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In 1980 I moved with my husband and new baby from London to New York and settled in Brooklyn Heights . Most afternoons I walked this baby according to English habits in his push chair to gaze idly at the boats on the East River or watch the frenzied activity in the warehouses below. Sometimes we strayed further afield and strolled into Brooklyn itself, a mere block from Pineapple Street to Henry Street .

More than a hundred years earlier another mother on fine afternoons took her small children to Brooklyn Heights . They, too, fed the pigeons and watched the paddle boats, tugs and sailing skiffs on the East River . Sometimes a kind gentleman let them peer through his telescope so they could see right over the low roofs of Manhattan Island. Occasionally, just as I was to do later, they crossed by ferry steamer to Wall Street where the father, Leonard Jerome, self-made millionaire and stock speculator, had his office.

Every biographer craves something that will explain their fascination or obsession with their subject. If only I had known then that the subject of this book was born near and lived in Henry Street. Would I have written about her sooner? I hope not. I believe there is a time, after certain experiences have been digested, that feels right, that gives a writer the confidence to understand, to make connections.

Eventually this baby that I walked in Brooklyn Heights grew to be a soldier and, sent abroad, I confess as I packed up the occasional book to send him, I was conscious that another mother of a soldier had done a lot more and arranged for many more books or hampers of food to support and comfort her son in India.

Often, as I sat buried deep in the Churchill Archives in Cambridge reading the letters from the young subaltern to his newly widowed mother, my thoughts were profoundly engaged with her and her worries. As I type this introduction today I am interrupted by some breaking news: two young British soldiers have been killed in Iraq. I can barely control my own emotions as I think of her anxieties and worries for her two sons as they fought in the Boer War and the bloody battle of Spion Kop, and how she bravely agonised over her elder son Winston’s capture in South Africa. Exactly a hundred years later I am wandering over the grassy mounds of that very mountain, scene of so much destruction and brutal loss of life. How did she cope with the days and weeks of uncertainty when this precious, special son was putting himself in the path of so much danger? But, aware of the dangers of self identification with the subject of my biography, I do not pursue that further. Taking charge of a hospital ship is not in my sights. What remains is a clear appreciation of her steadfast faith in Winston’s destiny, a faith which, crucially, she passed on to him.

Jennie Jerome, an American beauty, infused the Marlborough dynasty with vigour, courage and colour. Jennie, a woman who embraced life with a passion, was an outsider, an original, who did not live by the dusty old rules of the English aristocracy. She had, according to her son Winston, not blood but the wine of life coursing through her veins. A diamond star flashed in her hair matching the sparkle everyone reported in her dark eyes. Tempestuous and quick tempered “that sudden rage, without heat, that never offends,” said one nephew [i] . Another described her as inflammable.

“How Churchillian,” the nieces and nephews took to remarking on occasions of outlandish daring in the twentieth century family. Yet in saying this they were not referring to John Churchill, the first Duke of Marlborough, a brilliant strategist in battle and clever tactician in domestic politics, nor his descendants who lived in the fabulous Blenheim Palace, given by a grateful nation to the Marlboroughs following the battle of the same name during the War of the Spanish Succession. It was Jennie, always at the centre of a throng, never alone, her warmth radiating through the room as all eyes turned to admire, they had in mind. For the most beguiling Churchill of them all was not born a Churchill.

Jennie was an explosive personality who fell passionately and instantly in love with the second son of a duke and never looked back. For a short while, Jennie and Randolph became the most brilliant, and extravagant, couple that ever advanced on London .

