“Churchill Defiant”: 2010 Churchill Book of the Year

by Richard Langworth on 11 January 2011

“Where Others Heard Taps, Churchill Heard Reveille”

Churchill Defiant: Fighting On 1945-1955, by Barbara Leaming. London: Harper Press, 394 pages.

“Great captains must take their chance with the rest. Caesar was assassinated by his dearest friend. Hannibal was cut off by poison. Frederick the Great lingered out years of loneliness in body and soul. Napoleon rotted at St. Helena. Compared with these, Marlborough had a good and fair end to his life.” —Churchill, Marlborough: His Life and Times, 1936, vol. IV

On the surface, Barbara Leaming’s book on Churchill’s last ten years of active politics is “popular history”: only 300 pages, paraphrases instead of lengthy quotes, no conventional footnotes (the back pages provide line references). There is none of the clinical, chronological approach of Martin Gilbert, and little that challenges his findings.

But Leaming adds an unique personal dimension that places her book well above the long array of potboilers—making it the most important survey of Churchill’s last active decade since Anthony Seldon’s Churchill’s Indian Summer thirty years ago, and maybe the best yet. It will be particularly valuable to young people or others new to Churchill in its keen insight to his lifelong defiance of long odds and formidable adversaries.

Describing his last political decade, Leaming takes the measure of Churchill’s earlier experience. For example, she spots something he wrote of uniquely gifted people in 1937: “One may say that sixty, perhaps seventy percent of all they have to give is expended on fights which have no other object but to get to their battlefield.” That, she observes, nicely describes “the arc of Churchill’s own political career. By the time he had realized his supreme ambition of becoming prime minister, in 1940, he had spent decades fighting to reach his particular battlefield. Again, after being hurled from power in 1945, Churchill dedicated an additional six years to fighting his way back.” (135)

Why did he fight on after 1945? In two words: world peace. It was, he said repeatedly, “the last prize I seek.”

Churchill considered himself uniquely gifted for what he called “parleys at the summit.” Even at Fulton, as he warned of the Iron Curtain, he believed that if only the heads of government could sit down together, the danger of Apocalypse could be eased. Repeatedly he risked rupturing the special relationship he valued above all others, challenging a reluctant Eisenhower to meet with him and the Russians. Most notable, Leaming writes, was his speech of 11 May 1953, which she regards an equal to his great war speeches. “Where others heard taps,” she concludes, “Churchill heard reveille.”

Relying heavily on diaries and memoirs of the primary players (but carefully circumspect about the views of Churchill’s doctor Lord Moran), Leaming constructs an intensely personal portrayal not only of Churchill, but of colleagues and adversaries, led by Stalin and Eisenhower. And make no mistake, Eisenhower was an adversary. Rosy portraits of their relationship have obfuscated Churchill’s low view of Ike as President, deeming him short on vision, stagnant in thinking. Above all, the President was subservient to his Secretary of State, John Foster Dulles, “whose breath stank and whose left eye twitched incessantly and disconcertingly”—whom Eisenhower sent at regular intervals “to try to turn Churchill from his purpose.”

Leaving Hitler's Bunker, Berlin, 1945

The reader is at Churchill’s shoulder from page 1, where, in Berlin in 1945, he descends the stairs to Hitler’s bunker, hesitates halfway down, climbs wearily back and—when a Russian soldier shows him where Hitler’s body was burned—turns away in revulsion. Or 1946, in Miami, “seated beside a bed of red poinsettias near the pink brick seaside house,” his tropical tan suit “snugly across his stomach,” pondering what he must tell the world at Fulton. We read parallel sketches of Stalin around the same time, holidaying on the Black Sea, ailing, exhausted, paranoid, suspicious of plots against him, torturing a former doctor he believes is a spy.

Leaming’s insight is extraordinary. Why, for example, did Truman invite Churchill to Fulton, when the President was seeking to avoid confrontation with Moscow? “At a time when Truman had yet to emerge from Roosevelt’s shadow,” she suggests, “it might be difficult politically to depart from his predecessor’s Soviet policy. The Fulton speech, delivered by a private citizen who also happened to be a master of the spoken word, as well as a figure of exceptional appeal to Americans, would allow Truman, at no political cost to himself, to see if the public was ready to accept a change.” (67)

Clementine Churchill is quoted sparingly, yet understood intimately. From the 1945 election she yearned for her husband to retire. In their daughter Mary’s words, she would “gladly exchange the splendours and miseries of a meteor’s train for the quieter more banal happiness of being married to an ordinary man.” Yet she backs him, wishing him go on his terms, responding angrily when outsiders urged her to intervene. Asked in mid-1954 if she wanted Winston to retire, she replied: “Yes I do indeed, but I don’t wish to be told that by Mr. Harold Macmillan.”

