Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor became an adult well after the mania in the British tabloid press for the family he was born into had lapsed, Andrew was a teenager when the funeral of Edward VII reminded the public of the family PR feet of clay for the first time since WW1, when they changed their name from the German Battenberg to the British Windsor. Andrew's adult career in the public spotlight, a few years later always seemed to be too obviously manufactured, more designed to sell merch, plates, mugs, biscuit tins, and all sorts of tat, and grab the tabloid column inches than be based in any sort of reality. Was it with his hollow marriage and his wife proving obviously inept at the PR game, by royal standards, that he found Jeffery Epstein and sex with girls the wrong side of the legal age of consent that fed his sense of privilege? There will be a lot of digging into his background. There will be a biography of Andrew published well after all the legal work is done. What the death of Edward VII did to rub the shine off royal mythmaking will look like child's play compared with the damage any thorough biography of Andrew will do the edifice of the royal family.
The sad thing we will find will be that he had so little personality that by the time we get to understand why and how it all went wrong with him we will wonder why we ever wanted to know about him.
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