The great advantage of five weeks at sea is the chance to catch up with the TBR (to be read) list, and right at the top of that list were two books in the Alaric Bond "Fighting Sail" series, a treat that I had been putting off for far too long.
The huge advantage was that I was able to read them in sequence, something I really recommend. So, if you haven't caught up with this series, this is a good time to start.
First, the eighth in the series, HMS Prometheus.
The
bloodstirring battles, flamboyant characters, and shipboard lifestyle of the
Age of Nelson resonate down the ages. It
could even be said, perhaps, that because of the legendary status of the “little,
pigeon-breasted man” — as author Alaric Bond describes Admiral Nelson — that this
series of conflicts with the French was the last of the glamorous wars. Since
then, mud, blood, and agony characterize battle, and all the gold lace and
glory has vanished.
Because of
this, too, the era of Napoleon and Nelson is over-populated by novelists. I
used to think that C. S. Forester and Patrick O’Brian had said it all, and the
rest is redundant. To Forester and POB, however, I would now add a third,
Alaric Bond. While Bond has not created
captains of the mythic status of Aubrey and Hornblower, he has given an
eloquent voice to the rest of the floating village at war — the lower deck tar,
the surgeon and the surgeon’s wife, the officers, the midshipmen, and the men
who served the sails and the guns. He
describes the entire ship’s complement with a kindly and eminently
knowledgeable eye. And, most definitely, he can write.
This, the
eighth book in Alaric Bond’s “Fighting Sail” series, begins with Prometheus under repair in the Gibraltar
shipyard after what was evidently a savage battle with the French. We are
rapidly introduced to a number of interesting characters, such as the enigmatic
and relatively elderly midshipman, Franklin, the ship’s captain, Sir Richard
Banks, varied and various seamen and officers, and the surgeon and his wife.
There are so many people, in fact, that the names become somewhat of a blur,
but the reader can relax in the assurance that he or she will get to know them
very well indeed.
Back in
fighting trim, Prometheus sails from
Gibraltar, and not a moment too soon, because antics have been taking place on
shipboard and in the shipyard accommodations that are more fitting to a
shoreside British pub. Meeting up with
Admiral Nelson and his blockading fleet leads to a challenge, where a daring
raid aimed at the destruction of a French ship of line sends the ship’s boats
into the range of fire of not one, but two, shore batteries. Action after
action follows, as the increasingly damaged Prometheus
battles through crisis after crisis.
Then, after another repair at Gibraltar, the motley crew of the
war-weary ship meet the greatest challenge yet.
Bond, with masterly control of developing chaos, pictures the final
battle with such vivid detail that the denouement, though utterly shocking,
seems almost inevitable.
The book
has a very satisfying finish – and yet manages to end in a cliffhanger. I couldn't wait to read the next in this very
exciting series, so was overjoyed that Blackstrap Station was waiting on my kindle.
As
promised, this ninth book in Bond’s compelling Age of Nelson series, “Fighting
Sail,” begins where the last book ended, with the stranding of the crew of the
beached HMS Prometheus.
Christmas Day finds a small group of men,
headed by one-armed Lieutenant King, trudging through hostile and barren French
countryside in search of food, shelter, and some idea of how to get away
without being captured. Then a miracle happens – not just because of a fluke of
luck, but because of the extraordinary resourcefulness and courage of their
leader.
This novel
is a little different, in that King is definitely the major character. There are other personalities featured,
including a strange loner, seaman Weissner, whose character development
throughout the story creates a particularly intriguing and satisfying sub-plot.
Indeed, there are sub-plots aplenty – the travails of the stranded crewmen,
their amazing feat of self-preservation, the humiliating consequences for a
young midshipman when his courage fails him, and how he copes with the outcome
of his cowardice. Even after King is given a spry little command of his own,
there are more side-stories to be told, including the complications introduced
by a wicked young siren named Sara. But King holds center stage
throughout. Getting to know him well, to
care about him, and having the privilege of knowing what was going on in his
heart and mind, was particularly rewarding.
What always
strikes me about Alaric Bond’s writing is his obvious love for ships and the
sea. Every word rings true, enhanced by
his deep knowledge of the ships of the time, and the seamen who fought to save
them from the elements and the enemy.
That there is a glossary is a bonus, but not really necessary, because the
author knows his subject so thoroughly, and imparts every detail so well and so
accessibly that the reader can share every moment, and participate in every
action-packed battle from the comfort of his armchair.
Another
inspired and compelling story from a master of the Age of Nelson genre. The only problem, for me, is that I have to wait for number ten in the series.
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