Some Day My Prince: The Illogic of a Romantic Life

The book Someday May Prince Will Come is a delightful first person story of the astonishing romantic career of the oddly named beauty, Jerramy Fine.

Jerramy Fine

It's the story of how a whip-smart daughter of hippie parents in Colorado developed a crush on British Royalty and kept it through public school, high school, University and the London School of Economics. The book is perfect summer reading and comes across rather like Julie & Julia by Julie Powell.

In Julie's case, she wanted to cook all the recipes in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking. In Jerramy's case, she wanted to meet, bed and marry Peter Phillips, the only son of The Princess Anne, the Princess Royal.

I know, I know, but dreams are made of this, right?  And by golly she comes really close to achieving her goal. Great book. You'll love it.

And now we come to my criticism. Jerramy spends most of her time in London, actually in Oxford being wined and cocktailed by a crew of aristocratic layabouts who enjoy drinking Champagne, partying and playing polo. She especially likes their conversation and repartee as she threads her way from party to party and from (according to her) lip to lip.

This leads, inevitably, to the conclusion she feels at home with their staunchly Conservative political views since most don't even allow girls from 'state' schools into their bedrooms.

Jerramy then meets a man who she describes as Winston Churchill's great grandson (there are a bunch of them, as you can see here). He's a great kisser, but she can't stand his politics:

"Believe me, I would have happily carried on snogging the boy for years to come. But we couldn't kiss forever. Unfortunately, there were times when we had to come up for air and actually talk—and the more we talked about politics (which quite frankly, was a subject impossible to avoid considering his family, his job and my own political background)—the less we enjoyed our time together. And alas, in the end, we went our separate ways."

And what, pray, was any different from him and ALL the other young aristos she spent the previous year with?  Zero. Nada. They all had the views she claims to deplore in Winston's distant offspring.

Did the LSE actually addle her brain (as it did Pierre Trudeau's) regarding economic realities? One wonders. Is she really a raving socialist (tear down society) and a Monarchist (God Save the Queen) at the same time?

This makes no sense at all. Jerramy Fine is, alas, another left-wing Progressive, who writes very, very well about fantasy and fairy tales.

I wonder how much she loves England now, after the riots?