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‘Margaret Thatcher’ by Charles Moore

Margaret Thatcher and President Ronald Reagan in 1982.Gerald Penny/AP FILE PHOTO

In 1997, Charles Moore received an offer no biographer could refuse. Margaret Thatcher’s advisers were prepared to let him rummage through her private papers; to examine still-sealed government documents, often containing her handwritten notes; and to sit down with her and anyone else (he ended up doing 315 interviews). The only condition was that the book not appear during Thatcher’s lifetime.

It’s an incredible level of access, with the only recent analog being Edmund Morris’s for “Dutch,” his 1999 biography of Ronald Reagan. Now, after Thatcher’s death in April, Moore’s book has arrived. “Margaret Thatcher: From Grantham to the Falklands’’ is the first of two volumes, and it presents a remarkable and richly detailed portrait. And yet at times the subject can seem strangely out of focus — something that may prevent American readers from enjoying the book as much as their British counterparts.

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The former prime minister, Moore notes, lived “a life with no space for self-examination.” This is mostly a compliment. Thatcher was born in 1925 — a grocer’s daughter, as she tended to point out when it was convenient. She was a diligent student, winning scholarships to grammar school, then to Oxford. Based on more than 150 letters from Thatcher to her sister, Moore also reveals her to be a teenager with all the normal obsessions: movies, clothes, parents, boys.

After college, Thatcher ran for (and lost) several parliamentary seats. She paused to marry Denis Thatcher — and to give birth to twins — but soon returned to politics. “Once again I have been shortlisted for a ‘safe’ constituency,” she wrote to her sister in 1958. “I expect the usual prejudice against women will prevail and that I shall probably come the inevitable ‘close second.’ ”

This time, Thatcher won. She campaigned relentlessly, speaking at 130 events in just over six months. That same blend of ambition and effort pushed her up the Tory ranks, and in 1970, the year Edward Heath led the Conservatives to victory, Thatcher became his education secretary.

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A few years later, Thatcher challenged Heath for control of the party. Heath’s operatives decided to circulate an interview where she mentioned stocking up on nonperishables — a symbolic blunder, given England’s struggles with inflation. In response, Thatcher cleverly leveraged her femininity: “Well, you call it stockpiling,” she told one radio host, “but I call it being a prudent housewife.” Then she invited the reporters over to inventory her larder.

When Thatcher became prime minister, in 1979, Reagan called to congratulate her. The Downing Street switchboard refused to connect him — why would the PM want to talk to an ex-governor? — but Reagan and Thatcher knew they shared something special. They’d met four years earlier, in an encounter that was scheduled for 45 minutes but lasted twice that. The Cold War drew them closer still, and Moore notes that in private Reagan called Thatcher “the only European leader I know with balls.”

Author Charles Moore.Michael Lionstar

“Margaret Thatcher” is stuffed full of smart and surprising details like this. Here’s another: While Thatcher’s father was a grocer, he was also a local preacher (and, later, politician), and Moore uncovered his sermon notes, including a quotation he copied from Matthew Arnold: “Have something to say. Say it as clearly as you can. That is the only secret of style.”

That’s not a bad summary of Thatcher’s style, and it works for Moore, as well. His extensively notated book skimps on storytelling and context in favor of short anecdotes, rotating quotations, and archival tidbits. The data flow in ceaselessly, like waves. A good thing, then, that this volume, at 758 tightly worded pages, is roughly the size of a life preserver.

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Even with all this research, however, Moore never quite captures Thatcher or her inner life. This may be Thatcher’s fault. “I don’t know why I was so staunchly Conservative,” she told Moore in one of their interviews. “I think it was the idea of my father that you can get on somehow.” Moore could find only one person who remembered debating politics with her at Oxford. He shows again and again that Thatcher treated her pioneering struggle against sexism the same way she treated her father’s grocery store — as something to invoke or ignore, as needed.

The Thatcher camp had probably hoped for something more admiring when they chose Moore, who has long been sympathetic to Conservative causes. Instead, it will fall on the next round of biographers to write the hagiography and the hit pieces.

Those biographers will owe a Big Ben-size debt to “Margaret Thatcher” (and to Moore’s second volume, which will pick up the story in 1982). Still, it’s worth noting what this means for American readers, who, after all, lack the civic imperative to read it. This is not the sort of biography one gives on Mother’s Day. Better to think of it as another British classic, the Oxford English Dictionary — a wonderful reference book, teeming with original work.

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Craig Fehrman is working on a book about presidents and their books.