How that daring love fared in the course of a turbulent twenty year marriage and how it was transmitted to her elder son is, to an extent, the subject of the next 400 pages. The cult of Winston Churchill, the Greatest Briton, the determined bulldog who saved the western world from domination by Hitler has never been stronger. Yet Winston himself, it has been said, had few “Churchillian” qualities as “the Churchills were a dreadful family.” [ii] According to this admittedly partisan view expressed by his cousin, Charlie Londonderry, Winston’s genius and vitality, were both inherited directly through the female line: the former from his grandmother, a Vane-Tempest who became Duchess of Marlborough, the latter from his American mother, a Jerome. It is the women in the Churchill Family, from Sarah, the first Duchess onwards, who were the prudent housekeepers, showing the clear-eyed determination of the convert to maintain a warrior dynasty into which they have married. Among Churchill men, the most forceful was the original Sir Winston Churchill of Dorset, who died in 1688. His survival depended upon it. Churchill men have often been loathed, perhaps none more virulently than Winston’s own father, Randolph, who caused the vitriolic effluvium attributed to Gladstone: “There never was a Churchill from John of Marlborough down that had either morals or principles.” [iii]

At the same time the Anglo-American ‘special relationship,’ arguably created by the later Winston, has also never been more in evidence than it is today, in the early years of the 21 st century. If one had to pick a single achievement that altered the course of world history it would be Churchill’s success in ensuring American involvement in World War Two. The response, therefore: cherchez la femme . From Jennie, his mother, Winston learnt enough New World charm and polish to soften the rougher Churchillian edges since “a very decided brusquerie of manner is an inseparable accident of the ducal house of Churchill.” [iv] And when Jennie displayed some daring originality or eccentricity the relations would comment: “How very American. How very Jerome.” [v]

And so this book is about Jennie Jerome, who carved out a niche for herself in history and deserves to be remembered as much more than the mother of a future prime minister or the wife of a would-be prime minister. She was ambitious politically in the days before women had the vote and before wives of politicians were considered an electoral asset. Jennie all but won the seat by campaigning for her husband and promoting his interests. But she was constantly in demand in her own right long after the political platform bestrode by her husband had been removed.

Jennie, while she thrived on company, returned far more vitality than she ever derived from others. She was not one who lived life vicariously. Educated in Paris , she spoke French fluently and dressed with French chic. She galvanised American women in England at a time when they did not yet see themselves as an entity. She conceived, produced and edited a profoundly original literary magazine of the highest quality. She wrote plays and articles, devised entertainments and decorated houses as (more or less unsuccessful) ways of making money with innate style and skill. For pleasure, she rode, painted and played the piano to concert standard – although typically always preferring to play fourhanded rather than alone. And she loved.

She married three times but neither she nor any of her three husbands had enough money to fund their lifestyle and, until the end, she never managed – nor even tried – to curb her lavish tastes. Above all, she was a woman who was not afraid to fail. Women admired her but men fell in love with her – at least two hundred of them it has been said. But the one man she loved longest and unconditionally was her firstborn, child of her youthful passion and energy. And he was deeply proud of being half American. She alone, against all the odds, never doubted that one day he would scale the heights of British political life to which she believed he was uniquely fitted. She never lived to see his triumph as Prime Minister. But her zest, confidence, recklessness and spirit, as well as her extravagant tastes, she bequeathed to her son.

Writing a book, Winston Churchill once wrote to his cousin Ivor Guest, “was like living in a strange world bounded on the north by a preface and on the south by the appendix and whose natural features consist of chapters and paragraphs.” Factual books cannot be expected to win friends, he knew, “at any rate friends of the cheap and worthless everyday variety … after all, in writing, the great thing is to be honest.” [vi] In the following pages that is what I have tried to be, given the flood of material that has passed across my desk and, to mix my metaphors as Winston sometimes liked to do, the mountain that is now available just beyond my desk on the internet. I know how, merely in my selection of that material, I am inevitably biased in the way I am describing the life and aspirations of a woman I came to admire and, I hope, understand. Some days in her life – and her thoughts on those days – she has still resolutely refused to yield to this nosey investigator. And she is right so to do.


