Downton Abbey – The Complete Series

Let’s do something a little different.  Downton Abbey is a series about history, unlikely drama but history nonetheless.  With that, I imagine a foreword to a fictional book about our characters, written by one of their children.  For your reading pleasure, here is the foreword to the 1959 book “Downton Abbey: A Portrait of My Mother’s Youth” by Marigold Crawley, written by her good friend and fellow popular writer, Ellen Worthington.

Foreword: Downton Abbey, a View From the Gallery

When Marigold told me she was writing a book about the events that took place at Downton Abbey between the summer of 1912 and date of her mother’s wedding in December of 1925, I thought she was mad.  While her last book “Children of the Our Age” dealt with her family’s experience during the Second World War, she was at a distinct advantage there.  First and foremost, she personally lived through those years.

How much could possibly have happened at a sleepy country estate during that time period to warrant such a history?  Improbably, Marigold then told me the volume would even largely gloss over the years of the Great War and focus heavily on the 1920’s.

I was at the point of advising her to pursue another topic.  Then I saw her mountain of research, including interviews with most of the major players (even one with her great-grandmother that she had done as a child).  I was so impressed that I insisted that I must write the foreword, so here we are.

I have known the Crawley family for many years, ever since the first time I made the trek to Downton Abbey with Marigold when we were children in the early 1930’s.  When I went through her notes, I was surprised and a little shocked to learn about everything that transpired there during the fourteen years depicted within this volume.

Some of the events herein are hard to believe.  Matthew Crawley, for instance, was a dull solicitor.  Then, struck by good fortune, found himself heir to a wealthy estate.  Struck by bad fortune, he was thought paralyzed from a wound during the Great War.  Then, good fortune again, he fully recovered and married.  Then he died in a car accident.

There’s a relative who “returned from the dead” during the War.  There’s the scandalous incident with a Turkish diplomat, which has long been an open secret in certain circles.  There’s a romance between a valet and a lady’s maid that would be fit for a Thomas Hardy novel.  It’s frankly hard to believe that so many things could happen to one family and their staff during a scant fourteen years.

What struck me most about the story, however, is the development of the characters.   Marigold has described her mother’s character arc in her previous writings (most notably a thorough history of The Sketch Magazine), but it’s no less jarring here that the strong, brilliant woman I’ve known all my life was once nearly consumed by jealously and depression.  Thomas Barrow, the Crawley family butler, who I have only known as patient and kind, was apparently a conniving sneak at one point.  Even Tom Branson, one of the pioneers of the automotive industry in Great Britain, was for a time banned from his native Ireland for being a socialist revolutionary.

My favorite character stays consistent throughout the story, and that’s Marigold’s great-grandmother, the Dowager Countess of Grantham (Marigold insists the woman will haunt my dreams with biting words if I were to refer to her by her birth name).  She was at the same time the voice of upper class aristocratic angst and the voice of reason and kindness.  I wish I had known her in life, but she is so well depicted herein that we have the next best thing (although Marigold’s mother and her aunt Mary have certainly inherited a solid amount of the Dowager Countess’ wit).

That one family had given Marigold three voluminous histories is scarcely believable, but when you meet the people described herein, you will see why these stories continue to be so popular.   I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

Ellen Worthington, London, 1958

 

(c) 2016 D.G. McCabe

2014 Emmy Nominations – Snap Reactions

By D.G. McCabe

So a bit of a summer lull here at Grandcanyonscope has been broken up with some actual news – Emmy nominations:

http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/emmy-nominations-2014-complete-list/story?id=24501383

My snap reactions are as follows:

1. I think the word “category” doesn’t mean what the Television Academy thinks it means.  Orange is the New Black is a comedy? American Horror Story is a miniseries but True Detective is a Drama Series?

2. One day people will be watching the complete series of “The Americans.”  Like “The Wire” before it, there will be abject surprise and shock when those viewers find out that the show got only two Emmy nominations for its first two seasons.  The Wire got only two as well, neither of which it won, and is considered to be one of the best, if not the best, series of all time.  Way to go Emmy voters.

3. That’s another thing – how does Downton Abbey keep getting nominated for awards?  Sure this past season was better than the Game of Thrones-light slaughterhouse that was season three, but not much better.  I get that Maggie Smith is amazing but the rest of the show is descending in quality like whale droppings.

4. Game of Thrones deserves its nominations, but I think that it might keep getting passed over for Best Drama.   If it can’t win for seasons with Blackwater and Rains of Castamere, I’m not sure if it can.

5. And this year’s “old voters desperately trying to look ‘with it'” nomination goes to: Silicon Valley!

(c) 2014 D.G. McCabe