of the many visitors she received was the Lord Chamberlain, who had ridden from Windsor with a letter from the King. The Duchess of Kent held out her hand to receive it on behalf of her daughter. Lord Conyngsby ignored the gesture and very pointedly gave the letter direct to the Princess. What was long promised had now become fact: the next monarch would be this almost unknown, unmarried young woman. As everyone understood, her accession was not far off. George IV had been fifty-eight when at last he became King, and his brother William IV succeeded him at age sixty-five. The taint of madness and scandal hung over both reigns. If God should spare Victoria, Britain could anticipate a profoundly different future. As soon as she was old enough to understand, Georgina's father harped on the connection between these great events and her own birth. There was nothing particularly teasing about it either. Both parents made so much of the coincidence that she confessed later, "it filled my childish fancy with a vague idea of superiority and relationship with the Royal Family." Such ideas, which are normally no more than a harmless family joke, are supposed to wane with the passing of time; unfortunately, this one stuck. Georgina was to live her whole life with the unquantifiable feeling of superiority derived from that day. Encouraged by her manically snobbish parents, she was, she believed, blessed by greatness in some way: at the very least born to a rank in society that furnished its own recommendations and needed no apology or explanation. She was a full part of the old aristocratic supremacy, and the same gentle zephyrs that blew on Victoria's reign would also fill her sails. When things turned out rather differently--and it would be hard to imagine two less compatible Victorian histories than those of the monarch and her subject--then the fault lay not in her, but in other people. It was certainly a wonderful day on which to be born. All England was en fate. The King lay at Windsor, unloved and unregarded, while at Kensington Palace his niece received twenty-two loyal addresses delivered by hand from every part of the country. In the evening hundreds of noble guests attended a state ball, where there was much quizzing of the short and excitable Victoria, who showed her gums rather a lot when she laughed. Once again, the King was conspicuous by his absence. Wellington had attended George IV in his last days and with his usual brutal candor let it be known around the room that the brother was in even worse plight. Lit by hundreds of candles, the noblest in the land gossiped on the white and gilt chairs set for their comfort. The sole topic of conversation was the future Queen. Morgan Thomas and his heavily pregnant wife, Louisa, rode around London in their carriage that balmy May day, soaking up the atmosphere. Far from being at the center of things, they had no part to play and were not invited indoors to any great house: they were faces in the crowd. True, Morgan had a stare that could shatter glass and a coat in the old-fashioned color described as "King's blue." His wife wore a bonnet in which a plume danced as proudly as any other lady's, but their carriage would have given them away. There was a useful phrase in vogue to describe the aristocratic predominance: men and women of rank spoke of themselves as the Upper Ten Thousand. Morgan and his wife liked to believe they, too, were in that number--not angling to be admitted but already there and secure in their tenure. It was the deepest and most cherished of their fantasies. As evening approached, they crossed the river and rattled home to rural Clapham, where Georgina was born at a quarter to ten in the last of the summer light. For a few days and weeks there was anxiety in the nursery, for the Thomases already had a child, the sickly infant Cordelia. She died thirteen weeks later and was buried in Clapham Parish. Georgina was destined to bear three surnames, but the first of these, Thomas, under which she was registered, is tied to a childhood that resolutely failed to budge from its anchorage in less progressive times. Her father was a William IV man, a Tory of the old stripe. At the time of her birth, Morgan Thomas was thirty-five years old and as reactionary as any man in England. His wife was a hapless woman who liked to protest she was not made for children and the family hearth. They were a strange couple, she by temperament as indecisive as her husband was truculent and hotheaded. Morgan's position in society was a commonplace of the times: he was a lawyer never intending to practive law. His gentlemanly status had been expressed to his own satisfaction in a book published in 1834 by a writer named Medwin. "Judges of the Exchequer were designated thus: one as a gentleman and a lawyer; another as a lawyer and no gentleman." Morgan was always ready to insist he was of the first kind. He had found and married his rather plain wife in Naples three years earlier, and if the venue was romantic, the circumstances were not. Both bride and groom were in their thirties, and whatever hand life had dealt them, it did not include friends and confidants. One unhappy and solitary human being was joined with another. Much later, at the time of his death, Morgan's younger brother, George, wrote an enigmatic letter to Louisa: "I ignore for the moment that I have treated you and yours with the greatest kindness, without mentioning the way I plugged the gap when you got married, without which it would not have taken place. I have always come to your aid when the means permitted and it was only after Morgan's gross and insulting letters that I broke off relations, necessarily." The help that was given the newlyweds was almost certainly financial but may have included moral support for an