Like all biographies, the following pages are inevitably subjective. They are my interpretation of the life of Jennie Jerome and of necessity they have depended upon the material that has survived. I have found rich rewards in the Churchill Archives, where the family has deposited large collections of papers from various sources. ]

I was lucky enough to see these as “real” letters, with crossings out, corners cut off which had been kissed by the sender, or black bordered. Almost all have subsequently been transferred to microfilm, preserved for the next generation but now invested with an air of unreality. There are also “real” letters to her sisters and parents, which fate and good luck has preserved, as well as some transcribed, and occasionally edited, by her literary descendants. I have discovered other treasures in South Africa, the United States, Ireland and various parts of the United Kingdom. Inevitably, there are gaps. Yet these, too, are revealing. No letters between Jennie and Randolph in the years 1887, 1888 and 1889 exist in the Cambridge Archives. And I know that what I have seen can only be a selection of what was written over a lifetime. I started keeping a note whenever I came across an instruction to burn accompanying material. Yet obviously, posterity cannot know about those letters with an instruction that they themselves be burnt after reading. The diaries of others have been another useful source but these too, with one eye trained on the reader, cannot be considered wholly reliable.

Reviews – Jennie Churchill: Winston’s American Mother

“…this well- judged, endearing biography.”

Evening Standard October 2008

“This is a wonderful book, brimming with the history and atmosphere of Edwardian England. Sebba has been given unprecedented access to personal letters and archival material and gives us a heartfelt portrayal of this often misunderstood and maligned woman.

Jennie was a brilliant, glittering woman in an age of female repression. She was talented, an accomplished musician and had a flair for fashion and house decor. During her life she struggled with debt and also her estrangement from her first husband, Randolph Churchill. She was a key figure in the successful development of Winston and used her large social and aristocratic network to help him in his political career. I was totally enchanted by Jennie;her zest for life and her refusal to allow her spirit to be squashed. This book is well researched and extremely well written with many quotes and good use of source material. It is an accessible and compelling read. Book groups would also find much to discuss. ”

NewBooks Magazine August 2008

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“Anne Sebba’s biography is not the first to try to rescue Jennie’s reputation, but it is the most fully researched and the most passionately partisan…. She has trawled the archives of the world for new material: in particular she has been the first – at least for this purpose – to mine the full riches of the Churchill Papers since they were deposited at Cambridge in 1995. Along with a lot of evidence of letters burned, she has come up with a good deal of wonderfully fresh and vivid correspondence to, from and about Jennie….. she paint(s) a vivid portrait of a brilliant and indomitable spirit.”

by John Campbell, author of two volumes of biography on Margaret Thatcher, TLS March 7 2008


“This thoughtful and scrupulously researched book by Anne Sebba…. Sebba makes a convincing case that what occcurred with Randolph was a coup de foudre however unlikely that may seem given how Randolph looked and behaved. She is equally persuasive that Winston was most probably conceived before they married in 1874 attesting to Jennie’s confidence, physical passion, craving for excitement and sexual fearlessness… Overall Sebba’s prose is clear, her judgments sensible. She is good on how Jennie helped the erratic Randolph in his strangely meteoric political career and moving when chronicling the disintegration of their marriage and their final world cruise as he went through what were probably the last stages of syphilis… But the real strength of the book is it’s examination of Jennie’s role in shaping the character and career of Winston.”

by Philip Eade, author of Sylvia, Queen of the Headhunters , Sunday Telegraph, 30 December 2007

” Anne Sebba’s gripping new biography is a sharp and intelligent reassessment of Jennie’s life, and it nails a number of myths…

She has written an immensely enjoyable book. Her prose is as smooth and elegant as expensive cashmere and the book reads like a novel, which is as it should be for Lady Randolph Churchill was a character larger than life.”

