Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Another cute lamb and a cat on the Internet

There's no proper blog post this week because I'm off to a conference on Waterloo at Sandhurst. 'Burke at Waterloo' is just finishing editing, so there's still time to make changes if a room full of experts can highlight the mistakes.

While I'm away, for those who missed the cute Easter lamb picture on my Facebook author page, here's another one.


Some people have suggested that I don't understand how the Internet works. Apparently, it's more usual to post cute cat photos. So here's a cat photo - but I guess it's a bit more ghoulish than cute. It was taken at a cemetery in Buenos Aires which has rather a lot of cats in it. Best not enquire too closely about what they're eating.


Enjoy!

See you next week.



Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Research

I’m going to a meeting of the London Chapter of the Historical Novel Society this weekend. (If you’re interested in historical novels and you live near London, I recommend it.) The topic for discussion is historical research.

This is a subject dear to my heart. I’ve blogged about it once or twice before, and Jenny Kane has chipped in with her own perspective as an archaeologist turned novelist. So why am I struggling so hard to think of anything that I might say on Saturday?

I think part of the reason is that research is always, in the end, a matter of judgement and, indeed, personal preference. There are some purists out there who seem uncomfortable with any fiction at all in their historical fiction. An author who dares to admit that sometimes they just make stuff up can infuriate this kind of reader/writer. At the other extreme, there are authors who will cheerfully ignore any historical details that get in the way of their stories which can often seem hardly "historical" at all.

We all have different amounts of knowledge and different ideas of what is important. I have just been reading a discussion about historical inaccuracy in which one contributor is furious about the misrepresentation of Finns during World War II. She ridicules an author's ignorance and points out what she sees as blatantly obvious errors. However, it turns out that she is a Finn herself. Her irritation is perfectly genuine and justified, but it is unlikely that any of the English readers that this story is clearly aimed at will be aware of many (if any) of the mistakes. They are still mistakes, of course, and anyone who relies on the story to inform them about the historical facts will end up feeling foolish. But, in fairness, this isn't what the author was doing. Non-fiction accounts of the Eastern Front are available. The novelist is using this as a setting for a work of fiction. If the period detail is accurate enough to carry along the reader, does it matter that it is not exactly right?

The problem here is that what worries one reader will not necessarily worry another. Moving away from historical fiction for a moment, I once read a thriller in which a key element was that a computer memory stick that held a lot of data would be larger than one which contained very little. This is an error so egregious that it is difficult to understand how someone whose novels seem generally well based in the 21st-century could possibly have made such a mistake. However, I was able to overlook this and enjoy the book. My son, on the other hand, found this impossible to ignore and considers this book one of the worst he has read by that author. Returning to history, I recently read a book in which a sharpshooter in a British Napoleonic regiment wore a green jacket. Because this is something that I am writing about (in Burke at Waterloo), I am all too aware that the green jackets were not awarded to individuals within regular regiments but were worn by specialist rifle regiments. This was one of several details in this novel that left me feeling that the writer did not understand his period and that much of what he said had to be viewed with considerable suspicion. When, in the same story, someone threw fivepence (not five pennies) to a beggar, I decided he had pre-empted decimalisation by a century and a half and I almost gave up reading. Others, though, have praised the same book.

Personally, I like history in my books to be accurate. But I'm not a professional historian and, even if I were, I would not necessarily be writing about the period that I'm an expert on. I was very conscious when writing Burke in the Land of Silver that, as an English writer, I was likely to make mistakes with Argentinian history. In fact, Argentinian friends who have read the book have been perfectly comfortable with my interpretation of their history and I am delighted by that. I suspect, though, that they are being generous and that there are errors that they are not pointing out to me.

Getting caught out in straightforward mistakes is something that I think most historical fiction authors do worry about. Fortunately I have an excellent editor who is very good at catching this sort of thing. For example, I had somebody using a Bowie knife in around 1807 which seemed perfectly uncontroversial. She pointed out that the Bowie knife refers specifically to a design by popularised by Jim Bowie who was not born until around 1796. That kind of thing can always catch a writer out and having a second pair of eyes, especially eyes that are familiar with the period, is really useful. Mistakes will still creep in, though. When I was researching the story of James Brooke for The White Rajah, I rather overdid my reading of contemporary source material and, as a result, I was able to pick up small but real mistakes in one of the definitive biographies of his life. Given that the biography was a detailed and well footnoted academic tome, I am sure that the writer would have been embarrassed at the error, but to suggest that anyone can write about historical figures in depth without having a single mistake is, frankly, unrealistic. To insist that my novels (or anybody else's historical fiction) have no mistakes is just silly. Apart from anything else, if I checked every single “fact” in my stories, the stories themselves would never get written. In Cawnpore there is a reference to a regimental colonel. I searched for an online history of the regiment; I looked through the (very long) list of the names of the dead at Cawnpore; I read contemporary accounts; and I checked the definitive modern account. Hours later I still didn't have the name. So you know what? I made one up.


