Megan wonders why, ten years on, Princess Diana is back on the front pages. The simplest answer, natch, is grubby: she still sells. No British paper has been more Diana-obsessed this past decade than the once-great Daily Express, but despite the sardonic ribbing it receives from the rest of the British press corps every time it trots out another “Diana’s Ghost seen at Highgrove” nonsense, it sells, I understand, an extra 30-40,000 copies. Something similar must be true in other countries; indeed some of the most fanatical Diana-adorers I’ve met have been American. Maybe many women still do secretly wish they could be a Princess. Remember that years before the Royal soap opera developed its more compelling storylines, her “fairytale” wedding to Charles was a monster television hit around the world.
More importantly, however, it’s become clear (to me at any rate) that Diana’s death, however tawdry it was in its details, has proved more useful than not.
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