Last curtsey - Fiona MacCarthy

In 1958
the year in which Krushchev came to power in Russia, the year after Edens resignation over Suez, two years after John Osbornes Look Back in Anger
the last of the debutantes, myself among them, went to the Palace to curtsey to the Queen.MacCarthy and her fellow debs, or gels were taking part in a remarkable remnant of the rituals of aristocratic power. The system had been in operation almost unchanged since the 18th century. It was a female rite of passage, an elaborate initiation ceremony marking the emergence of the virgin out of the schoolroom and into society at the now marriageable age of seventeen.With their imitation grown-up laughter and affectation of knowingness, the girls were somewhere between teenagers and clones of the Queen herself. Nigel Dempster, gossip columnist and debs delight, made estimates on the virginity level of the debutantes; MacCarthy remembers party seasons that stretched for months, among the great houses of London and the Home Counties, and riotous dances on country estates in Nothumberland and the Scottish Highlands.Last Curtsey is a remarkable portrait of England in the past half century, filtered through some of its most colourful and eccentric inhabitants.