I'm a novelist. I tell lies for a living. The best I can hope for is that the lies aren't too obvious.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

More from ‘Burke at Waterloo’

My ‘Countdown to Waterloo’ has frozen somewhat. That’s because raising an army takes a long time, and that was just one of the things that Napoleon had to do. The other nations of Europe had to mobilise their armies as well.

As Burke at Waterloo is set against the background of all these great events in Europe, I do have to explain what is going on. Generally, I try to avoid history lectures in my novels, but this is one occasion where you can’t work the background conveniently into dialogue. I know that some authors like to have a character explain the political situation in a piece of implausible conversation. ‘I say, Jenkins, have you heard that Napoleon has fled Elba.’ ‘Yes, indeed, Smith. It says in my newspaper that he landed near Antibes on March 1st.’ Sometimes you have to bite the bullet and just tell the reader what is happening. So here is a convenient  330 word summary of events in April 1815. If your kids still study the Napoleonic Wars, it provides a bite-sized alternative to the textbooks.
Napoleon’s arrival in Paris led to a spasm of alarm throughout Europe. Wellington was still in Vienna when it happened, at a congress designed to plan for a world without Bonaparte. Now things had changed and the planning was put to one side. The Allies agreed to field an army of a million men that would surround France from the Swiss border to the North Sea. Such a force could not be mobilised overnight, of course, but, as a first step, Wellington was despatched to Brussels. When news had come to Elba that Belgium was to be handed to the Netherlands rather than France, Napoleon had raged against the decision. The first French strike was almost certain to be to the north.
After the initial flurry of excitement, though, nothing at all happened. In England, the government had started cutting the army as soon as Napoleon had been exiled. Finding the troops that Wellington needed and getting them over to Belgium was going to take time. In France, Napoleon faced an even more brutal reality: decades of war had killed so many young men that assembling an army that could once again challenge the Allies meant large-scale conscription and that, too, took time.
Wellington arrived in Brussels at the beginning of April, but he did not take official command of the whole Anglo-Dutch army until May. A hundred and sixty miles away in Paris, Napoleon, too, was moving slowly. He had determined on war, but first he had to consolidate his power within France’s borders. He produced a new constitution, giving greater rights to the citizens. He extended the franchise, guaranteed press freedom, and abolished the slave trade. But, while promising liberal change, he steadily built up his army.
Like the Emperor, Wellington was working to increase the number of men under his command. Regiments that had been sent back to England after the fall of Paris were now ordered to return to Belgium. To the east, the Prussian armies were moving towards Brussels.

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

The blog wot I write.

Besides my author page on Facebook, I have a personal page with stuff about tango dances and skate events in London. If I get two or three comments on a post, that’s an unusual level of interest. Then last week I posted this:

OK, I'm mildly OCD. But if you agree with something, please don't write 'Here! Here!' when you mean 'Hear! Hear!' It irritates me every time (cue a thousand replies all saying 'Here! Here!') but I don't want to be one of those annoying people putting passive aggressive notes on your posts. So please get it right: you're asking people to listen to ('hear') what is said, not calling them to heel like wandering puppies.

Fifty comments later, I gave up keeping count.

It seems that people really care about misuse of English. Pet hates that they shared with me included:
  • 'I' instead of 'me'.  Eg "here is a picture of Lisa and I' so annoying. Also … "myself" and "yourself" instead of me and you is SUPER annoying. And wrong.
  • The absolute WORST for me is when people say "I could care less". 
  • I can't bear people posting that they can't "bare" it. 
  • Apostrophes that don't belong in 1940s etc or to make plurals.
  • Not using the correct there for the context drives me crazy … And the same applies for your.

Language is a sensitive subject. In France, they even have laws to insist that you use the language correctly. In England, where the way you speak and the words you use precisely define where in our carefully stratified class structure you belong, you break the rules at your peril. Lynne Truss’s Eats, Shoots and Leaves, a whole book obsessively setting out the rules on these things, was a huge bestseller.

