Unity Mitford with her beloved Führer.
I've also been dipping into the 800+ pages of Charlotte Mosley's collection of letters between the six Mitford sisters. (My review of Jessica Mitford's Hons and Rebels is here.) Most of the letters for the period between 1933 and 1939, which I'm reading now, are between Unity and Diana, the two sisters who became ardent followers and admirers of Adolf Hitler. Unity's letters are an appalling mixture of gushing schoolgirl infatuation with Hitler and sycophantic political naïveté. She spends most of her time haunting Hitler's favorite café in Munich, waiting for her darling Führer to appear. One gets the horrifying impression from her letters of a pampered debutante for whom antisemitism is the latest fashion accessory. Horrifying and oddly fascinating.
It's a relief when sixteen-year old Deborah (now the 89-year old Dowager Duchess of Devonshire) pipes up with a silly letter to Unity that pokes fun at her older sister's earnest and pathetically needy ideological posturing.
I've started a new National Movement & its slogan is FOOD & DIRT. That's what we stand for...Now I'm regretting that, during one of our two holidays in Derbyshire in 2006-2007, we didn't pay a visit to Chatsworth, the Dowager Duchess's famous stately home. Nourishilism. Where do I sign up?
It's called Nourishilism.
It's a very swell movement.
Goodness the weather...