His
Majesty's Confidential Agent has been written as the first of a series of books
which will follow the adventures (initially real, but increasingly fictional as
the series goes on) of James Burke. My hero owes more than a little to Flashman
and, although it's not intended as primarily military history, you can't set a
series of adventure stories around the Napoleonic wars without there being a
lot of military stuff in them. So it was interesting for me to read Fred
Lilley's book Beyond The Call Of Duty. His hero, Charles Sherrington Bagshott,
has been at all the most exciting British military engagements from Burma in
1853 to Sudan in 1883, bravely fighting for Queen and country.
I really,
really wanted to hate this book. Any book which starts (apparently without any
irony) with the famous aphorism Dulce et
decorum est pro patria mori, is alien to our modern way of thinking. Surely
people rejected this notion once Wilfred Owen had thoroughly discredited it in
World War I? Lilley, though, seems to have missed modern attitudes to colonial
warfare altogether. In a blog post of his, he claims, with an innocence that
one almost has to admire, that British troops never took reprisals against
civilian populations. Anybody who knows anything about the aftermath of the
Indian Mutiny, to name just one example close to my heart, will know that that
is rubbish.
Packing so
many campaigns into one book, means that the book reads more like a series of
very short stories than a single novel. It provides an instant summary of the
British Army actions in the mid- 19th century and, somewhat my irritation, it
proves to be very good.
Because I
researched the Indian Mutiny quite carefully for my own book, Cawnpore, I read
that bit with particular care, in order to see how historically accurate this
novel is. The answer is that, like most people (probably including me in some
of my books), Lilley gets quite a lot of the fine detail wrong. He does,
however, have a good grasp of the general sweep of history and of the role that
the British Army played. More importantly, in terms of reading pleasure, it's
really rather well written. It's not a long book and it races from one thrill
packed incident to another without too much time for the reader’s interest to
flag. There are some attempts to make Bagshott into a rounded and credible
figure (he's given an Indian wife and twin sons, for example) but he remains
somewhat two-dimensional. This is probably inevitable, given the sort of book
that it is, and not necessarily that much of a bad thing. Lilley sees the
British Army as officered by brave, patriotic men who are convinced of the
rightness of their cause and don't think too much about the politics of the
situations they find themselves in. Bagshott epitomises these values to the
point of caricature and any attempts to turn him into a "real" person
with self-doubt and moral uncertainties would undermine the whole raison d'ĂȘtre
of the book.
When I was
born, Empire Day was still celebrated every 24th May. In my
lifetime, the Empire has gone from being a source of pride to something that
the British feel vaguely ashamed of. My books, The White Rajah and Cawnpore,
both try to show that the relationship between colonisers and the people they
colonised was less black-and-white than we tend to see it nowadays. To that
extent, Beyond The Call Of Duty is a useful antidote to the contemporary view
that British colonialism was a wholly bad thing that is best forgotten about.
That doesn't make its underlying assumptions and attitudes right, but it does
make an interesting read.
Buy it for a
Guardian reader for Christmas.
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