Jennie Churchill was the wife of the most celebrated political enfant terrible of his day, Lord Randolph Churchill, and the mother of Winston, the most famous Englishman of all. Little wonder that, squashed between these two alpha males, Lady Randolph Churchill has usually been seen as a walk-on part. Raven-haired and fiery-eyed, “Black Jane” is alleged to have slept with 200 men. She is chiefly remembered for being a bad mother to the infant Winston, leaving him to the tender mercies of Nannie Everest. Anne Sebba’s gripping new biography is a sharp and intelligent reassessment of Jennie’s life, and it nails a number of myths.

by Jane Ridley, Professor of Biography at the University of Buckingham, Alpha Female, Literary Review, September 2007.
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According to Anne Sebba’s meticulously researched biography, the ‘most beguiling Churchill of them all was not born a Churchill’, yet it is Jennie Jerome who should be credited with her elder son’s eventual unparalleled position in the history of British politics.

by Juliet Nicolson, Mother of All Dynasties, Evening Standard, 03 September 2007

“In a vibrant biography, Anne Sebba furnishes all the right details in the life story of a woman who may only be a footnote to history but is much splashier on the page. ”

New York Daily News, November 11 2007

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“Anne Sebba’s book pulls together facts, discussions and controversy from the previous books, adds new letters and discusses recent Jennie historiography… and her well written book is worth a read. .. Given the literature extant it is encouraging to find some new material… What really matters is that Jennie Churchill was a notable person at a time when women were mainly considerd to be trophies, concubines or breeders…. Anne Sebba suggests perceptively that while Lord Randolph lived he stood in the way of Winston’s aspirations… For the young Winston, the right parent survived. ”

by Barbara F Langworth Finest Hour 137 Winter 2007-8 The Right Parent Survived

Jennie Churchill: American beauty, socialite subject of glitzy films and raunchy anecdote. And of course the mother of Winston. Such is the frisson that always surrounded Lady Randolph Churchill that she has all but passed into popular myth. Promising to retrieve her in sparkling three dimensions is the biographer of Laura Ashley and Mother Teresa, Anne Sebba….

Sebba’s biography does much to put flesh on the bones of a subject who has been reduced to a cipher for American brashness. Amid the diamaond hair clips, Worth dresses piano playing to concert standard and libido Lord D’Abernon dubbed her more panther than woman) she emreges aas a survivor of constant financial crises, an intimate sister and a steadfast mother once her boys became adults. Her spirit was balanced by discretion and loyalty. She was fast but not wayward, frivolous but never vapid and plucky in spades.

by Kate Colqhuoun, Daily Telegraph


Richly detailed, elegantly written … Sebba reveals a passionate, outspoken woman’— Independent, The Monday Book

A faithful and dramatic portrait of the mother of one of Britain’s greatest statesmen … this is a revelatory depiction of the woman who defied convention and helped to shape a nation’s political future — Good Book Guide

(Jennie Churchill’s) greatest claim to fame lies in being Winston’s mother and it is in this role that this exhaustive biography comes most vibrantly to life’ — Sarah Burton, Spectator


and from the bloggers... How Many Women Could Handle 200 Lovers

I received an invitation today with my latest edition of The Spectator , to celebrate the launch of a new biography, “Jennie Churchill, Winston’s American Mother “, by Anne Sebba.

It boasts that she was “outspoken, dazzlingly beautiful and had 200 lovers.” And although she married three times, the real love of her life was her son Winston.

Wikipedia charts many of her reputed lovers, including royalty. Throughout her life and all three marriages, Jennie conducted extra-marital affairs, initially to strengthen the social and political position of her first husband, Lord Randolph Churchill. Her third husband was three years younger than Winston.

Yet she seemed to get away with her promiscuous life, retaining her title Lady Randolph Churchill. Even when the title was no longer officially hers, she was so welcome in royal circles that no one seemed to object.

Could you handle 200 lovers and, if so, do you think you would still be highly regarded by your circle of friends and colleagues? I doubt it, can you imagine the complications? And while it’s not a lifestyle we encourage today, it is endlessly fascinating to read about those who have done so.

Lady Churchill’s life was certainly colourful and extraordinary, especially compared to the privileged “It” girls of today.

This book is sure to be a best seller for Christmas, I shall certainly add it to my list. I just hope it doesn’t lead me astray …

by Ellee Seymour, journalist and press consultant