Churchill’s Tory colleagues do not show well under Leaming’s light. Nearly to a man, they hoped he would retire as early as 1945, each of them in profound self-interest. “Bobbety” Salisbury wanted Anthony Eden, knowing he could not as easily control “Rab” Butler; Butler dangled a coalition before Labour as a way to supplant Eden as heir apparent. Macmillan first shunned the retirement cabal, hoping it would fail, paving his own way to the top, while urging Clementine and private secretary Jock Colville to tell Winston to go.

Eden, ever the prevaricator, flopped first one way and then the other over demanding Churchill quit. No wonder the wheels nearly came off the Churchill Cabinet at several junctures—in ways remindful of politics today.

We may not have appreciated the degree of separation between WSC and Eden—and for how long. Recall Churchill’s 1936 remark when Eden became foreign secretary: “I think you will now see what a light-weight Eden is.” Churchill Defiant reminds us of what WSC said the night before his resignation as Prime Minister in April 1955: “I don’t believe Anthony can do it.” Churchill’s judgment was on the mark.

Eden, who resigned soon after Eisenhower refused to back his march on Suez in 1956, “could be a prickly and peevish character,” but was circumspect with Churchill: Leaming quotes the historian P.J. Grigg: Eden was notorious for “bullying people who could be bullied and collapsing before those who couldn’t.” (137)

The book leaves us with poignant and sorrowful realizations, national and personal. Nationally, Britain’s place in the world fell precipitously in the decade after the war. The “special relationship” proved more special to London than to Washington, and the disagreements over a summit evolved to a major rupture over Suez.

On the personal level, Churchill, as he wrote of Marlborough, “had a good and fair end to his life.” He never gave in. He faced down colleagues who pressed him to resign with all the resolution of his joust with Hitler. He gloried in battles won, as when turning somersaults in the sea for actress Merle Oberon after a great speech in Strasbourg. He despaired when he hit a stone wall, like Eisenhower at Bermuda. (When asked about their next meeting at the Bermuda Conference Eisenhower replied, “I don’t know. Mine is with a whisky and soda.”)

Never give in, he had told the boys at Harrow: Never give in, except to convictions of honour and good sense….” Who can say whether he was right or wrong about a summit with the Russians? It was never tried. When honour and good sense told him it was time, Churchill went—convinced that a summit was beyond his declining powers.

Barbara Leaming offers no summary chapter, no list of the faults or mistakes of players in the drama. Unlike certain authors, she does not suggest that anyone by their actions changed history. But her opinions register throughout the book, and nowhere more forcefully than toward the end:

When Churchill refused to retire in 1945, his decision had flowed from everything that was essential to his character; so had his subsequent decisions to fight on. At the beginning of 1955, the decision that confronted Churchill was different, harder. This time, rather than ride the wave of his obstinacy, he had to overcome it. He had to crush his lifelong refusal to accept defeat. He had to conquer the primal survival instinct that had allowed him to spring back so many times before. This time, Churchill’s battle was not really with Salisbury, Eden, Eisenhower or any antagonist. It was with himself. (306)

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{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

GILBERT February 4, 2011 at 10:13

after reading it and re reading i think its less good than i thought first . but very good nevertheless. too much emphasis on churchill health .

Alec Rogers January 25, 2011 at 11:57


Thanks for your comprehensive review. I was looking to learn more about Churchill’s post war career, but the mixed reviews regarding Ms. Leaming’s JFK book gave me pause.

Needless to say your endorsement puts it near thevery top of the reading list.

Alec Rogers

Richard M. Langworth January 18, 2011 at 17:21

I forwarded your kind comment to Ms. Leaming. I see so many spurious and overrated books about Churchll that when one like hers comes along, I like to celebrate.

N.B. Lord Norwich is the son of two brilliant lights of the Churchill era, Duff and Diana Cooper, a dazzling couple who were themselves fine writers. His edition of Duff’s Diaries is on my library shelf, alongside Artemis Cooper’s edition of their letters (A Durable Fire) and their own memoirs.

Lady Diana Cooper’s wonderful tribute to Lady Churchill, which first appeared in The Atlantic in 1965, was unknown to Lord Norwich when he gave permission to reprint it in Finest Hour in 1994. A .pdf, just readable, can be found at: http://xrl.us/bie8js

John Julius Norwich January 18, 2011 at 12:42

I knew Winston Churchill in his last years – as well as a callow 18-year-old can know a great man and world leader more than half a century older; and I am astounded at Barbara Leaming’s almost uncanny perception of the workings of his mind.

gilbert January 13, 2011 at 13:42

This is a book to own, then. Many writers have entered the Churchill field; only a few, like Gilbert, Ramsden, Reynoldson and Geoffrey Best may be called “maestro.” And now Ms. Leaming.

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