[9/10]
Blue sea, blue sky, white clouds, white sails, a general brilliance: what could be more pleasing?
Some say that the Vikings went raiding every year in order to escape from the six-month winter nagging of their wives (Frans Bengtsson). A similar argument could be made that the English became sailors in order to escape from the dreariness of their island's climate. I too am enjoying a return to the frigate "Surprise" in the company of Captain Jack Aubrey and of doctor Stephen Maturin, the two friends that took me around the world for some extraordinary voyages of naval engagements and naturalist exploration. A major pull is also the delightful play with language from the author, a reminder of the art of polite conversation and dry wit.
Jack, I do most humbly beg your pardon for being late; it was my own fault entirely, so it was – a gross self-indulgence in bustards; and I am most infinitely obliged to you for waiting for us.
Bustards used to be quite numerous in Romania until about a century ago. I learned about them in school, but I have never seen a live one, so I envy Mr. Maturin for his chance to observe some of these huge birds in England before he embarks on a new voyage. For those who need a reminder of events from the previous book: it took place mostly on dry land and dealt a heavy blow to Jack Aubreym who has been unfairly accused of insider trading at the London Stock Exchange. Stephen has stepped in to help his friend with the letter of marque from the title, basically a license to pilfer and pillage on the high seas in the best British naval tradition.
Coming back to the ship is the best medicine for Jack Aubrey's depression, after he was booted out of the Navy. With a handpicked crew from the most notorious pirate town on the Channel, he sets out to hunt for fat Spanish merchant ships, and for a way to rekindle his 'Lucky' surname.
Gazing at the beam he was dimly aware of the ship's living sound as she moved north-east with a slight following sea, the contended hum of the well-set-up rigging (taut, but not too taut), the occasional creak of the wheel, the complex aroma, made up of scrubbed plank, fresh sea-breeze, stale bilge-water, tarred cordage, paint and damped sailcloth.
I would love to give you a blow by blow account of the Atlantic chases and of the daring attacks on coastal France in the present episode, but Patrick O'Brian does it so much better than me. Let me just quote one of the Secret Service men reaction to hearing the story:
"As the Duke said, it was the completest thing."
And that includes the delights of conversation and of looking up new or archaic words in dictionaries, words that I would love to use in casual conversation although I fail too see an opportunity to include 'precipitancy' or to enjoy a dinner of 'green calipash and amber calipee swimming in their juices' [that second one is turtle soup, which I would like to taste even at the risk of aggravating Greenpeace, but it's not on the menu of any restaurant I know]
I mentioned several reasons why I keep coming back to the series: the action, the descriptions of nature, the use of language, the humour. There are two more aspects that come to the forefront in this present novel. One is already nostalgia, looking back at the long journey already made with the eyes of a stunned dinner companion for Jack and Stephen:
'Ascension Island! cried Lord Meyrick. 'What vistoes that calls to mind! What oceans of vast eternity! In my youth I longed to travel, sir; I longed to view the Great Wall of China, the deadly Upas Tree, the flux and reflux of the fabled Nile, the crocodile in tears...
The second reason is the way Patrick O'Brian writes of the pangs of love, the romantic delicate touch he uses to approach to relationships of happily married Jack and of long-suffering Stephen. A suffering that is becoming exquisitely unbearable in the last pages of the book as he is reunited in Stockholm with his wayward wife. I am beyond thrilled at the return of the fiery Diana Villiers.
What is next in line for the "Surprise" and its buccaneer crew? I can't wait to find out what new adventures will come their way in South America. I can understand Jack's newfound joy in his frigate:
She is in fine form – brought us out of the Suur Sound under topgallantsails, going like a racehorse, starboard tacks aboard, studdingsails aloft and alow, nip and tuck in that damned narrow Wormsi channel – you could have tossed a biscuit on to the lee shore – and she has a dozen bolts of the kind of poldavy they serve out in Heaven.
* poldavy * is a type of old style sailcloth