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How Do You Solve a Problem Like Sharia?


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In 2000, when the Queen Mother — that’s to say, the mum of Queen Elizabeth II — turned 100, Her Majesty’s Government in Ottawa decided to give her a special centennial birthday present and induct her into the Order of Canada. I forget whom else they honored that year — Celine Dion? William Shatner? Whoops, my mistake. It was Sarah McLachlan, and the sinister transnationalist Maurice Strong. I remember saying at the time that, if you’ve been crowned Empress of India, being made a Companion of the Order of Canada might seem a bit of a comedown for the woman who has — or had — everything.

But the House of Windsor are the great survivors of European royalty.

Americans rarely consider, two-and-a-third centuries after the revolution, how monarchical much of the Americas remains — not just Canada, but Bermuda, Barbados, the Bahamas, Belize, just to stick with the Bs. After the upheavals of the Great War, the Continental dynasties — all cousins-in-law, to one degree or another, of the Queen Mum — had it tougher. Hitler considered restoring the Kaiser but concluded he didn’t need him. The Bolsheviks murdered the Romanovs and left behind little more than a perennial tabloid space-filler about a supposed escapee: In my theatrical days, I used to get sent with numbing regularity scripts for unproduced musicals about the Grand Duchess Anastasia, usually opening in a Paris restaurant with prancing waiters hurling skewers of flaming kebabs back and forth. The Ottoman throne? I believe the current pretender is a retired New York librarian.

And then there was Otto von Habsburg, last Crown Prince of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and sometime National Review contributor (a 1962 cover story on de Gaulle), who died the other day at the age of 98, and was buried in Austria, except for his heart, which (in keeping with Habsburg tradition) was buried in Hungary. His father lost his thrones in Vienna and Budapest, and his son made the best of it. The rightful Holy Roman Emperor, he ended his days as a member of the European Union’s ghastly pseudo-parliament, which, even in her dotage, the Queen Mother was never reduced to. For what it’s worth, Archduke Otto liked it. Born the heir to the prototype incoherent multicultural Euro-entity, he ended his days a lusty cheerleader for its even more preposterous successor.

A long life reminds us of how short history is: Franz Josef, the Great War, Béla Kun, Admiral Horthy, Anschluss, another war, The Third Man, the Warsaw Pact, the Hungarian uprising, the transnationalization of Vienna, the fall of the Iron Curtain — the great churning tides of fate wash in and out, and through it all old Otto’s still there, still hanging in, even as his very surname labels him as yesterday’s man.

Anybody who lives long enough undergoes some sense of cultural dislocation, but most of us don’t bear the burthen of enough history to get too hung up about it. These days Continentals live especially in the present tense. Indeed, the entire European Union project is devoted to the proposition: Cast off the past, forget the future, hold the moment — “Linger awhile, how fair thou art,” in the words of Goethe’s Faust. If you were born in Mitteleuropa a subject of the Emperor and lived through Nazism and Communism, Iron Guards and people’s republics, why wouldn’t you feel that way?


Contents
August 1, 2011    |     Volume LXIII, No. 14

Articles
Features
Books, Arts & Manners
  • David Paul Deavel reviews G. K. Chesterton: A Biography, by Ian Ker.
  • Victor Davis Hanson reviews The Wave: Man, God, and the Ballot Box in the Middle East, by Reuel Marc Gerecht, and Trial of a Thousand Years: World Order and Islamism, by Charles Hill.
  • Daniel J. Mahoney reviews Why Niebuhr Now?, by John Patrick Diggins.
  • John Derbyshire reviews Such Is This [email protected], by Hu Fayun, translated by A. E. Clark.
  • Ross Douthat reviews Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II.
Sections
The Long View  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Athwart  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Poetry  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Happy Warrior  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
The Bent Pin  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .