"Slight, dry and dismally unoriginal though it is, Douglas Hurd’s oleaginous portrait of the Queen contains one stunning revelation. Uniquely among humankind, it would seem that she is afflicted by not a single moral defect. No suggestion that she falls short of the archangel Gabriel in perfection is allowed to pollute these pages. Her notorious rudeness and intellectual nullity? Not a whisper. The swollen coffers of this former tax dodger, some of whose subjects can scarcely feed their children? No comment. Her renowned ability to freeze a dandelion at 100 paces? All a misunderstanding. Hurd even manages to whitewash her curmudgeonly consort, a man who has 'unintentionally [sic] acquired a reputation for tactless, even brutal remarks', though he wisely draws the line at putting in a good word for Andrew and Edward."
Safe to say Terry Eagleton is unlikely to receive either a Christmas card from Douglas Hurd or a knighthood after this savaging of Hurd's book and its subject for the Guardian.