It’s odd that at a time when many readers and writers don’t seem to care very much about the actual language that appears in books (I’m sorry, but I am going to pick on 50 Shades … because I just have to) so many people do care about the language of everyday communication.

This blog concentrates on history. (Nothing about Napoleon today: two hundred years ago he was still in Paris.) I do write about other things from time to time and, as on my Facebook, if one or two you respond, I am bowled over by your interest. One of the "other things" is the actual business of writing. So, given the number of Facebook ‘friends’who felt the urge to comment, I thought I'd post the same thing here and see what my blog readers think.

The floor is open.

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Counting down to Waterloo in fact and fiction

There's lots of other blogs that are covering the events of 200 years ago. I rather like the one by the University of Warwick: http://www.100days.eu/. Jane Austen fans might prefer this one: http://janeaustenslondon.com/ or, for those who like their news condensed, have a look at #centjours.

Here, I'm taking a step back from the facts to look at how the news of Napoleon's return reaches Burke in Burke at Waterloo. Burke has been attached to the Belgian Light Hussars, whose colonel, Prince Ferdinand, has just learned that Napoleon is back in France. Ferdinand was a a real person and his response is fairly typical of the way the news was received. Legrand, the spy they are looking for, is fictional, but there is no doubt that Napoleon had agents preparing for his return throughout France.

The prince, usually so urbane, was agitated and leapt to his feet as soon as Burke entered his office. ‘Have you heard, Major?’
‘I've heard nothing, your Highness.’
‘We're keeping it quiet for now, but we'll have to make an announcement later today. Bonaparte is back in France.’
It seemed incredible, but it had happened. Bonaparte had slipped away from Elba with around six hundred men from the ceremonial guard that the Allies had allowed him to keep. Six hundred men should have posed no threat at all, but as soon as he landed in France disaffected soldiers from the French army started to join him. 
‘By now he has thousands of followers!’ Prince Ferdinand was pacing agitatedly behind his desk. ‘He is advancing on Paris! Mon Dieu, the Devil has escaped from Hell and returns to threaten our peace again!’ 
‘Legrand knew.’ Burke, not thinking, had spoken aloud to himself, but the prince seized on his words. ‘Yes, Legrand and all the other Bonapartists. This escape from Elba was not some spontaneous adventure. It was planned. His agents in France knew it was coming. And now one of the most dangerous is here in Belgium!’ He stopped his pacing and faced Burke. ‘You have to find him!’



Meanwhile, back in 2015, Laura Wilkinson features an interview with me on her blog. I've praised Laura's work here and I'm honoured that she has chosen to have me as her guest. Nip over and have a look. (Click the LINK.)

And here's a picture of Laura wondering why she let me loose on her rather lovely pages.

Friday, 20 March 2015

The Hundred Days

Anyone keeping track will know that we are now just 90 days off the anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo, but the period known as 'The Hundred Days' started two hundred years ago today with Napoleon's triumphal return to Paris. Between 20 March and 18 June, Napoleon rewrote the French Constitution, built up a new Army, and started his military campaign in Belgium. All Accent Press and I have to do is finalise the edits on Burke at Waterloo and get it formatted and loaded onto Amazon. Fingers crossed we're on schedule.

Monday, 16 March 2015

A book giveaway - and more about Napoleon

Three paperback copies of Cawnpore are up to be won in a giveaway competition on Goodreads. If you haven't already joined Goodreads, I recommend that you do. It's a great site for readers, with lots of book reviews (generally more thoughtful than the ones on Amazon) and the opportunity to talk about books or even chat to authors. It's free and there really aren't any catches. It seems to be mainly supported by all the book adverts it carries, but as those are geared to your interests, even the adverts can be useful.

Anyway, to be in with a chance to win a copy of my book, go to https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/130704-cawnpore and click on 'Enter to Win'. That's it.

Meanwhile, 200 years ago ...

Napoleon's march north had received a fantastic boost when Marshal Ney, who had promised King Louis he would bring Napoleon back to Paris in an iron cage, changed sides.

Marshal Ney by François Gérard. From Wikipedia

On 14 March, at Lons-le-Saunier, Ney defected to Napoleon, his troops joining the Emperor on his march north. By 15 March, Louis is already preparing for the possibility of defeat: the first of the Crown Jewels are smuggled out of Paris. (The rest are to be taken north on the 19th).