“Sunrise at precisely six a.m. hardly brightened the day. Gunsmoke and burning wheat stubble, ignited by muzzle flashes, thickened into ‘the most horrid fog I ever saw,’ wrote Brigadier General George Weedon. Wounded redcoats stumbled toward the rear, including a sentry with his hand all but severed by a bullet through the wrist. The 52nd Foot surged forward, adding another 350 muskets to the British line, and for a few unnerving minutes, the Americans buckled and the attack stalled. A 6-pound cannonball ripped a leg below the knee from Private Abraham Best of the 6th Pennsylvania, his blood freckling the men around him. Another ball ricocheted off a signpost, blew through the withers of the horse carrying Brigadier General Francis Nash, commander of the North Carolina Continentals, cut a furrow across Nash’s left thigh, then virtually decapitated Major James Witherspoon, the eldest son of Reverend John Witherspoon, a signer of the Declaration and the president of the College of New Jersey, in Princeton. Sprawled in the dirt next to his dead horse and his dead aide, Nash covered the terrible wound to his leg with both hands and called to his men, ‘Never mind me, I have had a devil of a tumble. Rush on, my boys…’”
- Rick Atkinson, The Fate of the Day: The War for America, Fort Ticonderoga to Charleston, 1777-1780
When we look back at historical events, we are often able to overlay coherence – a sense of ebb and flow – even where none actually existed at the time. We can find the pivotal moments, the turning points, the exact instant fortunes changed. Even with hindsight, that’s difficult with the American Revolutionary War. The conflict – which lasted around eight years – was a back-and-forth affair, with each punch by one side followed by a counterpunch by the other. By the end, the losing side actually won the most battles.
The seesawing nature of this affair is brilliantly captured in Rick Atkinson’s The Fate of the Day. The second volume of The Revolution Trilogy begins with the disastrous American defeat at Fort Ticonderoga. Many pages later, it ends with another crushing blow in Charleston. In between, the rebellious colonists win one of the war’s greatest victories, defeating the army of Sir John Burgoyne at Saratoga. By the time Atkinson’s thrilling narrative ends, the issue is still in doubt, leaving us to await the concluding volume.
For my money, Atkinson is the best popular historian working in the English language today. If he played baseball, I’d call him a five-tool player. To each of his books he brings prodigious research, in which he finds fascinating scraps of detail in unusual places. His set-pieces are cinematic, and thrust you into the action. His portraiture is also on-point, with characters who come alive again, long after they passed from the earth. Finally, he manages to balance the big strategic picture with the tactical realities on the ground. Atkinson’s books are events, at least for those of us who spend a lot of time dwelling on the past.
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As the subtitle tells us, The Fate of the Day takes us from General Arthur St. Clair’s abandonment of Fort Ticonderoga in New York State, to General Benjamin Lincoln’s surrender of Charleston, South Carolina. Nevertheless, Atkinson begins in France, with a lengthy prologue centered on Benjamin Franklin and Gilbert du Motier, the Marquis de Lafayette. It makes perfect sense to start in the court of Louis XVI, because much of this volume is concerned with American efforts to convince the French to join the war, and then integrate them into the war itself.
From there, it’s an epic journey of diplomacy, conspiracies, astounding turns of fortune, and a bunch of firefights.
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The Fate of the Day is chiefly a military history. To that end, Atkinson spends a lot of time on smoke-shrouded fields. Beyond the aforementioned Saratoga, he covers a long list of martial exchanges. This includes full-fledged fights at places like Bennington, Oriskany, Germantown, and Monmouth, and also smaller, no-less-deadly encounters such as the Battle of Paoli.
Few writers are as good as Atkinson in evoking long-ago battles. He does a masterful job with the topography, the weather, the integration of first-person accounts, the intimate details, and the overarching course of each clash. When you glance at his endnotes, you see that he personally visited these places, and it shows. Aided by a surfeit of maps – and the fact that Revolutionary War battles were relatively small-scaled – you get a very good sense of how things unfolded.
Atkinson’s vision encompasses combat at sea as well as on the land. For instance, the duel between Captain John Paul Jones’s Bon Homme Richard and the H.M.S. Serapis is as gripping as the best fiction.
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Beyond the shooting, The Fate of the Day focuses on the arrival of France, and the creation of a Continental Army. As Atkinson shows, France’s intervention did not proceed with perfect smoothness. Early joint operations were a failure, while the British Navy still maintained a significant advantage at sea. The exploits of Lafayette are well known; less recalled are the failures of Charles Henry Hector, the Comte d’Estaing, a soldier-turned-admiral whose bravery did not make up for a lack of skill.
The creation of a profession military force also proceeded slowly. Despite the attentions of Friedrich Wilhelm von Steuben, George Washington’s forces never quite matched the professionalism of their British counterparts. Still, for men who were unpaid, poorly clothed, terribly fed, and generally neglected, they fought pretty dang well.
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Atkinson’s gift for biographical sketches is marvelous. The men and women who cross his stage are vividly drawn. He also has a gift for nuance, in finding the dimensions of characters who have had their edges smoothed away by myth or libel. Especially fascinating is Atkinson’s handling of General Charles Lee, an infamously irascible man removed from command by a furious Washington at the Battle of Monmouth. In other books, Lee can come across as a pure intriguer dallying with treason; in Atkinson’s hands, you see other sides. Sympathetic portrayals of the British generals – especially the conflicted William Howe – are also provided.
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Atkinson comes to celebrate American history, not to bury it. That said, The Fate of the Day is far from the simplistic nonsense of earlier years, in which liberty-loving farmer-patriots turn the world upside down with fowling pieces, enlightenment principles, and an irresistible urge to avoid paying for governmental services. Atkinson is very clear-eyed about what went down. Many participated for glory and gain, not principles. At times, the war descended into sheer, local savagery, as neighbor fought neighbor. Most obviously, the American conceptions of “liberty” and “freedom” were seriously circumscribed on the basis of race. These realities are expertly woven into the whole, without things devolving into a tendentious lecture.
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The Fate of the Day is a big book that follows a big book and probably precedes another big book. Atkinson has been given a lot of space by his publisher to dwell at length upon what he will, and he takes advantage. For instance, he devotes two-and-half pages just to the murder of Martha Ray, the mistress of the Earl of Sandwich. Is this necessary? No. Is this even relevant? Also no. Is it interesting? Yes. Would an editor working for anyone other than Rick Atkinson have cut this out completely? Undoubtedly.
As a fan of sweep, scope, depth, and works of nonfiction that can be stepped-upon to reach high shelves, Atkinson’s discursiveness is a virtue, not a flaw. However, if you are the type of person who wants concision, you will likely feel otherwise.
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When reviewing The British Are Coming, the first volume of Atkinson’s trilogy, I mentioned my wish that had picked another topic for his talents. I still hold to that opinion. Had I been asked, I would have begged him for a multivolume history of the Korean War or Vietnam War. Something more complex and nearer are present day. But I wasn’t asked, and given the passion of his storytelling, it is obvious that he was drawn to this particular tale.
Having made my peace with his decision, I can say there is nothing surprising about The Fate of the Day. I picked it up expecting it to be a masterpiece – a near-perfect combination of vivid drama and academic rigor – and it exceeded that bar. By the time Atkinson is finished, it is unlikely there will be a better, livelier, more entertaining account of the battles of the American Revolution. Hopefully, he will have time and energy remaining to move onto a new subject.