unwelcome or overhasty union. These Thomases were turbulent and aggressive opportunists when it came to marriage, and Morgan may have been thought to have chosen his wife unwisely. It was a family fiction that he had courted her for ten long years--it seems more likely that he met her in Italy by chance. Louisa was once described by Count d'Orsay, the supreme arbiter of London taste and fashion, as "the offspring of Punch and Venus." The poor woman interpreted this as a compliment. To marry so late and in such a venue as the British Embassy, where otherwise only naval officers spliced the knot, might indicate to the sharp-witted or malicious observer a sudden inheritance on the part of a parentless bride. In this at least Morgan was his father's child. The marriage was much more favorable to him than to the luckless Louisa, and she was to pay a very heavy price. The belief that he was a person of importance went very deep with this strutting, vexatious man. It was a matter of pride that his family had some mention in Burke's Landed Gentry, the second edition of which was brought out in that same year of 1837, for he was descended from those ancient Thomases who owned considerable land near Llanelli. The Lletymawr estates had been in the possession of his family since an honored forebear Sir Hugh Trehearn followed the Black Prince to Poitiers. Morgan liked to emphasize this glorious ancestry. Perhaps, as the five hundredth anniversary of the Battle of Poitiers approached, he was inclined to make too much of it, yet it was easy to see why. For the first and last time in history, a French king had been taken in battle; more to the point, the entire chivalry of France had either been slain or surrendered. It was a huge payday for the Prince's army. The lowliest archer had three or four prisoners to ransom, and Sir Hugh and his little contingent went back to Wales far richer men than when they left. And there they languished. Morgan's great-grandfather gave the family its English connection. In 1745 he married an heiress of the Goring family of Frodley in Staffordshire. Through the female line, the Gorings traced their ancestry back to Edward III, bringing Morgan to the point where he could assure his impressionable daughter that her family would "become entitled to the throne of England if anything should happen to the ruling family." She believed him. The more recent past was much less romantic. At the turn of the century, Morgan's father, Rees Goring Thomas, married Sarah Hovel of Cambridge. This was almost certainly an undergraduate romance, spiked with a hardheaded opportunism, the like of which Georgina was one day to demonstrate herself. Hovel was a name well known in Cambridge, but not for its aristocratic connections. Thomas Hovel was a haberdasher and his brother John a saddler. These two had by diligence and hard work acquired property in the market area of town, as well as a parcel of fenland on the road to London on which the Leys School now stands. Rees Goring Thomas, of the illustrious Welsh ancestry, made himself comfortably secure by marrying the haberdasher's daughter--the last parcel of Cambridge land he acquired through marriage was sold out of the family in 1878. Rees took his bride out of Cambridge and into Surrey, where the family had bought the title to a small manor called Tooting Graveney, in the middle of which was erected a property called Tooting Lodge. It was in this house that Georgina was born. There was just one small problem: the property did not belong to Morgan. He lived there as his elder brother's houseguest. To be a gentleman under these circumstances was a difficult part to carry off. There was already a nephew bounding about Tooting Lodge, a thirteen-year-old named Rees, who was destined one day to return the family to Wales. Worse yet: only a few months after the birth of Georgina, Morgan's brother, late in life, was given another boy. This finally slammed the door in the face of any hope he himself might have had of the Lletymawr properties and their rents. It was true he did not have to work, but neither was he rich in the way his heart desired. Riches were not quite the central issue--what he longed for was preeminence. He was a man who could not bear to be in another's shadow. This was a feeling he gifted in full to his daughter. Georgina's mother had an equally illustrious family history. She was born Louisa Frances Dalrymple, of Mayfield in Sussex. The Dalrymples were an ancient family and claimed descent from the Earls of Stair. Her grandfather was General Sir Hew Whitefoord Dalrymple, the soldier who had signed the Convention of Cintra in 1808, which provided for his enemy the French to evacuate Portugal in British ships with all their impedimenta and a mountain of loot besides. The terms of the convention were considered so scandalous that Sir Hew never again commanded in the field. He was instead made a baronet and died in 1830. Of his two sons, the elder, who was also a soldier, sat in Parliament for Brighton. The younger was John Apsley Dalrymple, colonel of the 15th Hussars and lord of the manors of Cortesly and Hamerdon near Ticehurst in Sussex. He died in 1833. This man was Louisa's father. There were problems with this lofty background too. From the Trade Paperback edition. Excerpted from The Disastrous Mrs. Weldon: The Life, Loves and Lawsuits of a Legendary Victorian by Brian Thompson All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

Table of Contents

Prologuep. xv
1 Thomasp. 1
2 Florencep. 19
3 Going Homep. 35
4 Trehernep. 51
5 Weldonp. 77
6 Gounodp. 107
7 Tavistockp. 157
8 Menierp. 179
9 Argeuil and Parisp. 199
10 The Mad Doctorsp. 219
11 Rivierep. 249
12 The Courtsp. 275
13 Finalep. 301
Bibliographyp. 331
Indexp. 333

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