
Veronica Winslow is a novelist, historian, and former political journalist who writes fiction with a scalpel in one hand and a crumpet in the other. Her work lives at the intersection of satire and scholarship, blending sharp historical insight with wickedly subversive humor to interrogate the absurdities of power, politics, and human folly.
Armed with a Master’s degree in History and an incurable curiosity about how empires unravel (usually while insisting everything is perfectly under control), Veronica has spent decades digging through archives, campaign speeches, and tea-stained diaries. She began her career in political journalism, covering real-world farces before deciding fiction was the only place left where truth could be safely told.
Her novels are known for their richly textured worlds, intellectual mischief, and irreverent love for history’s footnotes. Whether she’s imagining a court of aristocrats undone by etiquette or a monarchy infiltrated by socialist corgis, Veronica treats the past not as a museum but as a stage—where the costumes may change, but the vanities remain delightfully familiar.
Veronica grew up in a politically active family where dinner conversations included debates on tax policy, literary criticism, and the correct moral alignment of Robin Hood. She now lives in a book-stuffed townhouse with more pens than practical sense, and a cat that responds only to Latin commands. When not writing, she can be found hunting for obscure pamphlets, arguing with 19th-century economists (mostly in her head), or attending tea with the air of someone planning a gentle coup.
Her latest novel, God Save the Queen’s Accountant, is a riotous reimagining of Victorian Britain—where Karl Marx takes up the Queen’s ledger and court politics descend into velvet-cloaked revolution.
Veronica believes that history is not a fixed tale, but a living debate—and that nothing punctures pomposity quite like a well-aimed joke.
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GOD SAVE THE QUEEN’S ACCOUNTANT
A Satirical Novel by Veronica Winslow
History hiccups in 1837, and the British Empire finds itself with an unexpected addition to the royal household: one Karl Marx, accidentally appointed as Queen Victoria’s Royal Accountant. With ledgers in one hand and ideology in the other, Marx sets about rebalancing not only the palace books but the very foundations of aristocratic power—much to the confusion of corgis, courtiers, and Her Majesty herself.
Soon, the palace is awash in collectivized tea trays, egalitarian etiquette reforms, and Prince Albert’s ill-fated goat commune. But in the shadows, the Duke of Strathclyde plots to replace monarchy with a casino-run republic—liberté, égalité, baccarat.
God Save the Queen’s Accountant is a riotous reimagining of Victorian Britain, where history gets a rewrite and satire sharpens its quill. Perfect for readers who like their revolutions laced with wit, their monarchs slightly bewildered, and their economic theories served with jam.
Coming soon. Hide your ledgers.