"The monarchy is finished. It was finished a while ago, but they're still making the corpses dance"
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Townsend’s line lands like a tabloid headline rewritten by a mortician: blunt, funny, and faintly sickening. “The monarchy is finished” isn’t a prediction so much as a verdict already delivered. The twist is in the second sentence, which refuses the comfort of finality. If it was “finished a while ago,” why is it still here? Because the spectacle continues; because institutions don’t die when their rationale collapses, they die when we stop paying to watch.
The genius of “making the corpses dance” is its cruelty. It’s not just that the monarchy is outdated; it’s that keeping it “alive” requires active manipulation. Someone has to wire up the limbs, cue the music, sell the tickets. The image points away from the royal family as individuals and toward the machinery around them: press offices staging folksiness, newspapers turning family drama into national mythology, politicians borrowing reflected legitimacy, audiences consuming pageantry as comfort food.
Townsend, a novelist with a satirist’s nose for hypocrisy, also smuggles in a class critique. Corpses don’t dance on their own; they’re animated. That implies a public trained to confuse motion with vitality, tradition with meaning. The monarchy persists not because it’s persuasive, but because it’s performative - a ritual that keeps going after belief has drained out of it, like a brand surviving its product.
Context matters: late-20th-century Britain, when deference was eroding, celebrity culture was rising, and the royals were increasingly a soap opera with ceremonial benefits. Townsend’s sentence captures that pivot: from sacred symbol to managed content, a dead idea with excellent lighting.
The genius of “making the corpses dance” is its cruelty. It’s not just that the monarchy is outdated; it’s that keeping it “alive” requires active manipulation. Someone has to wire up the limbs, cue the music, sell the tickets. The image points away from the royal family as individuals and toward the machinery around them: press offices staging folksiness, newspapers turning family drama into national mythology, politicians borrowing reflected legitimacy, audiences consuming pageantry as comfort food.
Townsend, a novelist with a satirist’s nose for hypocrisy, also smuggles in a class critique. Corpses don’t dance on their own; they’re animated. That implies a public trained to confuse motion with vitality, tradition with meaning. The monarchy persists not because it’s persuasive, but because it’s performative - a ritual that keeps going after belief has drained out of it, like a brand surviving its product.
Context matters: late-20th-century Britain, when deference was eroding, celebrity culture was rising, and the royals were increasingly a soap opera with ceremonial benefits. Townsend’s sentence captures that pivot: from sacred symbol to managed content, a dead idea with excellent lighting.
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