July 4, 2025
Okay, you sport fans out there, The Gilded Age is back on our idiot boxes, and it's a welcome respite from the garbage that untalented directors and writers of today have been shoving down our throats. At least garbage had its uses before it turned to waste, but this recent stuff...words fail me. When was the last time we watched a black man speaking normal English, smiling, and not using the f-word nonstop while threatening to kill somebody white? On our screens, that is. Back in the good old days, screenwriters were terribly good writers with names such as Tennessee Williams, Irwin Shaw, Scott Fitzgerald, Gore Vidal, Tom Stoppard, and Billy Wilder among many other exceptional scribes, and they produced such classics as The Best Years of Our Lives, All About Eve, and Gone With the Wind, the latter with a little help from one Margaret Mitchell.
But I don't want to dwell on the lack of talent among moviemakers today. (An exception is my friend Michael Mailer's Hearts of Champions and Cutman, the latter an outstanding film.) It's obvious that talent and Hollywood have parted ways, hence when a costume drama like The Gilded Age comes along, it's welcome. Mind you, like Henry James and Edith Wharton before him, The Gilded Age auteur Julian Fellowes-a pretty good social climber himself-does overcook things. In other words, yes, one had to conform back then in order to be invited to Mrs. Astor's balls, but definitely not as much as the abovementioned writers would have us assume. The Astor family began as German butchers, after all, so her snobbery was predictable. Here in America, social standing was based on only one thing-money-yet tradition played almost as big a role. If your ancestors had come over early, and especially if they had fought for the creation of what is now known as the US of A, you were special in the social ladder.
"Like Henry James and Edith Wharton before him, The Gilded Age auteur Julian Fellowes does overcook things."
No longer. The WASP hierarchy has gone the way of the Titanic, while the Jewish ascendancy is at present in full bloom and rising. The WASPs had a good run, but unlike their aristocratic European counterparts, they blew it by drinking too much, spending too much on polo ponies, and paying too much alimony and tax. In other words, they didn't make sure of their strong position both in society and in government. It is too early to tell, but their Jewish replacements will not make the same mistakes.
But back to The Gilded Age. The actor playing the Duke of Buckingham portrays him on the straight and narrow, the real-life Buckingham having earned his title by being King James' bum boy back in the 1600s. (He had a grisly end.) Everyone seems to be on the make on the series, a gross exaggeration, I am sure, but nevertheless with some truth to it. The difference with European society is amazing. And I'll tell you why: In the old continent, the Bible aside, the most important book that decreed who was who was the Almanach de Gotha-if you were in it, you were in; if you were not, you were out. Mind you, there were poets and writers and musicians and actors who would never be in the Gotha book but were ever present in the great salons of the aristocracy. The Gotha listed all titles, and Le Petit Gotha listed royal, princely, and ducal titles. (If you're confused, don't worry.)
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Titles were handed out by ruling kings, and the highest were princely ones. I once tried to explain them to a sweet Texas lady, but I was unsuccessful. "If you're a princess, why aren't you royal?" she asked. "Because you're a Serene Highness, not a Royal Highness," said I. No go. Ironically, yours truly is in the Gotha book, but I came in through the back door. My wife was born a Serene Highness, so her hubby and children and their descendants are in for good. (The Schoenburgs have been nobles since the 11th century-a pretty good run, I'd say.)
So, while in the good old USA money got Mister Moneybags a good seat at the table, in Parisian, London, Roman, Madrid, and other European drawing rooms it was titles that came first. Landed gentry managed to keep their assets for hundreds of years because land is more stable than hard cash. And the nobility partook in politics and protected itself from the demands of the great unwashed. The latter are now scrubbed clean but still screaming their heads off when someone like Bezos makes a Venetian splash. I went to two grand Venetian balls when very young, back when Italians were really struggling, and I remember the crowds cheering as we disembarked from our gondolas into the palaces. Now they boo. Envy is the 21st century's disease.
What watching The Gilded Age brought to mind was the following: What would those uptight Edith Wharton characters have thought of such "society" figures of today as the Kardashians, the Hiltons, the Kushners, and the Dillers, all attendees to the Bezos nuptials? American high society died some thirty years ago-Winston and C.Z. Guest were the last-and was replaced by celebrities like those just mentioned. God help us.
This article was originally published on Taki's Magazine.