The British television series Coronation Street aired in December 1960. The first episode of EastEnders aired in February 1985. Both soap operas are still going strong and exert an irresistible allure as you watch the child actor grow over the years. He matures, does good He does evil, grows old and dies (just like his audience). There is nothing else in the world like it but the British royal family soap opera. Which is better and more popular with the public in the UK and around the world.
The final plot twist in the series that we could call “The Royals” stars Harry Windsor, son of the current king and brother of the heir. His book In the Shadow (Spare) is, of course, the world’s bestseller. It makes sense because Harry guts his famous family and because the text is of high quality: its real author, John Joseph Moehringer, who is also responsible for André Agassi’s excellent autobiography Open, is the best of its kind and cannot be overtaken in this keyboard for less than a million dollars.
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Evisceration is nothing new. The Windsors, formerly known as Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, basically do that: gut each other. Those who have alienated themselves from family do so through books (remember Diana, Her True Story, by Andrew Morton?) and shirtless interviews; The core of the Windsors prefer to do this through the press, anonymously leaking wild stories, true or false, attributed to ‘palace sources’.
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They rage not out of vice but out of necessity. The worldwide interest in the adventures of the British royal family is an essential but secondary factor. The bottom line is that the Windsors are dedicated to nothing but cultivating their image. His image is the one that reflects the press, which constantly needs news from the palace, the more powerful the better. And in order for the fierce British press (which is capable of bugging the Windsors’ phones) to speak well or not of one thing, it is necessary to offer them bait for another.
Carlos and Camila were the soap opera villains when Diana died in this paparazzi hellish pursuit in Paris. Not now. They are king and queen and often sit around their table as friends, people like Piers Morgan or Jeremy Clarkson, former presenter of the Top Gear auto show. It’s no coincidence that Clarkson, a racist and violent oaf, wrote in The Sun he dreams of the day when Meghan, Harry’s multiracial American wife, “would be forced to roam the streets of every British town naked while the crowd threw heaps of excrement at him.
Carlos, whom the press treated mercilessly for decades, has learned to play the game that theorists call “the symbiosis between the royal family and the popular press”: while the public hates another, they don’t hate you. It doesn’t matter if the hated one is your own son. It’s nothing personal, it’s PR games hatched by teams of consultants demanding fortunes.
Things will change in future episodes. The show must go on.
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