Elizabeth of York - The First Tudor Queen
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| Verlag | Random House UK |
| Auflage | 2014 |
| Seiten | 576 |
| Format | 12,9 x 19,8 x 3,7 cm |
| B-format paperback | |
| Gewicht | 439 g |
| Artikeltyp | Englisches Buch |
| ISBN-10 | 0099546477 |
| EAN | 9780099546474 |
| Bestell-Nr | 09954647EA |
Britain's foremost female historian reveals the true story of this key figure in the Wars of the Roses and the Tudor dynasty who began life a princess, spent her youth as a bastard fugitive, but who finally married the first Tudor king and was the mother of Henry VIII.
Klappentext:
'Weir perfectly combines the dramatic colour and timing of an historical novelist with the truth to fact of a scrupulous historian' The Times
Britain's foremost female historian reveals the true story of this key figure in the Wars of the Roses and the Tudor dynasty who began life a princess, spent her youth as a bastard fugitive, but who finally married the first Tudor king and was the mother of Henry VIII.
Elizabeth of York would have ruled England, but for the fact that she was a woman. Heiress to the royal House of York, she schemed to marry Richard III, the man who had deposed and probably killed her brothers, and it is possible that she then conspired to put Henry Tudor on the throne.
Yet after marriage to Henry VII, which united the royal houses of Lancaster and York, a picture emerges of a model consort - mild, pious, generous and fruitful. It has been said that Elizabeth was distrusted by Henry VII and her formidable mother-in-law, Margaret Beauf ort, but contemporary evidence shows that Elizabeth was, in fact, influential.
Alison Weir builds an intriguing portrait of this beloved queen, placing her in the context of the magnificent, ceremonious, often brutal, world she inhabited, and revealing the woman behind the myth.
Rezension:
The compelling drama of Elizabeth's life, the traumatic perils she faced as a young woman, the murder of her brothers by Richard III and the later mystery of Perkin Warbeck, are richly presented. Iain Finlayson The Times